#call of duty

[danibee33]

[yooo-lets-go]

what sort of music does simon listen to- and what are the others’ opinions on it when they inevitably discover it?

They probably wouldn’t share a playlist

Plus Roach:

[cod-dump]

*villain!Soap after capturing 141*

Villain!Soap, holding a detonator: I’ll give you thirty minutes to say your goodbyes before I blow you to smithereens

Ghost: Can I get a different kind of blow?

Price: *turns and stares at him*

Ghost: … I said that out loud-

Price: YOU SAID THAT OUT LOUD

Gaz, to Villain!Soap: You can skip the countdown, just kill us

[lovifie]

Soon, on Lovifie's blog...

Highschool sweetheart Simon Riley, that breaks your heart on prom night when he tells you that he is enlisting in a week. Never hearing back from him again until he knocks at your door in the middle of the night, 18 years later, asking if he can spend the night.

Only he is technically using your little home as a safe house for him and the 141; and later when he thinks everyone is asleep he sinks his thick hard cock deep into your soaking cunt to show his gratitude for opening your door for him.

Whispering apologies and promises of sticking around this time, as the tip of his leaking dick kisses your cervix making you roll your eyes.

Your feet sitting on top of his to have some leverage as he bends you over the kitchen counter, interlocking his fingers with you as he kisses your cheek.

His forehead resting on your temple as he confesses how he thought about you every single day of the last two decades, how he is going to come back and marry you, how good you feel wrapped around him, how he is so close to filling you up.

And the next morning when the team wakes up and sees you two sleeping in each other's arms, they don't comment; simply waking Simon up.

He says goodbye with a kiss in your lips and a promise to come back in his.

[temeyes]

oh no,,, his hat,,,,,

[s-oaps]

EASY, BREEZY, BEAUTIFUL - TASK FORCE 141

+ bonus

[hopefulonion]

Eyes on Me 💫

[99pm-e]

Soap in Cowboy's lingerie!! (COMMISSION)

[helcef]

Mermay pt 2 (pt1 here)

Blacktip shark (different from blacktip Reef sharks, which are smaller) Soap who is an extremely curious and fast lad. He lives and migrates around with a loosely organized group of other blacktip sharks. They’re not quite family and are together mostly to hunt more effectively.

More unorganized thoughts of mer!ghoap under the cut below

- Soap, like many of his species, has a curious nature, made bolder the bigger the pod they live with.

- Natural show off, especially after a good hunt. Being able to jump out of water with elaborate spins is not only a hunting strategy but also for impressing potential mates.

- Soap is popular enough but never made active effort to court anyone within or outside of his group. 🤔

- Ghost doesn’t travel with a pod which isn’t unheard of for his species but quite rare since most they’re known for their social behaviour (even interacting with other mer species)

- Ghost is heavily scarred for someone his age (and it’s made even more obvious by the fact that his species’ skin heal without its previous pigmentation so injuries almost always leave a permanent mark) because he has to hunt alone.

- Without the help of a pod, the squids their diet requires put up more of a fight. In addition, being alone makes him an easier target so every time he surfaces for air he risks being spotted by poachers.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Their Favorite Lipstick Shade on You

141 x fem reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, sexual content, MDNI

Simon - fucking loves lipgloss on you. He loves how shiny and delicate and soft it makes your lips and he can’t get enough of it. He loves the flavored kind so when he kisses you he can get a taste too and it drives him fucking wild.

Bonus if your lipgloss has a shimmer or glitter to it. He’s staring at your lips all day long. They’re just so dainty and pretty, and Simon is a sucker for dainty and pretty things when it comes to you.

And if you match your lipgloss to your panties? Expect to have Simon pressing your knees to your ears and fucking you until your lipgloss is completely wiped off.

Johnny - goes crazy when you wear anything that transfers to his skin easily. He loves when you mark him up. He prefers you wear bright colors for this specific reason because it shows up more on his skin. If you wear black lipstick? He's done for. You wear a bright pink? He's begging you to suck him off so he has your lipstick stains on his cock.

If you're out shopping for lipsticks he's coming with you so you can test how the color not only looks on your skin, but all over his neck and cheeks too. I feel like he'd get a cheeky little tattoo of your kiss mark somewhere on him so your lips are always on him.

Gaz - absolutely loves when you do lip combos where the outline of your lips are darker than the middle. He would adore the way you ombre your lips so perfectly making them look so beautiful and pouty. And if you put a bit of lip oil on over it to make it glossy? You have to fight him off so he doesn't kiss it off of you. It took you a while to blend the combo in correctly!

He loves lip oils on you. Especially just a basic clear one that accentuates your natural lip tone and makes your lips all glassy. They just look so soft and kissable and he just can't stop staring at them.

You could be talking to him and he never looks at your eyes. He's hyperfocused on your glassy, pretty lips and how he wishes they were on him, just nodding at whatever you're saying so you keep looking at him.

Price - Price is a simple man. He likes just plain, classic, red lipstick on you. His personal favorite is dark red matte because of how sexy and seductive the color is on you. If you show up on a date with him wearing dark red lipstick, he's holding your cheek and running a thumb over your lips while you talk to him, admiring how sexy they look.

He loves to watch you reapply your lipstick too. It's so mesmerizing seeing his pretty little doll dress up for him. He'd ask to help you reapply it which you comply and hand him the tube of lipstick as he delicately holds your head and swipes the velvety color over your lips. You watch him intently as he takes his time admiring your lips. When he's finished, and you're surprised at how well of a job he did, it doesn't last long before he's making out with you, smearing the freshly done coat of lipstick on his and your face.

Oh, and don't think that's where it stops either, because he's definitely pushing you onto your knees so you suck him off, leaving kiss marks all on his lower tummy and thighs as well as your lipstick smeared on his cock.

He would have a polaroid photo of you two with your signature red kiss mark on the bottom on the white tab of the photo that he keeps with him at all times. He laminated it so the mark never wipes off, keeping your kiss with him always.

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: The weirdest thing about being engaged to Simon is when he randomly asks me “Who’s my future husband” and I can’t help but reply “It’s me. I’m your future husband!” with the biggest, most stupid smile on my face.

Soap: It’s embarrassing. I’m like a dog when you ask him who’s a good boy… But I can’t help it.

[simonzmama]

inexperienced pretty boy simon??

simon’s head rolls slowly, skull hitting the back of the couch as he exhales a soft whimper. his adam’s apple bobs in his throat with the way you work your kisses down his neck, tongue sliding over the skin before you suck his flesh between your plushed lips.

“oh fuck,” is all simon can even fathom at the moment. n there’s a fog that settles over his brain, something that mushes his thoughts, his conscious into a melting mess.

his skin runs electric with the sweet purr of your giggle, fingers running down his chest till the tips land along the line of his belt. that gets simon going, not to mention the way your hips roll n press down onto him subconsciously.

“b-baby,” he huffs in a desperate attempt to catch your attention. he needs you to stop, n not cuz he’s not liking it or sum, nah he’s boutta fuckin’ bust.

“mmm?” you draw out, tongue dragging up the space of his arched neck. the hairs rise, standing tall on simon’s arms as you suck a bruise into that sweet spot just below simon’s ear.

n that’s what finishes him tf off.

will i ever write dom!simon? idk y’all.

[cod-dump]

Laswell: Uh- Where did you get that?

Price with a freshly traumatized Ghost: I found him

Laswell: Yea, that answer is a little too vague for my liking

Price as Ghost sips on a smoothie: That sounds like a you problem. Smoothie?

Laswell: … sure

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI

crying during sex

sometimes all the overwhelming feelings come crashing down on him, the depth of intimacy and the utter trust he has in you.

it's simply too much to handle that it makes him shed silent tears as he hides his face in the crook of your neck while thrusting deep inside you.

he hates to look weak in your eyes, but he feels your arms wrap around him lovingly as you whisper, "it's ok, si. don't need to hide from me."

it makes his heart melt. he lifts his head to see that loving expression on your face and his breath catches in his throat as he gazes at you through glossy eyes.

he kisses your lips passionately, the seething fire of love burning in his heart, rupturing through his chest and reaching you as it engulfs you both in a burst of roaring flames.

and he makes you cry as well at the sheer pleasure as he rolls his broad hips into yours, his aching thick cock reaching far and deep inside your sensitive slick walls, filling you up to the brim and stretching you out to your absolute limit.

you squeeze your eyes shut as droplets of tears silently flow down the sides of your face, nails digging into the skin of his back as he embraces you tightly while making sweet love to you, cherishing and worshiping your body.

and he kisses your tears away and coos soft praises in your ear as your lovely moans float into the air and your supple thighs tremble around his waist as the overwhelming euphoria takes over your body.

[preqwells]

cw: 18+ MDNI, afab, smoking

price relished in the feeling of the mattress underneath him, his cock half-hard with you laying idly at his side with a fucked-out expression. he had been back for the holidays, which was rare since he very seldom got the privilege of spending it with you. snow continued to fall outside of your shared cabin, the warmth of your afterglow enveloping you. you could still feel his cum coat your inner thighs, your legs closed in an attempt to soothe the ache he left behind. the smell of sex and your perfume permeated the air, his eyes focused solely on you— god, he’d take you again if you’d let him.

he lazily reached for the pack of cigars perched upon his nightstand, fetching the lighter as well. he brought the cigar up to his mouth, the sparks from the lighter flicking off until the flame grew steady, lighting the cigar with ease. he let a few puffs escape his lips, finding sanction in the way the smoke burned his lungs— hell, he barely even felt it anymore. he turned over to you, his eyes half-lidded with admiration. the way your hair fanned out across the pillow, your softness, your warmth— you were his. his to take care of, to dote on, to satisfy.

he’d ruin you for any man that dared to come after him, that much he knew. he extended his hand out to gently cup your cheek, guiding your face to his.

“do you trust me, pet?” he cooed, using the term of endearment that had become your bond. you slowly nodded, visibly curious. he responded by easing his thumb into your mouth, gingerly guiding it open. as your mouth remained open, he removed his thumb before he took a drag from his cigar, his lips hurriedly meeting yours. the slickness of his tongue found yours, coaxing a soft moan out of you as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth. he grinned at the way you took it so well, his lips and tobacco mixing to make a heady concoction. he pulled you onto his chest, your breasts flush against him. he could feel his cock starting to harden at the thought of taking you again, sprawled across the bed as he shared a part of himself with you.

“just open a lil’ wider this time— aye, there we go. takin’ it like a champ, are we?” he praised, a smirk landing on his features as he pressed the head of his cock against your puffy folds, your eyes rolling back at how well he stretched you as the smoke infiltrated your lungs, feeling him with every breath.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Ghost: Self care is for the weak Y/N: *coughs* Ghost: WE NEED AN AMBULANCE