#Soap x Alejandro

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Aftercare (Fluff)

John Price/Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" Mactavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley/Alejandro Vargas/Rodolfo Parra

Alejandro inhaled deeply as he pressed his bare chest to Soap’s back, feeling the knot in the apron strings dig into his stomach. Soap leant back into his touch unconsciously, as he was concentrating on the frying pan in front of him, fat and oil spitting as he flipped the slices of bacon that were filling the kitchen with the gorgeous sound of sizzling.

Alejandro gently kissed the side of Soap’s neck, before lowering his head, resting his chin on his shoulder. As much as he wanted Soap’s attention, he wasn’t going to distract him now. A nasty burn would put a bit of a damper on the evening, after what had been an amazing day.

“Easy now…” Soap muttered as he caught one of the pieces, stopping it from flipping out over the edge of the pan. “Easy.”

Alejandro tightened his grip, the canvas separating his arms from Soap’s abs wrinkling against his skin. “Good save, Johnny.”

Soap forced out a chuckle as he quickly flipped the next strip. “Maybe don’t with that, yeah?”

“Sorry.” Alejandro mumbled.

“Nah, s’okay. You gotta come up with your own thing for me. Be original, rather than just copying Ghost, you know?”

“But that’s work….” Alejandro whined, shifting his head down so his forehead was pressed on his shoulder.

“Hardly. How’re those rolls coming along?”

Alejandro raised his head slightly and glanced at the definitely still unsliced rolls sitting in a pile on the counter. “I’ll get back to it.”

“No rush.” Soap laid a hand over Alejandro’s arms, stilling him as he started to pull away. “We got plenty of time before the bacon’s done.”

“If you say so.” Alejandro lay his head back down on Soap’s shoulder, ears pricking when he heard footsteps coming down the corridor that led back to the bedroom.

“Hey, Simon.” Soap said, without even turning his head to see who it was. “You know, you’re not as quiet as usual.”

Ghost huffed, not responding to the bait as he crossed the kitchen to the pair, cupping Soap’s neck as he kissed him, right in front of Alejandro’s face. Alejandro leant back, letting them have their space, a courtesy that Simon quickly rewarded with a kiss of his own, before he let Alejandro go back to slumbering upright, his head balanced on Johnny’s shoulder.

“How’s everyone doing?” Soap asked, glancing up again to see what Ghost was doing with them in the kitchen.

“Good. Tired, but good.” Ghost lifted a cup down from the cupboard and dropped a teabag inside, before filling the kettle and setting it on. “Gaz wanted tea, and I needed to stretch my legs.”

Soap nodded. “There going to be enough there for two?”

“Sure.” Ghost got another cup down. “Alejandro?”

“Huh?” Alejandro raised his head from Soap’s shoulder, blinking rapidly.

“Tea?” Ghost held up a mug.

“Only if it’s already on…” Alejandro mumbled, his head already dropping back to Soap’s shoulder.

Ghost nodded, lining the three mugs up before topping the kettle up with more water and leaving it to boil as he skirted around the two men at the stove to get the milk and sugar out.

Alejandro and Soap looked very natural, standing together at the stove. Maybe it was the fact that they were both practically naked, each only wearing his underwear, and Soap an apron, for safety, but it made Ghost happy to see them together, even if Soap was trying to fry bacon using a fish slice.

“Why don’t you use the tongs?” Ghost asked, leaning over as he saw Soap struggling.

“Couldn’t find them.” Soap glanced up again, his mouth closing in a thin line when Ghost opened the first drawer he saw and pulled the tongs out, clicking them together like he was a crab, mocking him. “Look, you get fucked and search through a kitchen that’s not your own.”

“I just did, Johnny. By you, if you recall. It’s no excuse.” Simon held the the tongs to him, stealing a kiss before he let him take them. Soap rolled his eyes, but put the fish slice aside, and suddenly found that, with the tongs, he was having a much easier time frying the bacon.

The kettle clicked, sending Ghost scurrying back to it, pouring the hot water into the three mugs, swirling the tea bags around before making each mug up as everyone liked: black for Soap, two sugars for Alejandro, and milk and one sugar for Gaz. He moved Soap and Alejandro’s to the right of the stove, nodding at their mumbled thanks as he picked up Gaz’s mug and carried it back to the bedroom.

Ghost opened the door to find the room pretty much as he left it; warm and dimly lit, with a general air of sleepiness, as Gaz, Rudy and Price spread out on the bed, one of them occasionally whispering something as they recovered from the day of fucking. It had been full on from all angles; from the frenzied to the gentle; the couples to the threesomes, the foursomes; to the group passing Rudy around in a circle. Anything that a group of men could do to each other, they had done, and now they were trying to recover from it.

Ghost tiptoed to the side of the bed where Gaz was sat, leaning against the headboard, Rudy’s head in his lap as Gaz massaged his shoulders.

When Ghost set the mug down, Gaz tilted his head up, eyes crinkling when he saw him. “Thanks, Ghost. You’re a lifesaver.”

Ghost chuckled lightly, kicking his boxers off before gently helping Rudy up, cradling him against his side as he sat on the bed, rejoining the naked lounging as he took over where Gaz had left off, gently rubbing Rudy’s shoulders, as the man under him groaned softly.

Gaz sat back and picked up his tea, blowing on it gently before sipping it. “Ah… Perfect, as always, Simon.”

Simon smiled, silently taking the compliment as he dug his thumb into a knot on the back of Rudy’s neck, making him groan louder.

“Easy, Ghost. Don’t hurt him.” Price joked, where he was propped up on some of the pillows. It made Ghost laugh, as Rudy sat up to protest, and correct the record that he was fine; in fact, he liked how hard Ghost was pushing him.

“You have him, then.” Ghost gently pushed Rudy over into Price’s arms, getting him settled against Price’s side before he crawled in between Gaz and Rudy, leaning on the headboard while shoulder to shoulder with them. Gaz sighed, tilting his head onto Ghost’s shoulder as Ghost reached down and pulled a blanket up over their legs, one that was nice and fluffy, feeling like it was caressing their bare skin.

Gaz groaned softly, stretching his hands before wrapping them around the warm cup he was holding.

“You good?” Ghost murmured, looking at him.

“Sore.” Gaz admitted. “Really sore.”

Ghost nodded, tilting his head down as Gaz kissed him.

“Oi. Don’t you two act like we can’t see you.” Price called out from behind them, and they both turned to see him with Rudy sitting up in his lap, kissing the corner of John’s mouth.

“Hypocrite.” Gaz set his cup back on the table and reached out to take Ghost’s face in his hands, the warmth absorbed from the cup spreading from his fingers into Ghost’s skin, as Gaz pulled Ghost in and kissed him, over and over again.

Ghost laid his hands over Gaz’s, slowly rocking them back and forth ever so slightly, as Gaz went to him for a kiss, then he went to Gaz, until Rudy’s hand was on Ghost’s shoulder.

“I want a kiss, too.” He mumbled, curling up against Ghost’s back, eyes wide. “Please can I have one too?”

Gaz and Ghost both reached out at the same time, pulling Rudy up into Ghost’s lap and tugging his head in to include him in the spit swapping. It went so that Gaz kissed Ghost, Ghost kissed Rudy, and Rudy kissed Gaz, going around and around until the three of them were lost in the haze, just continuing on without thought, no matter how many times or how loudly Price cleared his throat.

Eventually Price gave up, tilting his head back on the wall, eyes half closing as he reflected on how long it had been since he’d last felt this tired. His life was demanding, stressful, exhausting most days, so he always felt some kind of tired, but rarely was it like this. A content, sleepy tired. A nice tired.  

“Hey, John.” Alejandro’s voice called him back from his thoughts, and Price opened his eyes to find Alejandro holding a bacon butty in front of him. “Food’s ready.”

Price nodded, his stomach audibly growling as he took the plate from him. “Thank you.”

“Thank Soap, not me.” Alejandro leaned over, quickly breaking the trio up, dragging Rudy into his lap as he made sure Gaz and Ghost both got a plate too.

Alejandro had only brought three plates with him, so ended up one short for Rudy, apologising to him by pulling him into his lap, cuddling his cock-drunk-hungover husband as he explained that Soap would shortly be bringing more with him.

Soap did indeed deliver, appearing with another round of plates and a bottle of ketchup, which was quickly doled out to those who wanted it, as everyone used their plates more like drip trays, not wanting the hassle of having to get up and clean something. As they finished, one by one, they stacked their plates up, thanking Soap, which he took wordlessly, the exhaustion catching up to him as he crawled up between Gaz and Ghost and collapsed across their laps. Rudy followed his example, snuggling back into Price’s arms, his movement shortly followed by Alejandro, who slotted between him and Ghost, keeping one arm around Rudy, and holding Ghost’s hand with the other, as he glanced at John.

“You alright?” Alejandro murmured over the top of Rudy’s head.

John nodded, mouth tightening as he looked at the door again, the one entrance and exit to the room. He couldn’t turn his stupid brain off.

“I can keep watch, you know.” Alejandro murmured again. “I can keep everyone safe.”

“You can?” Price peered at him, his eyes suddenly impossibly heavy as he struggled to keep them open in the face of possible relief and peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

Alejandro nodded. “You can trust me, John.”

“I know I can…” Price didn’t get to finish the thought, as his body slumped down on the pillows, his head falling onto Rudy’s as he went out like a light.

“Damn, you did that so easily…” Gaz murmured, glancing over at him. “It’s usually a bloody fight and a half to get him to do that.”

Alejandro grinned. “I guess I’m just talented like that.”

Ghost rolled his eyes. “Sure, that’s what it is.”

“He’s out too, you know.” Gaz brushed his hand over Soap’s mohawk, contentedly snoring across his and Ghost’s lap. Ghost smiled, gently poking Soap’s nose, which he wrinkled, even while asleep.

“You two should rest, too.” Alejandro glanced back at them. “I’ll keep you covered.”

“Thanks, Ale.” Gaz nodded, leaning against Ghost’s shoulder and closing his eyes.

“If it’s the same to you, I’ll stay up.” Ghost glanced back at Alejandro. He felt surprisingly awake, despite everyone else’s exhaustion. Maybe it was duty – someone needed to stay awake, and he and Alejandro could keep each other company.  

“Sure. Hey, you know what, you help me come up with a nickname for Soap.”

“He still protesting at you calling him Johnny?”

Alejandro nodded.

“We can come up with something, surely…” Ghost glanced down at Soap, brushing a hand over his head. “You know, he was known as the FNG for a really long time… informally, of course, but it took him a good while to shake it off.”

“Really? Why?” Alejandro tilted his head against the wall, smiling at Ghost as he talked.

“Well… It all starts with him lying about his age, when he was first trying to enlist…”

[soapppp]

CW: nsfw, monsterf-cking Mpreg, ABO(kinda?)

Werewolves are the rarest supernatural left. Once they were the most common, but then humans learnt to hunt them and suddenly their population dropped. The rumour that people could be turned into a wolf by a simple bite was enough to strike fear, despite that being completely false. Everyone outside of the 141 and other taskforce thinks they are all dead and gone. Those who know of Johnny “Soap” Mactavish know better.

Unlike his other teammates, all of which were either supernaturals or practiced the supernatural arts, Soap was rare to use his talents as a werwolf. His duty to keep his kinds existence as quiet as possible went over his job most times, unless of course his Pack was threatened and he saw no other choice. He kept to himself when he had his force shift every month (though not on a full moon but a new moon) and didn’t talk about what he was unless required.

But then he fell in love. First with Gaz, then Price, then Alejandro and Rudy, and then the most love that made him give in, Ghost.

As a male wolf, his desire to protect those he deemed his own was overpowering to his own ‘rules’. It was another wolf that challenged this during a mission, inuring Soap’s Alejandro and demanding the other wolf submit. Soap had killed the other wolf in a bloody fight that took near an hour, leaving him injured and beaten but victorious. His hulking form had towered over his team, the high of a fight causing him to force them close to him and even attack the medics who came to heal Alejandro. Luckily, Gaz figured it out and whispered words that made the werwolf finally listen.

“Alpha, stop. You’re hurting your mates!”

Unsurprisingly, it was Ghost who moved first after Soap woke up in the hospital, the older man kissing him near aggressively and calling him an idiot for keeping things to himself. One by one, they each followed suit, pleading with Soap to stop hiding his instinct and to be honest with them all while giving him soft kisses and gentle pats.

From there he’s a whole different man, yet somehow still exactly him. He’s unbearably clingy to them all, nuzzling them constantly in order to scent them, stealing their clothes and replacing them with his own, buying them ungodly amounts of food (one time he bought a whole deer carcass and was promptly made to sleep outside after cleaning up all the blood), and just generally being a dotting overgrown dog. All of them are left with werewolf hair in their clothes and large hickeys on their neck, enough to show they are owned.

But then, one night when the six of them are cuddling in the rec room, Soap suddenly lets out the loudest growl any of them ah e heard while kissing Rudy’s neck. They all freeze, but Soap doesn’t seem to notice, just pushing his face which is gradually forming into a muzzle into Rudy’s neck and pulling him close. Rudy himself is left panting, arousal strong as Soap begins to grind against him. Rudy, whose able to think clearly enough and knows the most about ruts and heats, tells them it’s okay and to just ‘enjoy the show’.

And it’s a show.

They watch as Soap shifts into his full form with a slit hidden by fur opening up and dropping a cock the size of Rudy’s torso. They watch, all fisting their own cocks, as Soap fucks Rudy so hard he’s sobbing and whining, begging to be filled even as his body instinctively pulls away. Rudy reaches climax four times before Soap does, but even then he doesn’t stop. All of them are completely stunned as Soap continues to fuck Rudy for close to nine hours.

Turns out, that’s how all werewolf’s fuck. It’s not just a quick lay, it’s an average of eight hours of uninterrupted sex with a knot the size of a bowling ball plugging literal buckets of cum inside their mate. It’s why Soap didn’t want them to know about his wolf side, but he greatly underestimates his partners and how much they love him.

It takes only a month of knowing this, with a vacation of three days, for Soap to impregnate three of his partners. Only two of them choose to keep the babies, but even with his non-pregnant he is impossible gentle. He doesn’t let anybody near, only trusted medics, and is contacting his only remaining family about the news of two, possibly three, new wolf pups coming into the world.

After six years, Soap manages to make himself eleven new wolves, single handedly raising the wolf population to no longer be endangered.

[cod-dump]

Soap for no reason: *giggling with his mouth closed*

Alejandro, from the opposite end of the couch: Mi amor…

Soap, turning and looking at Alejandro: Hm?

Alejandro: Are you alright?

Soap: *intense mouth closed giggling*

Alejandro, calling Ghost and Rudy while afraid for his life: pick up pick up pick up-

[bellamer]

Soap x Alejandro

Soap x Alejandro

SOAP X ALEJANDRO

[bluegiragi]

easy pickings.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[alwaysshallow]

boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

dividers by cafekitsune

[mrsparrasblog]

COD porn links

MDNI

I tried to add some more inclusive vids like male X male plus sized and fetishes

Kyle

He is mad at you for flirting with another guy

Dryhumping childhood best friend Kyle

Kyle fucks you while you're handcuffed

Sucking his dick after deployment

After he tells you I love you for the first time (mxm)

Kyle being a good boy

Kyle and his wife

Price

John teaches his rookies some respect (mxm)

You talked back Infront of the team ( god he looks so much like price - respectable drooling not from the mouth)

Husband Price

He apologised for being so long on Deployment

John price with his new insecure sergeant

Sucking older bf price

Price is hungry for your cunt

Simon

Simon uses your cum as lube (male X male)

You're not allowed to cum (mxm)

Pre military Simon fucking his first girlfriend

Just the tip love

Simon always loved them bigger

Soap

The minute he comes back from deployment (male X male)

Johnny in lingerie

The video Johnny shows when someone asks how you look

(never shows your face but your cunt is okay -idiot)

Johnny has a foot fetish

Johnny loves you

Please let me play with your tits

Johnny is a needy bastard

Extra

The video you got after sending them a nude

But why does it give Johnny and Simon "we're just friends" vibes

Threesome with Simon and Johnny

Johnny getting himself off in the barracks

Sunshine and price from my fanfic

Valeria and Alejandro sharing you

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 Reaction to You Being A Virgin

Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Corruption Kink, Purity Kink, Innocence Kink, Ownership Kink, Age Gap, Implied Slight Yandere Graves Inexperience, Objectification, Dominant MW2, Soft MW2, Gaz is anxious :-( but trying his best, MW2 Trying To Be Smooth, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

Ghost

The fact that you, innocent, are his to love and corrupt sends white-hot anticipation between his legs.

He’s imagined what you’d be like in bed: how you’d take him, the sounds you’d make. Of course he has – practically everyone on Base has.

But now, his fantasies are tinged with something feral. A primal need to show you that he is the best choice for you (even if he doesn’t believe it himself) – the only one strong enough and skilled enough to be yours and to make you his.

He’s fantasised about you looking up at him with doe eyes while he pins your wrists to the mattress, voice meek as you tell him, as if it’s a secret, that you’ve “Never done this before…”

He can’t live without it. The fact that he can – will – be your first time. Satisfy you in ways nobody else will ever be able to compete with.

He’d never admit it, but a dark part of him has plagued him with ideas of ravaging and corrupting you, about making your first time so pleasurable and carnal that nobody will ever be able to satisfy you as he can.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” he tells you, taking your chin between his fingers. He lowers his lips to your ear. You don’t see the dark gleam in his eye. Don’t see the deliciously dark idea cross his mind – the impulse to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to feel anything, nevermind pain. And he makes a promise to you anyway.

“I’ll take care of you.”

König

“Thought as much.” König’s words are blunt yet sharp.

“Seeing as you have everyone wrapped around your finger, it’s clear you have no regard for the way you conduct yourself.”

You may construe König’s words as mean. Derogatory, even. He means it as a compliment. Even if you don’t know it yet.

“You think I don’t see the way you flaunt yourself in front of the soldiers – thinking that you’ll be able to get away with it without consequence.”

König’s frame towers over you. His gaze is ice, and any trace of the socially anxious soldier you knew is gone.

“I wonder how you like it.” he muses aloud. His voice is tinged with something unreadable. Venomous.

“How you’ll take it. Rough, gentle…” His eyes narrow.

“Mean.”

He’s boxed you in with his stature alone.

“Makes no difference to me,” he tells you. Deceptively calm. And then, an offer. One you can’t refuse.

“I’ll fuck you every which way until I find what makes you scream the loudest.”

Soap

“Oh, really?” he says, eyebrow quirked and a hidden smile teasing his lips.

Johnny really couldn’t care less that you’ve never had sex before. But, the fact that you shared this information with him – albeit after he steered the conversation towards more…intimate topics – gave him hope that you were hinting towards something.

Something that Johnny’s wanted since he realised he was massively, whorishly down bad for you.

From his position opposite you, against the kitchen counter, he takes a step forward.

“I suppose you’re not very experienced then, are you?”

He advances until he’s in front of you. A wolf and a lamb. Close enough that you can smell his cologne.

His eyes are piercing, but there is a softness behind them. Something that writhes and wants and needs.

His hands come to rest upon the counter behind you. Nowhere for you to run. The heat from his body is scorching.

“Though, I’d be more than happy to…” His voice husks. “Beef up your résumé.”

Valeria

Corruption kink to the MAX

Valeria is a territorial, dominant woman – that much is easy to see.

And the fact that you haven’t had anyone else before her just does something to her.

Alters her brain chemistry permanently.

There’s not one soldier, police officer or government official she doesn’t own in Las Almas.

So why shouldn’t she own you, too?

Now she’s thinking of every conceivable way she’s going to take ownership of you.

She thinks about it so often that she struggles to complete her paperwork without having to disperse the issue before she can continue.

But be warned: there will come a day when satisfying herself just won’t cut it. When she’s going to seek you out and ruin you.

“It might hurt at first, mi Amor,” she tells you, hand stroking your cheek, coming down to your jaw. “But trust me when I say that–”

Her hand grips your jaw. Tight. A viper’s strike. A fire burns in her eyes and the corners of her lips curl up in a cruel smile.

“I’ll make it hurt a whole lot more if you don’t do as I say.”

Price

Given his age, Price has had his fair share of experiences.

But that doesn’t harden him to the simple fact that you haven’t.

In his eyes, there’s something endearing about how you’ve yet to give yourself to another person.

Another person that, he hopes, will someday be him.

The idea makes something in him stir. The fact that the difference between your age and his makes him that much more confident in his ability to please you in ways no mere boy can makes him anxious to act.

“Oh. Is that right, Love?” He says, eyes light and his smile dangerous.

“S’ppose you’re waiting for the right person.” His posture is inviting. Tempting. Belies the rush he’s feeling — the desire to have you at his mercy in the most carnal sense.

“Pretty little thing like you, you could have your fill of men.”

He’s angling for something. His face says it all.

He steps towards you. Again. Again. He’s in front of you.

His chest is almost to yours. His smile is shallow now. Strained. Like his pants.

“Probably looking for someone with experience.”

He thrives on the way your chest flutters. His does, too, but it’s masked beneath a  heavy stare.

“And trust me, Love,” his voice is low. A message for you and you alone as he brings his lips to your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“I’ve got plenty to spare.”

Horangi

You don’t hear it for his mask, but Horangi lets out a shuttered breath.

“That’s why you’re always so quiet when sex talk comes up.”

He says it as a fact, but you take it as a question. You nod.

Horangi’s arms unfurl from his chest, come to rest at his sides. He’s looking at you.

Even through the layers of his mask, his gaze is heavy. Leaden.

He steps towards you. His frame, broad, fills your vision.

You can hear how heavy his breathing has become. How thick the air is.

How much he’s trying to restrain himself.

“How about a deal,” he proposes. Commands.

“You give me something to have a nice, long, hard think about,” his hips are to yours. You feel him pressing against you.

“And I’ll give you something to talk about.”

Alejandro

“You surprise me, mi amor,” he says, natural as anything. As if he already knew.

“I’d have thought someone would have swooped in and claimed you by now.”

Truth be told, Alejandro wanted to be that somebody so badly that it made him ache in places he’d rather not think about. Especially when you’re already making containing himself incredibly difficult with that pouting, wide-eyed, innocent look.

God, you had no idea what you were doing to him.

“Or…are you saving yourself for someone specific?”

Before you, his frame is broad and imposing even without all his military gear on.

He takes your chin between his fingers. Tilts your head so your gaze can’t escape his. A shiver runs up his spine at the sound of your breath stuttering.

His words aren’t rhetorical. He’s pulled the answer from you – seen it in your eyes.

“Or are you just waiting for a man who knows how to take care of you?”

Rodolfo

“O-oh!” Rudy chokes out. His cheeks are already giving way to a telltale pink. He tries to cover it.

“But– you’re so pretty and smart and kind – I thought you’d have a boyfriend by now!”

In some ways, Rudy’s a bit of a traditionalist: his mind still jumps to the idea that you’d typically only be intimate with someone you’re already in a relationship with.

Not that he’d judge you if this were not the case for you.

But he sees his chance. And he takes it.

“Well, if you’re not with anyone, then…would you like to go out sometime? With me?”

His eyes are wide and filled with hope – something you’d never have expected from a  man in such a brutal line of work.

Sex is the last thing on his mind right now: truly, he’s so taken in with the idea that you’re single and available that your sexual status means very little to him.

Though, that isn’t to say he hasn’t thought about you like that before, or that he hasn’t spent many a night with his face smothered with pillows as your name escapes from between his lips, panting, moaning.

That’s a little secret for you to uncover later in your relationship…

Graves

“So you’re tellin’ me that no one’s had the privilege of fuckin’ that pretty little ass of yours?”

Graves sure has a way with words.

For all his slimy business practices, this is the one time he’s genuinely surprised. Unable to be slick.

He puts his game face on. Gives you a half-lidded stare and lowers his voice. His heart hammers: he conceals it behind a cool tone.

“Well, colour me impressed, Angel,” he says. A hand comes to the hem of your shirt, takes it between slow, intentional fingers. He has to resist the urge to look at your chest when he pulls the fabric taut.

“And here I was thinkin’ I already knew everything about you.”

He’s moving in before you can analyse his statement. Before you can begin to understand how badly this man has lusted after you – how deeply entrenched in your life he’s become. And all without you knowing.

He places a hand on the wall behind you. Presses himself closer to you.

“How much to let me be the first,” he drawls. Your eyes widen. His thin smile grows.

“And last.”

Gaz

Bless his little cotton socks, he doesn’t know what to do with both this information and himself.

See, despite being incredibly intelligent, Gaz is still the youngest of the 141, so he’s not entirely accustomed to situations like this.

He can’t tell if you’re hinting, flirting, or just telling him something about yourself.

He remembers what Soap taught him, though.

Should a situation arise where someone is flirting with you, just use your intuition and don’t fuck it up.

Gaz leans against the doorframe, almost misses, scrambles to resume his ideal posture.

“Oh, so we’re more similar than you’d think, then.”

He can feel Soap banging his head against a wall. Jesus, Gaz – at least try to impress (Y/N) !

At your raised eyebrow and your playful “Oh?” Gaz coughs. His voice lowers.

“But…” he steps closer. “Maybe we can un-virgin each other.”

Long story short, Gaz has no idea what he’s talking about. But, somehow, his nervous disposition and pretty boy charm have enamoured you. And you may have told him you’d take him up on his offer 👀.

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[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

[stillinracooncity]

that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2024 Day Eight

Exhibitionism

Alejandro Vargas/John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap glanced over the room below, squinting into the bright light as he stood hidden in an alcove, thrown into shadow by the high, vaulted ceiling. The only source of light appeared to be candles, glowing softly in holders placed all around the room, but the plethora of shiny polished surfaces and gold guild seemed to reflect it back tenfold, bathing the mingling guests in a harsh, golden light. Soap swallowed, leaning back as he heard someone approaching him from behind.

“Easy, it’s just me.” Alejandro walked up next to him, adjusting his shirt cuffs as he stopped next to the rail.

“Find anything?” Soap looked over his shoulder, straining his eyes as he stared into the dark hallway behind them.

Alejandro shook his head. “Nothing. No sign Valeria is here somewhere, or has anything to do with this. But equally, nothing saying she was coming, and suddenly didn’t, because she knew we would be.”

“At least that’s a positive.” Soap sighed, glancing down over the floor again. Gaz was over by one of the doors, standing next to some high-ranking military brass, the little clique of them all appearing to be ironically enjoying the over-enthusiastic performance of a man telling them a story. Captain Price was huddled over a table in the corner, in deep discussion with a small circle of men, holding tight to a most likely very expensive bottle of whiskey, evidently taking charge of it after it had been liberated from a server’s hand. “Gaz and the captain still look good.”

“So’s Rudy…” Alejandro murmured back, gesturing to where Rudy was doing the rounds, shaking hand after hand as he was introduced to a whole group of people. “And… Ghost, too.”

Soap followed his gaze, immediately picking Ghost out in a group standing by another of the open doors, silently smoking. It made sense that, even though he was meant to be an attending guest, Ghost would be the one to take it upon himself to watch the exits.

He’d had to forgo his mask for this event, even after his protests that he should be up on look out with Soap. Alejandro had been the bearer of bad news, that between Soap’s haircut, and how well- known Alejandro was, there was no way the two of them could get into the party as regular guests without being noticed. Instead of posing as guests, they’d slipped in disguised as security, and sweettalked their way into working the alcoves.

Soap preferred it up here. Here, he got to dress in a plain black suit and tie, rather than his formal military dress, which would inevitably lead to all the dick measuring about who had what, and had served where, and blah blah blah. Instead, he just had to keep Alejandro company, and issue warnings if anyone unexpected turned up.

He would have preferred it to be Ghost who was with him, though. Then, he wouldn’t feel jealous that Alejandro had picked out Ghost, by his bare face, quicker than Soap had.

“All going good.” Soap sighed, tightening his grip on the railing. At least he acknowledged that he was jealous. That made it a bit better, right? That, even though they’d all talked, and all agreed they were all in one relationship together, that Soap still felt like Ghost was his? “You want to take the round again?”

“Why? You need to be alone to make your check in with Ghost?” Alejandro grinned at him.

“Right, you’re one to talk, slipping off to chat with Rudy.” Soap snapped back. “Running hot under the collar, yourself.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Alejandro grinned wider, now that Soap had outed himself by projecting.

“You don’t? These shadows don’t hide everything…” Soap lunged at Alejandro. He caught him easily, grabbing Soap’s wrist and using his momentum to swing him past him. Soap grunted, bringing up one of his hands to catch himself before he hit the wall, saving himself from bloodying his face, but not from Alejandro pressing up against him from behind.

Alejandro crushed his body against Soap’s, pinning him to the cold, stone wall. Soap struggled, until he felt Alejandro’s hard dick press against his ass, and a small voice crowed victory in the back of his mind.

Alejandro quickly put that voice to bed as he whispered in Soap’s ear. “Ghost said you like to struggle.”

“Away wi’ ye…” Soap started, until Alejandro to press his hand over Soap’s mouth.

“He told me about a lot of things you’d like. I think I might try a few of them, see if that’ll shut you up.”

Soap fell silent for a moment, even after Alejandro removed his hand from his mouth, mind racing from the idea that Ghost had told Alejandro to do this. “You’re… well practised.”

“Sure.” Alejandro slid his hands down Soap’s hips, undoing his belt, trousers and fly to feel Soap’s dick. “That, and it comes easy when just getting pinned makes a man hard.”

Soap grumbled but leant into it, sparing a quick glance down to the party below. As long as no one looked up, they would be fine. Alejandro could fuck him right here, and no one would know. If no one looked up.

If anyone did, they might just think it was part of the show. Maybe.  

Alejandro leant his hips back, allowing him to yank Soap’s trousers down around his thighs.

Soap huffed when he felt Alejandro’s fingers spreading his ass open, rather than wrapping around his cock. “This is hardly fair, that I’m the only one left hanging.”

“I’ve not left anyone hanging.” Alejandro hushed him, pressing his thumb into Soap’s asshole, teasing him gently. “Not yet at least.”

“Were you planning on it?”

“Only if you give someone a reason to look up. Then, I might have to. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Course you do.” Soap sighed, spreading his legs, and moved his arm up to rest his forehead on. He exhaled shakily, his eyes sliding closed when he felt the head of Alejandro’s cock nudge his hole, his fingers already pulling Soap’s hole wide to help Alejandro push himself in.

Soap groaned, bracing himself against the wall as Alejandro started to fuck him, going slowly and deliberately. He kept one hand on Soap’s hip to steady himself as his chest pressed against Soap’s back, the closeness allowing Alejandro moved his hand over to cup around Soap’s cock, giving Soap a little something to fuck his dick into.

“No marks, remember?” Soap muttered when he felt Alejandro’s lips trailing over his neck, leaving soft kisses in between heavy breaths as Alejandro fucked him.

Alejandro murmured an agreement, and shifted the hand around Soap’s cock down, changing the angle so he wouldn’t fuck his dick into the wall. Soap felt the knot in his gut tighten, unsure if it was to do with the horror of that image, or that he was going to cum already.

He got the answer quickly, and cracked his eyes open to stare down at the glow of the room below as he came, squeezing tight around Alejandro, who groaned in his ear. Even as Soap panted, Alejandro continuing to fuck him slowly, cupping his hand protectively over Soap’s softening dick as each thrust jolted his hips forward. Soap gasped, struggling again, feeling Alejandro trying to soothe him, closing his eyes as Alejandro kept fucking him, each thrust feeling like it was harder than the one before, each gently press of skin on his soft dick making him whimper as it barrelled towards becoming too much, until Alejandro bit down on Soap’s shirt collar, barely quieting the groan at all as he came too.

 Almost immediately, Alejandro’s lips were by Soap’s ear, murmuring for him to relax, just take a minute, deep breath now, as he tidied them up, redoing both of their trousers and belts. He cupped Soap’s face, gazing into his eyes as he helped Soap stand up, moving him back to the railing.

Soap exhaled, clasping his hand around it, nodding that he was okay to Alejandro, as he checked his watch. “It’s time for another round.”

Alejandro nodded. “I’ll go. You stay here, check on everyone else.”

“Yeah.” Soap swallowed, running a hand over his face and glancing down at the room below.

Price was still muttering away at his table, looking like he was trying to mediate an argument. Gaz was still with his little huddle, apparently having taken centre stage to tell one of his own stories, and doing it better than the previous guy had, judging by how everyone was laughing. The sound had drawn the attention of someone Rudy had been talking with, and now Rudy was crossing the room with him to join Gaz’s circle.

And, someone was looking up at him.

Fuck.

Ghost was looking up at him.

Double fuck.

Soap swallowed, smiled and tipped a salute to him. He was out of Ghost’s reach, for now. Whatever he wanted to say, to do, was a problem for Later Soap to deal with. Now Soap was working, silently watching the party, wondering if he might get lucky and Alejandro would sneak them up a drink, or any of the tiny sausage rolls now being floated around the room on large, golden trays.   

[soapppp]

CW: nsfw

Soap grew up in a big house with lots of people in, which was alright and made him feeling loved and never lonely, but it has the side affect of making him Ito feel seen. His needs were met but his wants were often ignored in favour of his younger, more dramatic siblings. His teammates figure this out quickly and make sure to note the small things he does if only to watch how his face lights up and a small smile sits on his face for hours afterwards. It’s when he starts to become more sexual with them all that it really comes into play. Praise is something he adores, but he never had to wait for that, it was being the centre of everyone’s attention that really got Soap worked up and blushing beat red. When Price and Ghost fuck him over Price’s desk, he feels like he’s in a pitch black room with a dozen spotlights lighting him up as they fuck him from both ends than at the same time. Gaz loves to overstimulate him, but it’s when he gets the idea to take a photo of him blissed out and shamelessly save it as his Lock Screen that Soap feels a warmth flood his mind. Alejandro and Rudy jump at him when he very confidently (see: Shyly) asks them if they would be willing to ‘play’ with him. Soap would quickly learn it was because the two lovers both like to dominate and praise and being able to pleasure Soap between them for a whole night was basically heaven. It’s unsurprisingly Nikolai’s idea after a rare visit from him that becomes a routine thing to do when Soap isn’t feeling good or validated. Using their own private rec room, they remove the old TV and replace it with a bench with a single, large dildo onto it. Soap is shy and blushy at first but quickly works himself up to take the toy in full, sitting down and letting out whimpers as Price and Gaz kiss along his body before Ghost gently ties a vibrator to his cock on the lowest setting. They then all sit on chairs next to him while fisting their own cocks. Soap rides the toy as the four (sometimes three, sometimes six) men compliment him and talk to him about how good and beautiful he looks. Every time the play session will end with them all cumming on Soap’s body then all helping him clean up before setting him up on the couch with his favourite movie and cuddles while snacking on crackers and apple juice. Soap floats in his headspace and come sour of it feeling loved and protected and usually still full of his biggest toy.

[cod-dump]

Alejandro: *doing dishes*

Soap: *sneaks up behind him and grabs his ass*

Alejandro: *whips around and sprays Soap with water*

Alejandro as Soap screams: I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE WHEN I’M DOING THE DISHES YOU’RE RUINING THE AMBIANCE

Soap, soaking wet: I just wanted to appreciate your ass :(

[vaquerolvr]

wingman

synopsis: asking the cod guys for their friend’s number and they’re definitely not jealous (pre-relationship)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov

cw: none

an: i think that price genuinely finds those shitty minion memes from like 2010 hilarious

dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)

[codnasties]

cod characters fucking fleshlights

this post includes: soap, ghost, gaz, price, graves, konig & alejandro

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soap 🧼- the one that takes his time

now, this ain't soap's first time using a fleshlight. he started with a tenga egg or something like that, just for the sake of trying something that wasn't his hand. and i just know that troughout the years he has created a decently sized collection with a lot of varietiy: fleshlights imitating pussies, asses, mouths,... even if a man like him could easily pull a pretty lass to fuck, with the job he has and what it requires of him, it isn't always ideal.

but there is one thing that soap does, no matter weather he's fucking one of his partners or a plastic replica: he takes his time. stroking himself tentatively before lubing his dick up and loweing the fleshlight onto his hard on until he's balls deep. and when i say he fucks it as if it were a real person i mean it. he's fucking int in diferent positions, jerking himself with it but also fucking into it, both slow and fast until cums all over himself

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ghost 👻- the stretcher

ghost sometimes has to ask himself if he's really that big and thick or if it's just that the one or two fleslights he owns are way too fucking small. he doesn't know, but he very much loves it. there is something about the size difference, the way the plastic stretches to fit him and how he can perfecly see it expanding as he pushes his dick deeper into it that makes him go feral.

now, other than his size kink goin brrr, he finds himself swiping his cock against the flesglight's pussy-like entrance, as if he were teasing a real cunt, before fucking himself slowly into it. he's mersmerized by the plastic doll completely swallowing up his aching hard dick until he's balls deep. he also intends to pull out - just to save himself some clean up - but he finds himself so overwhelmed by the feeling and visuals that he just fill the fleshlight up with his potent cum - more than once, at that -.

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gaz 🧢- mess making perpetrator

this may be my most repeated gaz headcanon but he's a mess maker and there is no deniying. when he get's home from a mission or something like that and he doesn't feel like trying to find a partner to fuck, he always has a trusty fleshlight. the thing is, he doesn't even make it to the bedroom most of the time, deciding to just fuck it in his livingroom.

he just plunged deeply into the plastic pussy, stretching the plastic over his limit because his dick is too long for the small fleshlight, almos breking it. the pent up hornyness and the feeling of something other than his hand wrapped around his dick sending him into an orgasm faster than he expected. he pulls out to first his impossibly hard cock when he feels himself about to cum. and he stains the sofa with it as the mess perpetrator that he is - and let me tell you, it ain't the first time he's had to clean his seed out of that sofa.

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price 🚬- the first timer

price is an older and more traditional man, he would rather fuck another person than some piece of plastic. but he keps hearing his men talk about fleshlights, how good they feel,.. and all that combined with the fact that he ain't getting younger, he's extra tired and trying to find a partner with a job like his is tedious, he decides to get himself a fleshlight just to try it out of curiotisty.

what he did not expect was that god forsaken piece of plastic would feel that fucking good. all it took was some slow deep strokes into it before he found himself cumming. and at that moment his lust filled brain took over and he started fucking himself into the fleshlight again, trying to extend the pleasure of the orgasm. let's say he now fully understands why his men praise them plastic holes.

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konig 🗡- the nasty fucker

lets be real, konig is fleshlight collector number 2. anxiety gets the best of him so he would rather to make do with some plastic pussy or ass than having to deal with the hassle of interacting with people. his not that experiended ass is fucking enamoured by the feeling of and ass or pussy, even if it isn't a real one.

now, konig allways finds himself doing two thing every time he uses one of his fleshlight. a. he moans. like a bitch in heat. he can't help it, it just feels overwhelingly good to have something wrapping tightly around his unexperienced cock. and the fact of finally getting some release. b. he makes messes - yup, mess making perpetrator no. 2 -. spit, precum, lube and cum mixing all together, covering his dick, hands and fleshlight as he fucks himself dumb and slaps his dick all over yhe plastic ass.

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graves 🪦 - the stressed

now, these military men always find themselves stressed out, it's a part of the job. but for graves, said job and the tension that it generates have kept him away for some time now from a real pussy or ass. so a fleshlight is a good alternative, giving him all that he needs to reach some much needed release.

the few occasions he has had enough time to indulge in some pleasure, he's going to make the most of it. alternating slow, sensual deep strokes and fast shallow ones. hands making sure that the fleshlight stays in place as he plunges into it chasing an orgasm and moanig at the sweet feeling of release. he for sure cums deep inside of the plastic masturbator, because it may be plastic, but he loves creampie-ing it the same way he would creampie a real person.

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alejandro 🤠 - the tip teaser

alejandro doesn't strike me as the type of person that would have a proper fleshlight, you know? instead of a piece of plastic that fully engulfs his dick he has one of those quickshot ones. a transparent one at that. it gives him a lot of options, from fully jerking his cock with it to just teasing his tip.

and oh does he love to tease his tip! using that comact masturbator to play with his angry red bulbous tip. pushing just the head in and out, sometimes tilting it to make his dick pop out of the fleshlihgwith a wet noise. and seeing his cock breach into the plastic, dick twitching at the feeling, his stomach spasming from the sensation... he always inevitably cums all over himself, staining his hard shaft, lower hairy stomach, thights and even the quilt.

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