#ghostsoap x male reader

[prismuffin]

so for my bday ficcc i have two ideas

idea number one: male reader is based on my demon oc. basically personality wise they very sassy and flirty. kinda a bitch ass ho. idc who u pair it with imma be real. it could be ghost, soap or or price. or like batman. he summons them n junk

idea number 2:

polycule ghost, soap x male reader. male reader is a smart dumbass. like they’re an airhead all of the time minus work. they’re a colonel but honestly dumb as shit outside of work. obvious as hell.

if u want more ideas i can tell u love u mwahhhhh

A/n: Hey Webbie!! Happy birthday!! (Or late birthday depending on when I get this out) decided to go with option 2 kay? also i didnt know how to end this- fight me-

Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader

( summary: Ghost reflects on how he fell in love with two dumbasses )

Warnings?: swearing, mentions of alcohol, talks of guns and violence, reader being a dumbass

!-!more under the cut!-!

Ghost sighed as he watched you chase Gaz around base. He'd apparently tickled you which you saw as a threat, immediately taking off to get your revenge. Hearing a laugh beside him Ghost turned, seeing an amused Soap who was also watching your silly antics. "Go get 'em sweetheart!" He cheered you on and Ghost groaned. "Don't encourage 'em Johnny," "Why not? This is a funny sight," He smirked, sitting next to Ghost, his head instinctually falling onto the taller mans shoulder. Ghost rolled his eyes as he watched you trip, Gaz stopping to laugh at you. "Oh damn, think he's alright Lt?" Soap asked only to get silence as a response. "Lt?" Ghost had heard him, though he was too busy wondering why he was even with such an airhead anyway. He'd already been dating one headache why did he feel the need to worsen his pain with another.

When he'd first met you he was already with Soap, their relationship being monogamous at the time. Though that was more of a suggestion than set in stone. Maybe it was the fact that the first time he'd met you- you were choking some guy out with the power of your thighs alone that'd intrigued him. Either way you'd easily clicked with Soap after meeting him, and after exchanging war stories and silly jokes with the two men all day they both knew at the end of it that they liked you. Initially, it wasn't going to go anywhere but Soap was the one who suggested adding you to their little relationship. Ghost was hesitant at first, not because he didn't like you but because he wasn't sure if you liked him. You'd obviously liked Soap, romantically or not you both clicked immediately, but for some reason for Ghost it was so hard to read you on your feelings for him. Sure you were polite out of respect but could it ever go deeper than that? He knows sometimes his dark humor can fall flat and his stoic tone doesn't help either. Soap had reassured him that he had a charm that couldn't be beat, but of course he'd say that. You and him clicked so easily, you both told terrible jokes and fucked around when you shouldn't. You both had a mutual love for explosives and beer and karaoke and had this natural bond he could only wish for with you. After talking about it they sort of dropped it for a few weeks but it was clear that Soap had liked you and he could understand why. Especially after what he considers the true turning point for him. It was a pretty normal night on base, everyone asleep in their barracks, everyone except Ghost. He often had nights like these where sleep was the last thing on his mind, memories plaguing his brain as he fought desperately to think of anything else. He would wake up Johnny, tell him about the bad thoughts, but he really needed the sleep after the last mission they'd been on. So he thought to deal with it alone, going into the kitchen to hopefully find a stashed bottle whisky to drown his sorrows for the night. Only upon entering he found you, leaning against the counter, pouring yourself a freshly brewed pot of coffee. You both locked eyes, a mutual understanding flooding you both as you held out the warm pot, asking silently if he'd join you. He, of course, was hesitant but had nothing better to do. So he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and watched as you poured his coffee, black.

You'd both sat in silence for some time before you asked quietly why he was up. He told the truth, nightmares, but didn't go into much detail understandably. You hummed, replying with the same answer when he'd asked you a similar question. Your jokey manner was all but lost in this moment, at least for a second. You'd asked him to talk about his nightmares with you, saying that it'd be better than him just holding everything in all the time. He didn't expect it, but you were so easy to talk to. Just the smallest amount of convincing and he did what you asked. That night you both shared the stories of your nightmares with each other. You comforted him, gave him advice and told him things he definitely needed to hear. Him ranting only got the ball rolling as he found himself sitting on the common room couch with you simply talking about anything and everything, your company in the now silent base was warming. You'd even laughed at his horrid jokes, throwing back a few that he's now added to his growing roster of dark humor. He hadn't felt like this since...well...Johnny. As the sun rose and light cracked through the curtains he couldn't help but feel a little glad that he'd gotten to spend time with you. That night alone showed him he did have a natural connection with you. You understood him in ways he didn't even think you could. He found you also shared his insomnia episodes, his love for dogs and specific guns, his respect of stealth and going at it alone on missions. When he saw Soap later that day he nonchalantly added that he's now considering asking you to join their relationship, and he couldn't help but replicate the smile on Soaps face.

One which he held now.

"Lt?" Soap glanced up at Ghost, noticing the slight crinkle in his eye and the small indent underneath his cloth balaclava. To anyone else he'd look completely normal right now, but Soap knew that those miniscule signs meant that he was smiling. Smiling at you as you groaned on the floor. Closing his eyes, Ghosts shoulders bounced in a silent laugh before he moved to stand, Soap following him with his eyes before realizing where he was going, and moving to go to you too.

Rolling on your back, you huffed, the cold floor on your rear as you stared up at the blinding white flood lights that shone down on you. Only they were blocked by a shadow, then two, the smiling faces of your boyfriends stood over you. "Need a hand sweetheart?" Soaps Scottish accent filled your ears and you couldn't help the small smile that found it's way to your face. Reaching out with both hands you grabbed onto one of each of theirs, laughing as they hoisted you up with ease. You felt Ghost pat your back before his arm wrapped itself around you. Looking at him you noticed the small smile beneath his mask and reciprocated his action, now committing to a full side hug. You just held each other there before Soap joined in, now you held both of your boyfriends in your arms. You rocked back and forth between them, your chase with Gaz momentarily forgotten as you accepted this newer task of being held. Only momentarily though as Gaz came back into view you suddenly remembered what you were doing before this, your glare being set on his form. "Garrick!" You yelled and he ran again, you moved to chase him but the hands of ghost didn't seem to want to let you go. "No you don't, come on, we're leaving." "Awww but Simon come on-" you groaned, "I'm starving." He stated bluntly, practically dragging you away from the scene as Soap laughed at your pouting face, following the two of you to the kitchen. Ghost simply listened as you began ranting about some random show that you and Soap had been watching, allowing you to completely forget about the Gaz thing as you got distracted by your own thoughts again. He watched as you and Soap recounted a particular episode that seemingly got on your nerves as it ended on a cliff hanger, silently smiling once again as he relished in the company of his two idiot boyfriends.

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[gaycragula]

Can I ask a request if you are taking so, like poly! Soap and ghost with male reader where male reader is a another team leader, male reader's rank is higher than them being a Colonel.

So, it has been month where soap and ghost saw male reader because they were in mission after coming back they saw male reader wearing major uniform like male reader is promoted. so soap and ghost decide to give male reader a award. Smut please.

Congratulations, General

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male Reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish Warning: NSFW/18+ content under cut

Warning(s): Higher rank reader, double blow job, biting, poly relationship, semi-public sex in a conference room, overstimulation, safeword, multiple orgasms, threesome, old man knees, boot grinding brrrr, use of sir/general multiple times, Soap is the one in control Word Count: 3686 Account Navigation AO3 Link

Soap slapped your back as he passed behind you, laughing at the sound you made as he stopped at your side. Ghost came up on your other side, rubbing your lower back as they settled in their spots.

“You guys getting ready to go?” You ask, glancing up at Soap. 

“You jus’ can’t wait to get rid o’ us, can ya, Colonel?” Soap groans, leaning into you with a huff.

“Oh shut it,” you smile with a roll of your eyes as you pushed Soap off of you. “I wanted to say goodbye to you before you both left for however long.”

“At least a month,” Ghost chimes in, chuckling at the disappointed look you gave him. 

“We’ll be back before yah know it,” Soap reassures, pressing a short kiss to your temple. “You’ve got your own team to watch out for.”

You sighed quietly as you nodded. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back. I know I’m planned to be here awhile.”

“See? That’s the spirit,” Soap grins, pulling you into a hug. You heard Ghost let out a quiet laugh before he was hugging you as well, pressing the mouth of his mask against the top of your head. 

You’d seen them off plenty of times before. It wasn’t rare that your team was paired with the 141 for missions or what not. You watched as they took off and lingered in the hangar until their helicopter was out of sigh before you returned to the base. 

Ghost and Soap were in for a treat when they got back.

—---

It had been just over a month when they returned from their recon mission. Just about the average time it took. You normally would’ve been in the hangar to meet them but you’d gotten stuck in a meeting with a few captains of teams you were now ‘in charge’ of. You’d been spreading these teams where they were needed and it was taking longer than you would’ve preferred.

You’d thought everyone agreed on where to go and today would be the final discussion, but people were bringing up sudden worries. Frustration racked through you as you repeated yourself for the sixth time in that hour. One of the captains began speaking against you, again, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose as you sat back in your chair. Your uniform suddenly felt too stuffy and you were ready to explode right then. 

You didn’t miss the look of disdain the captain shot you as he spoke and you were quick to wave him away. “We’ll come back to this tomorrow. Tensions are high. We won’t get anywhere like this,” you sigh, capping the pen you’d been using. You stood up, your colleagues following suit. They saluted you before you dismissed them and soon it was just you in the meeting room.

You grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge in the room and held it against your head for a moment before sighing in relief. You sat back down in your chair and kicked your feet up, leaning as far back in the chair as you could without falling out of it. What a fucking shit show.

A knock at the door of the meeting room interrupted your thoughts as you glanced towards the door. “Price,” you hum, readjusting in your chair so you were facing the captain. “What brings you here?”

“You’ve got visitors, General,” Price answers, stepping inside to let Soap and Ghost in. You huffed at the use of your new title before standing up. 

“General?” Soap mumbles, glancing over at you. You assumed he was looking for the medal that came with a rank up. 

“Major General,” you nod with a small smile. 

“What? When?” Soap laughs, walking over to you and running the broad side of his finger over the medal once he found it. 

“Just after you guys left,” you answer. Ghost appeared next to Soap, eyeing the medal for a moment. 

Price had left the room a while ago. You’d heard the door click close behind him and you’re sure no one would be back in anytime soon. It seems Ghost has noticed as well. 

“I think this is call for celebration,” he hums.

Soap hums in agreement and they both looked at you for permission. You let out a short laugh as you nodded. “Whatever you two see fit.”

—--

Both of them were on their knees in front of you. Your jacket had been laid over the back of one of the chairs leaving you in your white undershirt. Ghost had pushed your pants and boxers halfway down your thighs. 

Whatever you had in mind was certainly not what they had in mind. Your face felt hot as Soap jerked you off to get you hard. You were pressed against the conference room table, your hands flat on the table behind you. supporting you. “You okay?” Ghost asks, jerking you from your thoughts.

You nod, letting out a breath as Ghost pressed a kiss to your thigh, his mask pushed up to sit on the bridge of his nose. “I’m okay,” you confirm. “Jus’ caught off guard.”

“Safeword?” Ghost asks. 

You nod. “Pickles?”

Soap chuckles, pressing a kiss to your thigh as he nods. “Pickles it is.” 

Ghost hummed against your thigh, his hands running over your flesh. Your hips jerked when he bit the inside of your thigh and you choked on a moan. You felt Soap press a kiss to the head of your cock, then Ghost’s mouth was at the base of your cock. 

If it weren’t for the fact that the two men were holding your legs, you’re sure your legs would’ve given out on you. Soap took you into his mouth, whatever he didn’t have in his mouth was being kissed, licked, rubbed, and sucked by Ghost. And by god was it good.

Your hand tangled in Soap’s mohawk and he moaned around you. The vibrations it caused made you shiver, your back arching away from the table. A whine tore through your throat as Ghost pressed a firm hand against your waist, pushing you back against the table. 

Soap’s tongue worked magic against you, swirling that sinful thing around your tip. It was then that you’d realized you’d gone the whole time they were gone without getting off. You warned them as such. If anything, it made them move faster, more intentional. 

You were so close already, your breaths coming out as gasps as their mouths moved along your length. Your hips were held in place by Ghost, preventing you from rutting into the warmth of either of their mouths. “Please, please please please,” you pant, begging as you try to overpower the hand. 

Soap gave an amused hum and the vibrations sent you over the edge. 

“Coming,” you gasp. Ghost backed off enough for Soap to force you down his throat, audibly swallowing your spend with a moan. He pulled off of you and you could see the surprise in both of their eyes. You were still achingly hard.

Ghost nudged Soap, the Scotsman standing up and pulling you into a kiss. He swallows the sinful moan you let out as Ghost takes you fully into his mouth. You feel yourself slip down his throat and you curse as he swallows around it.

The overstimulation made you tear up as you pulled away from Soap. Your teeth gritted together, your chest heaving as you watch Ghost suck you off. Soap littered light kisses along your jaw before he was nosing your head to the side to get access to your neck. You allow him to do so though you lose sight of Ghost in the process.

Ghost pulls off of your cock with a pop, a whine escaping you. “Move your foot,” Ghost says, lifting a leg enough for you to slide one of your boots under him. He lowers himself onto it, giving an experimental roll of his hips. “Thank you, sir,” he breathes, pulling you back into his mouth as he sets a slow pace for his hips.

You're shaking above him, sweat beading at your forehead as you try to keep yourself quiet, still aware of your very much public conference room. Soap’s nipping at your neck, one hand laced with yours on the table behind you, the other resting on your tummy just above your pelvis. 

“Can I bite you, sir?” Soap whispers, voice low and husky in your ear. It has your breath catching in your throat and your hips twitch against Ghost’s hand. The Brit growled as he pushed you harder against the table.

“Y’know the rules, Johnny,” you whisper back. They weren’t allowed to leave marks in noticeable places. You preferred they only marked up your legs. Somewhere you could easily cover.

He whined in response, pouting against you. “Jus’ this once?” He begs. You find it in you to roll your eyes.

“Jus’ this once,” you huff. They got away with marking your neck and chest more often than not. Teeth sank into your neck and you curse louder than you’d wanted to. Soap licks around the bite apologetically before grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss that’s more tongue than anything. 

He licks over your lips, no hesitation to push his tongue into your mouth the moment you part them. His hips pressed into your side to alleviate some of the pressure on his cock. “Feel what you do t’me?” Soap growls against your lips. “General?”

Your knee gives out and you fall forward into Ghost who grunts in surprise. Soap presses a hand against your chest, using it to push you back upright. You manage an apology to Ghost who pats your thigh in response. 

Soap has that cocky little smile adorning his face as you regain your footing. “Like it when I call ya that?” He whispers, low and sultry, his lips ghosting over your cheek. He pushes his luck. “Like it when I call ya General?”

You can only nod, eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself getting close to your second orgasm. A shaky hand finds its way to the top of Ghost’s mask, simply resting on it for now. Ghost was rocking down on your boot hard. You could feel the outline of his cock even through your boot. 

You could hear Ghost letting out quiet moans around you and it drove you wild. “Si, I’m close,” you whisper, your head lolling forward for a moment before Soap was pulling it back up.

“Keep yer eyes on Si,” Soap grins, holding your head still as the both of you watch Ghost rut against your boot, your dick disappearing in his mouth. “Takes you s’well doesn’t he?”

Ghost looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes glossed over. “So well,” you nod. Soap’s hand joined yours on Ghost’s head and, much to your surprise, pushed Ghost all the way down your cock with a chuckle.

Ghost swallowed around you and you didn’t even have time to warn him as you folded over, coming down his throat. Your foot raised against his cock in the process and the extra pressure it gave him sent him over the edge. He came with a low growl against you before letting your cock slip from his mouth. 

Your cock was slick with saliva, a mix of it and precum dripping down onto the floor in front of you. “I’m soaked,” you sigh, melting against the table behind you as Ghost stands up. He wipes at the corner of his mouth where drool had gathered before he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips, then turning to give Soap one as well.

For a moment, you think it’s done. Too soon. Soap presses against your hip again, a quiet whine slipping from his lips. “Let me fuck you, sir,” he begs, subtly grinding into your hip. You give an overexaggerated sigh before nodding.

“Go ‘head, Sergeant.”

Ghost chuckles, nudging you forward enough so he can jump up on the table behind you before pulling you up with him. Soap undoes one of your boots, letting it slip off your foot before pushing your pant leg down with it. You readjust yourself, giving Soap better access to your lower half.

Soap gets back on his knees, pulling you closer to the edge before his tongue lathed over your hole. You tensed at the feeling, cursing lowly as Soap started nipping at your thighs. One of Ghost’s hands intertwined with yours across your abdomen, the other rubbing circles into your waist in an attempt to help you relax.

Lips ghosted over your neck and you let out a sigh, baring the sensitive skin to the man behind you. Teeth nipped at your neck before they were sinking into the flesh. You arched away from him with a groan and you felt Ghost smile against you. “Always so good for us, General,” he whispers and you choke on your breath, your dick jumping in interest against your abdomen. 

Soap chuckles from his spot between your legs. “You don’t react this way when everyone calls you general, right?” He teases. 

You huff, “If you want to fuck me, I say you best watch your mouth, Sergeant.”

You pick up the faintest whimper from Soap before he’s lapping at your hole again. You jerk again at the feeling before Ghost is whispering sweet nothings to you, your body relaxing back against him.

His tongue works magic around your cock and it’s no different when he pushes the muscle into you. Your thighs twitch as you let out a low groan, letting your head fall back against Ghost’s shoulder. The Brit busied himself kissing down your jaw, pulling you into short kisses every few moments. 

Soap’s tongue worked you open expertly, his hands digging into the flesh of your thigh to keep your legs from squeezing shut around his head. He added a finger to the mess, bringing a hiss from you at the feeling. Your boot gently connected with his head, a warning. “Warning next time, please.”

His apology is muffled. He didn’t even bother to take his tongue out of you. It brings a quiet chuckle from Ghost, muffled against your neck. Soap’s finger moved at a steady pace, opening you up for a second

A second finger presses against you before it was dipping in with the first. You thanked him, rolling your hips down to grind against his fingers and, subsequently, his face. His fingers went back and forth between crooking into that bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars and scissoring you open. 

You sucked in a breath as a third finger was added. The stretch was unpleasant to say the least. Soap pulled his tongue out, standing up to lean over you. His fingers stilled in you, waiting for you to adjust to them and give him to go ahead to move.

You took a shaky breath in, shifting your hips to test the waters. Even with his spit practically drenching your hole, it took a while for your breathing to return to normal and the pain of the stretch dull. 

“Go ahead,” you nod, moaning as Soap crooks his fingers, just barely missing your prostate. “Prick.”

Soap quirked his eyebrow at you before he pressed himself right against you, his lips just barely brushing over yours. You felt your lip quiver as you kept eye contact with him. A moment of weakness maybe, “Your eyes are gorgeous,” you whisper. 

The smirk he had on his face turned to confusion before a blush formed on his face and he buried his face into your neck. Ghost laughed above you, nudging you up to pull you into a kiss while Soap tried to busy himself stretching you open. He pressed his fingers against your prostate, massaging it until you were clenching down on him with another warning.

His fingers left you empty and you whined against Ghost at the loss. You heard Soap rummaging through his pockets before he pulled a small packet of lube out. “Bastard, you had some the whole time,” you growl, pressing the heel of your boot into his thigh.

“Forgot?” Soap smiles as he pulls your leg back over his hip before undoing his pants enough to pull his cock out.

“As if,” Ghost huffs behind you and you chuckle quietly in response. You lean into him, watching as Soap tears open the lube packet and spreads the contents over his cock. 

Soap lines himself up, one hand pressed against your thigh while the other held his cock steady. He looks up at you and you nod, squeezing Ghost’s hand to brace yourself. 

His tip breached your rim and you keened, legs trying to close around Soap’s waist. Soap cursed, low and gravelly as he slowly inched his way inside of you, stopping whenever you tensed or showed any signs of discomfort. 

You almost sobbed in relief as he bottomed out. Your thighs were twitching almost non-stop and you were having to let breaths out through your mouth. “Ya weren’t lyin’ when ya said ya’d not gotten off,” Soap pants. “Yer tight as all hell.”

You scoff in response, shifting your hips in an attempt to find a comfortable position. A moan racked through your body as Soap’s cock reangled and brushed against your sweet spot. “Oh shit. Right there, Johnny,” you whisper. He simply nods in response, pulling out slowly until just his tip was in before pushing back in at the same pace.

Moans left both of you at the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut. Soap kept that slow pace longer than you appreciated, keeping it going long after you were begging for him to speed up. You clawed at his shoulder with your free hand, guaranteed to leave pretty red marks that you’re positive someone is going to ask about.

Soap pulls you into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth as he picks up the pace, his balls slapping your ass with every thrust in. There’s a strand of saliva connecting the two of you as he pulls back but he’s quick to reach over your shoulder and pull Ghost into a similar kiss.

You busy yourself kissing over Soap’s neck, smiling to yourself before biting just below his jawline. You hear the muffled moan he lets out into Ghost’s mouth and then you’re sucking a mark into the bite. You lean back to admire the mark as Ghost and Soap separate, both panting right next to your ear. 

The sound has you reeling, your dick leaking a sizable glob of precum on the fabric of your shirt. Soap’s hips stutter and you know what’s coming. You move to jerk yourself off but Ghost beats you to it. His hand wraps around the base of your dick and it has you arching away from him with a low moan. 

He jerks you in time with Soap’s thrusts, whispering in your ear the whole time. You’re not able to make much through your pleasurable haze except for the occasional ‘General’ and ‘sir’ he throws in there. It has your heart pumping out of your chest, your inside twitching every time. 

“Can I cum in ya? Ohhh please, sir, please lemme cum in ya,” Soap babbles, leaning in to press his forehead against your neck, his sweat mixing with yours as it drips down your neck. It’s always amazed you how he’s able to switch like that when he’s inside either one of you.

You run your hand through his mohawk, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him back so you can make eye contact with him. “Do you deserve it, Sergeant?” You growl and you see his pupils blow out even more, if that was even possible at that moment.

“I deserve it. Been good, right LT?” He’s rutting into you like a dog, trying to put off his orgasm as long as he can. 

Ghost hums like he’s thinking before he’s pulling you into a slow kiss, the hand on your dick slowing to the same pace. One that goes on for a beat too long with Soap’s whining and begging. “I think he’s earned it.”

You can almost see Soap light up as you give him the go ahead and he gives you a few more hard thrusts before he’s burying himself in you with a whine as he comes. You can feel him fill you up and you’re sure when he pulls out, you’ll be dripping. Ghost brings you to your third release not long after.

You pant as you practically melt into Ghost, using his body to fully support yours. Soap rests his head on your chest as he comes down from his high, hissing as he pulls himself free from you. “Congratulations, General,” he whispers.

You hum, pulling him up to give him a short kiss. “You jus’ wanted an excuse to fuck me.”

Soap chuckles at the accusation, looking at you with those damned puppy eyes. You groan playfully, pushing Soap away from you. “You and those damned eyes.”

Ghost cups your face, pulling you into another kiss before he’s nudging you forward and off the table. You almost stumble forward, Soap catching you as your legs give out below you. Your legs were still shaking and you realized you wouldn’t be getting far without help. “Si, can you carry me to my room?” You groan as Soap redresses you. “Needa shower.”

“Mind if we join you?” Ghost asks, pulling your arm over his shoulder to support your weight. 

“Not at all. I know you need to change for sure,” you tease, nodding down to the dark spot on the front of his pants. You hear him let out a huff of amusement before he was hobbling with you to the doorway. “C’mon Johnny. You comin’ with?”

Soap grabs your jacket off the chair it was draped over before joining the two of you. “Course I am. I’ll never turn down a shower with you two.”

[doggoboigaugau]

Stray dog (Part 7)

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Summary: Male Reader apologizes to Ghost after the incident. The two men confess.

Word count: 1516

Warning: Slight description of violent thoughts.

And here he is. Without the skull mask. The face of the man that has appeared so many times in your dream. Blond hair, long and perfectly curling eyelashes that slightly shadow his brown eyes. A long scar that starts at the corner of his left eyebrow, pretty near to his piercing, and runs down to the corner of his mouth. He looks even prettier than you could ever imagine. But you would never wish that you’ll see his real face for the first time in such a scenario like this. You gulp, trying not to stare at the three red scratches on his right cheek.

“I– I’m sorry…” Finally, you muster enough courage to say the words. Your mind thought of what had brought you here, into this embarrassing situation. You and the first man you’ve ever had a real crush on, Fyodor, met again after years of no contact. You lost yourself and found a place to fall into your old habit of burning your arm with cigarettes. Ghost found out, people started to surround you, and you got mad and attacked him like a rabid dog before running away. Then, Soap showed up in front of your door, and stayed with you in your room for a while, helping you to mentally prepare for this difficult ‘speech’ of apology.

Ghost looks at you, his brown eyes narrow, probably to gauge how sincere you are with your apology. The three scratches on his cheek that no one but you caused during the motion glow so bright to your eyes that it makes you feel even more guilty and horrible than you already were. 

“Y/n, did you know you strip my mask off during that little act of yours? In front of everyone?” Ghost hisses, obviously very angry and disappointed.

You widen your eyes, feeling a lump in your throat as you try to say something. Anything. But you know nothing can fix what you caused. It’s because of you that everyone there has seen Ghost’s face, the thing that he has put effort into to hide from people. 

Soap says, “Look, I’m not trying to underestimate the severity of this situation, but I just wanna say that I did step up and help Ghost to hide his face in time before anyone can have a good look at its prettiness.”

Now Ghost’s burning eyes turn to Soap and the Scottish man chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry… You two continue, I won’t butt in.”

Again, the man of your dream turns his attention back to you, and you have to embarrassingly admit to yourself that he still looks so hot being angry like this. You turn your head slightly to the side with the hope that none of the two men will notice how blushingly red your cheeks and neck have gotten. 

“Look straight in my eyes, Y/n.” The man roars.

Tremblingly, you turn your head back to look him in the eyes as he demands.

“Why did you do that to yourself?” Ghost asks, as he grabs your left arm and lifts it up to emphasize his point. His fingers squeeze around your flesh so tightly that you unknowingly grimace.

“I– I don’t really know…” You stutter. The Brit is furious, his aura is powerful and intimidating, and you can do nothing but shrink in his raged presence. 

“You don’t know? YOU DON’T KNOW??” Simon grits each word through his teeth.

Tears brim in your eyes again, “I don’t know! Alright? It’s just… I just felt this burning anger inside my body, my stomach, and I wanted to… do something… to hurt someone! I wanted to punch someone really hard in the face multiple times! And then when they fell to their knees, I’d kick them really hard in the face. Then– then I’d peel their skin off! But I cannot hurt anyone but myself, so I did it! I burnt my arm and it made me feel better!”

Simon stares blankly at you, saying nothing but breathing heavily. Soap observes you two carefully, his eyes move between you and Simon.

You expect Simon to scream back at you, calling you ugly names, like a failure, a monster, a psychopath, a liability, or just a crazy, unloveable dog. But all his reaction is a surprisingly soft, trembling voice, “This is the first time you’ve ever opened up to us…”

Your big puppy eyes widen again at the man, as never in your dream would anyone respond this way to such bloody, concerning words.

“W-what?”

“I said, this is the first time you’ve ever opened up to us.” The man ‘kindly’ repeats the sentence for you, and Soap almost bursts out laughing. The Scot is notorious for laughing in unfitting circumstances.

“Well, actually he opened up to me just a few minutes ago.” Soap jokes.

“Shut up, Soap.” Simon rolls his eyes annoyedly. 

“Sorry, sorry…” Soap giggles and then does the ‘zipping’ motion across the line of his mouth to indicate that he won’t butt in again and he’s serious this time.

“Y/n, why is it so hard for you to open up? To trust us?” Simon proceeds, his brown eyes glittering in the dim sunlight that manages to pass through many layers of blinds into his own dark room as if he’s crying. But he is not, because there is no tear. 

Seeing that you’re not replying, he pries further, “Why??”

It’s quite ridiculous to think that it turns out Simon is the one who has this kind of talk with you. About ‘Why don't you just open up?’. Admittedly, no one will expect this seemingly emotionless man under that legendary skull mask and with the thickest shell ever to be forcing this conversation onto you. You thought he must’ve known why. You thought you two are somewhat similar, and he’ll understand why you do the things you do. Two wounded children who have to spend a lifetime trying to find ways to ease the pain engraved so deeply in their souls. He should’ve known…and helped you to avoid opening up about it. Instead, unfortunately, he’s here, making you pour your heart out.

“Alright! I’ll tell you why!” You shout, and the mountain of a man flinches, obviously not expecting you to be so harsh, “I’m just– not really good at maintaining relationships, OK?” Your brain starts playing tricks on you again, as Fyodor’s face pops so vividly inside your mind, along with the memories between you and him, and between you and some other people whom you wish things could’ve been different… 

“I don’t understand how relationships work. I don’t understand how other people do it so easily. I don’t know, they just… they send each other stupid messages, stupid little jokes and memes, and then they hang out with each other,... I try to do the exact same things as them, but still I can’t. Everything that has me in it is just meant to end sooner or later. No matter how much effort I put into a relationship, it still ends in one way or another. It’s just– I’m just– different.” You stop to catch your breath. It feels like your heart can jump out of your ribs at any moment now and it’s hard to breathe. Then, you realize your vision is blurry, and that you’ve been crying this whole time.

Simon is silent for a while, before speaking again, “So… you don’t believe any relationship will work for you, so you just don’t open up to avoid…”

“Attachment.” You say. Breathlessly. “I will never be who I want to be.”

“What do you mean?” Simon is right in front of you. You two are so close now that you can feel the heat of his body radiating around you, as if it’s wrapping you up in the warm cloth of a blanket. He lifts his hand and wipes your tears rolling down on your rosy cheek with his rough thumb.

“I want to be…a happy, humorous, and likable person. Someone who can crack funny jokes. Someone with a positive and attractive aura. Someone who can make people immediately like them and want to be around them. Someone who has a lot of friends, knows a lot of people,... Someone is able to give love in return…”

“I’m pretty sure you’re already such a person.” Simon speaks gently, his voice is soft and warm.

“No. It’s just a facade. A mask. The truth is I’m a despicable person filled with ugly thoughts and jealousy.” You shake your head.

“What’s so fun wishing to be someone else?” Soap suddenly speaks up after being silent and observing you two for so long. He moves closer to you too, and now you realize you’re being cornered by both of the men. As you instinctively take a few steps back to maintain a ‘safe’ distance, the Scot smirks dangerously, amused at how scared you appear to be and how your adorable puppy eyes nervously dart between him and Simon.

“We love you for who you really are.”

*

To be continued... (Our men finally confess...)

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[dervampireprince]

ASMR | COD - Ghost x Listener SFW Ghost's Angry You Disobeyed An Order

[M4A] [Established relationship] [Injured listener] [TW: it's a soft spoken audio but Ghost is angry, mentions of you almost dying] [Kissing]

Based on a Patreon request. Olivia Ozmun asked "In light of finding out that Ghost audio hasn't been requested, I would love an audio where listener has a close call out on the field and subsequent Ghost freakout."

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[silaslich]

Lich Masterlist

• Lich, mid 20s, they/her

• My works are 18+ only, minors DNI or you will be blocked

• My AO3 - silaslich

• Usually writing for Simon “Ghost” Riley but I’m known to dabble (Ghoap, John “Soap” Mactavish)

• All my works are tagged under #lichwrites

Requests - [ OPEN ] [COD, RDR]

Will write ✅ - • smut • gore • fluff • headcanons • angst • m/m, f/f, m/f, m/m/f • most kinks (if I feel like my writing can do it justice) • one shots • dddne

Won’t write ❌ - • pregnancy • alpha/omega • r*pe • heavy age gap • y/n

Feel free to drop it in the asks box!

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Cold bones - it’s been a while since you’ve seen Simon. You pay him a visit. [short drabble, gn!reader]

In a grave so we feel safe - just as you think your life can’t get any worse, Simon Riley shows up at your place. [smut, afab!reader, dubcon, substance abuse, violence, Ghost is not a nice dude]

Choices have consequences - you take your team to Germany to assist the 141. Ghost takes a bullet. [gn!captain!reader]

Comfort in my sins - Simon can’t make his feelings for you clear and you grow frustrated. One night seems to change all of that. [amab!reader, 18+, smut, bottom ghost, anal, cum eating]

Smoked out, only seeing - you take yourself to a local pub randomly one night and have a chance encounter with a stranger. You find yourself waiting for him. [afab!reader, smut, car sex]

Whispers to cold flesh - Ghost and Soap get separated and Ghost seeks refuge from the snow storm in an abandoned house. Just when he thinks he’s alone, he finds you there - bleeding to death. [gn!reader, blood, death ideation, angst]

Words that melt in your mouth - Simon is finally home, you show him how that makes you feel. [afab!reader, smut, 18+]

Oh, in my blood - Dealing with Johnny’s death also means dealing with the guilt of seeing Ghost. [gn!reader, angst, character death, illusions to self harm]

If it hurts to breathe, open a window - Following the first mission with Soap in mw2. You meet Ghost for the first time, he’s different to the stories you’ve been told. [gn!reader, heavy plot, no smut, follows canon, injury/death/blood, canon typical violence, plane crash]

Anon requests - Ghost eats pussy | Religious guilt

Ghost x Soap x F!reader

I’m only human, can’t you see? - after a close call the adrenaline runs high, Soap stumbles across a pretty sight. [smut, noncon voyeurism, 18+]

Absolve me of my sins, won’t you? - Johnny gets a taste of what he missed out on at the safe house. [smut, threesome m/m/f, blowjob, masturbation, face-fucking, bondage]

John “Soap” Mactavish

Oh, reckless abandon - After you and Johnny cross the threshold of taking things beyond friendship, things only seem to get better. [f!reader, smut, fluff, established relationship]

Change in the currents and tide - John takes you home for the holidays and it only solidifies your nagging feeling that you no longer love Johnny just as a friend. [f!reader, smut, fluff, friends to lovers]

[9-istol]

— MERRY CHRISTMAS !!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone! I just wanted to wish everyone one last amazing holiday whether you celebrate Christmas or not.

As well as list the Christmas specials I made this year! For anyone who doesn’t know, they’re all MLM and fluff! Please enjoy! ✩

See work links below . . .

⤷ Christmas Cheer ⋆ John Price x M!Reader !! ❞

The Task Force 141 goes on leave for the holidays, and they decide to celebrate it with each other on Christmas Eve. Heading to a lovely pub in England. And as Price awaits for his boys, a bartender with an elf hat catches his eye.

⤷ Trembling Across the Ice ⋆ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x M!Reader !! ❞

Kyle and his loving boyfriend go ice skating together. Per his boyfriend’s request even if Kyle does have end up having trouble with standing on the ice. But don’t worry, his boyfriend his here to teach Kyle how to stay standing!

⤷ It’s Just Us ⋆ Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” Mactavish !! ❞

Task Force 141 is left out at a safe house on Christmas Eve. It’s sad that they couldn’t make their flights home, but instead, the four men spend Christmas together.

Hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

[story-blues]

In my opinion, Simon would be SO soft for his partner.

He’s lived through abuse, torture, war, and everything in between. He thought Simon Riley died, along with anything soft and good that hadn’t been beaten out, when he became Ghost. He made himself into an unfeeling, soulless weapon. He thought that was all that was left.

But he was wrong. Oh, how wrong he was.

His partner showed him that. Gave Simon a reason to climb out of his grave and force Ghost aside.

He knew he didn’t deserve them, not even close, but he would try.

[broken-glass-puppet]

Hello! Can I request a ghost x ftm reader (if you don’t do trans male reader then just male reader is fine!) :D

ftm readers are good too, since im a trans dude

Ghost x FtM reader

my man doesn't care about your gender, he would love you even if you where a worm

if someone missgenders you or dares to use your dead name he will fight them, silently watching them with a intimidating look, if looks would kill his surely could

if you use a binder he will remind you of taking it off and relax your muscles

if you are in HRT he will help if you don't like it doing it alone

kisses every inch of your body when you have dysphoria or just felling insecure

will call you 'his handsome man' just to see your happy face and your smile

''nah im not gay, but my boyfriend is''

he loves your top surgery scars, he likes to trace them, kiss them, look at them, he just thinks they are so beautiful

if you want to do a step forward to sexual touches he will take it slow just to see you happy

''good boy'' ''handsome boy'' ''my sweet boy'' is what he likes to call you when you two are alone, in public is more of ''baby'' ''honey'' but nothing too romantic

in your period? he has heating pads, your favorite snacks + ice cream, your back hurts? he has pillows, your belly hurts? he will rub it gently, you are dizzy? chamomile would help a bit, he will put on your favorite show/movie or anything while he plays with your hair

[octopiys]

Uischefhuaraithe

(a sneak peek)

Uischefhuaraithe: The feel of coolness that you find only within water. The push and pull that the current ebbs into your very being, chills you not to the touch, but to the core. The calm of the shore, versus the thrash of the waves. A gentle stream against the rapids of a long flowing river. A quiet mind, a still body. Long before, and long after, the feeling exists, flowing like fallen rain through a hand. The word originates in Irish, a Celtic word, with no proper one worded definition. Later than now, poets will use this word as a feeling, a description of something they know not how to explain. Perhaps, one day, they’ll use it in songs. Or the word will be lost in time. For now, it is not a feeling, not a mindset. It is not a concept. It is nothing more than a word, in the literal sense. Isn’t it wonderful how words can change to mean so much more?

Potential. 

According to a particular knight of the royal guard, the Prince has none. Kyle Garrick, as we would refer to this knight, has been a part of the guard since he was none but a squire, a trainee. A sword thrust into his hand, greatness pushed upon his shoulders. He would be nothing more than a painting, buried beneath dust and time, when the far future comes, but now, he is flesh and blood. He is warm, and real, and kind. He is human, as most things are. As human as they come. He has never been so alive. 

Ser Garrick despises this prince. Despite the few months of difference in age, the prince is immature. He is selfish, and pampered, and arrogant. He doesn’t fight, in a kingdom that has been built upon war, he doesn’t learn, in a kingdom that is prized for its education, and he most certainly doesn’t hunt, not for one who must learn to provide. He is everything that a prince should not be. He is warm, and real, and flesh, and blood. He is human. He is you. 

He has never been so alive. 

Here's a sneak peek of something I've been working on!!! This is going to be a... well, kind of an enemies-to-lovers starring male/masc!reader/Kyle Garrick. It takes place in a universe similar to ttfoor, time period wise, (medieval era, historically accurate, with a few tweaks).

There's a lot more that happens under the surface than from what Gaz seems from his role as the prince's knight, and it takes him a hot minute to figure it out. I've never written an enemies to lovers before but I'm really excited!!!!

[gaycragula]

Call of Duty Masterlist

Account Navigation Request Info

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Smut- Interrogation- M!Reader Fluff- Warmth of the Sun and a Ghost- M!Reader Smut- You're Ours- M!Reader Smut- Congratulations, General- M!Reader

Captain John Price

Smut- Another Sleepless Night- M!Reader Smut- Good Morning, Lad- M!Reader Fluff- Early Morning Kisses- GN!Reader Fluff- Massages- M!Reader

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson

Smut- Roach My Beloved- M!Reader Angst/Fluff- Alive- GN!Reader

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Smut- Late Nights- M!Reader Fluff/Angst- Reunion- GN!Reader ('09 Ghost) Fluff- Warmth of the Sun and a Ghost- M!Reader Smut- You're Ours- M!Reader Fluff- Spiderman Kisses- M!Reader Smut- Congratulations, General- M!Reader

König

Fluff- Falling in Love with König- GN!Reader Smut- Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard.. Man- M!Reader Smut- Inside- M!Reader

Task Force 141

Fluff- Refound Family- M!Reader (Platonic/paternal) Fluff/Angst- Lost and Found- M!Reader (Platonic) Fluff- Lead the Way, Private- M!Reader (Platonic/paternal) (Pt 2 to Refound Family)

Phillip Graves

Smut- Go Fuck Yourself Graves- M!Reader

[coyote-cowboy-2628]

Welcome to my blog ig?

You can call me Cyrus, Coyote, or cowboy, it doesn’t matter to me. Please keep in mind that I am an ADULT but I do not search for anything weird on this app, any weird or sexual behavior towards me will get you blocked immediately.

Characters I will write for (or try to at least!)

Logan Walker

Keegan Russ

Simon Ghost Riley

David Hesh Walker

Captain John Price

John Soap Mactavish

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Phillip Graves

König

Joel Miller

Thomas Merrick

Gabriel Rorke

Ajax

Tommy Miller

Dallas Winston

Ponyboy Curtis

Johnny Cade

Steve Randle

Sodapop Curtis

Darrel Curtis

Two-Bit Matthews

I will probably refrain from writing for anything that is not Call of Duty, The outsiders, or TLOU based!

I will NOT write female reader, Afab, or any female aligned stories.

I WILL write Trans!Masc, Male Reader, amab, and masculine readers. Gender-fluid included.

I don’t really care if any females want to interact, just don’t make a big deal about reading my (mostly gonna be smut) stories. It will be weird if I have a woman commenting on my male aligned posts.

Other than that..uh—Hi! My name is Cyrus, people call me Coyote. (Rather not reveal my actual age but I’m over 18!)

I’m a guy that goes by he/him pronouns

Please do not interact on my smut posts if you are under 18. In my non smut stories they are all 16+. You may follow me though, I don’t have a problem with that as long as you don’t do anything weird🫶

18+ plus people, LGBTQ community, trans people, are all welcomed with open arms, welcome to the cowboy family:) feel free to make requests and suggestions for any stories for posts in the future. I will try my best to stay active and respond to all the ones I do get.

Also, if you’re a regular anon—you may submit your legacy here by referring to yourself as emoji’s or phrases. Example: -❤️ anon- at the end of your ask/request!!

And remember, if you want me to try and write a fic based on a character I don’t already have in my list above, please share! I will try my damn best!!

That’s about it. Any suggestions on stories I will take!

[doggoboigaugau]

Stray dog (Part 6)

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Summary: Soap goes to see Male Reader after the incident between him and Ghost.

Word count: 2033

Warning: none.

You know you’ve fucked up. Losing control over your own actions and unleashing your emotions on your L.T. in front of everyone. Now you’ll be seen as a liability. If they’re kind enough, they may cross your name out of the upcoming mission and will take care of you later after the mission is over, and if not, they can get rid of you, making you transfer elsewhere and then you will have to start from scratch again, trying to build relationships with new faces while coping with the strange circumstances. Not that you are anything near as close with the other men of the 141 as they are to each other, but at least they’ve been around you enough to understand you to a certain extent and will let you have a leeway occasionally with the meetings or the paper works when they notice you’re not really OK for those seemingly effortless errands. With new people? You probably will have to shut your mouth and forget about your own emotional needs pretty usually so as not to be the center of disdain and labeled as an incompetent outcast.

As these thoughts run through your mind like midnight trains that seemingly carry with them the hope and dream of a lone onlooker into the pitch darkness, you sit in your room, door is locked, all windows are closed shut, with hands covering your face. You dread the thought of having to adapt to a new environment with new people so much that you think if the worst-case scenario ever happens, you will just end it all to save yourselves from further suffering and your stupid, unrealistic expectations. 

What kind of expectations specifically? Well, you’ve never created a positive impression on any other teams before the 141 since you’re always that timid, reversed, and obviously mentally struggling pathetic wet blanket that stayed in the corner every meeting. No one wanted to talk to you or spend their precious leisure time with you because no one wanted to waste their time on a depressed little shit, or get heavily attached to by a crybaby that demanded their attention 24/7 or else he’d think he was worth nothing to them. Therefore, whenever you received the news that you’d be transferred to a new team, you always expected a new chance to be a different person. You would always try to muster all your courage and all the…qualities closest to extroversion inside you (if it ever exists) with the hope that this new team could be different. You would present them with a more optimistic, outgoing, and attractive picture of yourself, and they would remember to include you in everything, like some silly card games, some sparring bets, or simply just listing your name along with theirs when they plan to do something. You thought the feeling of loneliness and isolation that you used to feel among your old teammates would end. You thought you would stop feeling so invisible. 

Technically, you do achieve these things while being with the 141, although you’re still the depressed, pathetic boy that refuses to open up for fear of your expectations not being lived up to; it’s your coping mechanism: you’d rather have nothing after all than risk being hurt. The 141 consists of kind and considerate men; they all have their secret, traumatic background stories so they understand that sometimes you need your time alone to process your own emotions without even having to know the exact reasons why; they always include you in everything they do, and it warms your heart every time they call out your name and insist on you going with them to different places. Still, one problem persists though, which is the inevitable fact that you have grown so attached to them that you feel impossible to ever have to leave. Even the thought of it makes your heart sink and your stomach lurch. It makes you feel physically sick. What’s worse is you probably mean nowhere near as significant to them as they are to you, which is a truth you cannot escape but still try so hard to ignore.

It was about some hours after the incident when someone knocked on your door. You try to stay as quiet as possible, even going as far as holding your breath so that whoever is on the other side of the door will think you’re not inside or you’re sleeping and will go away. 

“I know you’re inside, and I know you’re not sleeping, Y/n.”  Soap says with an unusually stern voice.

You groan loudly and stand up. Upon opening the door, you’re greeted with the sight of a big, angry Scottish man crossing his arms in front of his chest, his arm muscles stiffening. Apparently, he is here because of the stuff between you and Ghost. A thought suddenly crosses your mind, as you wonder what it would feel like if you also had someone who cared about you that much. It must feel nice. You think despairingly to yourself, though on the outside, you still keep that expressionless face before Soap.

“What do you want?” 

“What do I want?” Soap scoffs, “Do you realize the dire situation you’re in right now?”

“Of course I do, you think I’m an idiot?” You grimace, feeling the indignation building up inside you again while the jealousy is burning your organs.

“Then why did you ask me that question?” Soap almost screams at your face.

Something suddenly snaps inside you, and you growl like a hurt animal, “YOU ALL WILL KICK ME OUT ANYWAY, SO WHY BOTHER?”

The Scott is obviously taken aback by your emotional explosion, his eyes widen and he takes one step back, “What do you mean by…kicking you out?”

“What’s else besides kicking me out of this team? Isn’t it obvious?” Your chest rises and falls noticeably as you feel like a combination of violent emotions is choking your throat. Anger, jealousy, despair, regret, hopelessness,... the worst-case scenario is so close to stopping being a scenario as you are actively making it truly happen. You scoff at yourself when the Scott is still trying to come up with the right words, a term that you despise so much suddenly pops up in your mind. Self-fulfilling prophecy. You despise that term with all your heart because you feel like whoever coined it and whoever uses it is blaming you, the person who has suffered so much in the past and is the victim of his own circumstances, for not being able to break the cycle yourself. How can anyone expect a deeply wounded soul to save itself? How can they expect right from the start that the soul knows how to achieve such a feast? 

“Y/n…we’ve never planned to kick you out…” Soap carefully speaks with his softest voice possible, aware that acting impulsively right now will probably result in catastrophic consequences that can never be undone.

“It’s either today or some day in the future. It’s inevitable.” You coldly say.

“Why? Why are you so sure that we’ll get rid of you sooner or later?” Soap asks, clearly puzzled by your certitude. 

“BECAUSE I’M REPLACEABLE!” You scream again, this time your heart feels like it’s being ripped open by all the overwhelming emotions which have been bottling up inside you ever since you, as a little boy, became known of what loneliness was. All the questions ‘why no one wants to play with me?’, ‘why am I always alone?’, ‘what do they have that I don’t?’,...‘what is wrong with me?’ and all the memories of how you always stood from far away, watching the kids laughing and playing with each other, or when you were on the street getting to your destination, and you suddenly stopped just to look at a group of young people sharing with each other about their normal days and talking about the new cool song they came across on a social app. The feelings that dominated your senses at those time are hard to describe. They are a mix of jealousy because you knew those people had what you’d never have, despair because you realized who you inherently were was the reason why you’re never meant for such relationships, hopelessness because you had come to terms with that loss, and, strangely, nostalgia. Nostalgia because you used to be in a couple of relationships that could’ve become the same as theirs, like what was going on between you and Fyodor, and you missed those feelings. You missed the touch, the care, and the fire. You missed the person you could’ve become.

“I am replaceable, alright? It has always been like this! Always! I’m nothing to any of you. I’ve always been nothing to every. Fucking. One!” Before you know it, tears are welling up in your eyes and your tough, emotionless facade collapses in front of Soap, revealing the broken, sensitive, and wounded boy behind. You collapse on the floor as well, your legs and one of your arms support to prevent you from hitting yourself against the cold cemented surface, while your other arm cover your shameful face as you cry like a baby in front of one of the greatest soldiers of the base. 

“Just go.” You say between your pathetic cries as you try to swing your door shut when still crawling on the floor. 

To your surprise, however, the man grabs the door to prevent you from closing it, he does this with so much force that the veins bulge on the back of his hand.

“What the–?”

“Listen to me, Private Y/n.” Soap grunts through his clenched teeth. “We have never thought of you that way. You’re not replaceable to us. You. Are. Important, alright? We can never get rid of your ass because we love you so much, like a real family. Am I understood??”

You looks up at the angry Scottish with your widened brown eyes, still the same innocent, puppy eyes that followed his every step when you’re first transferred to the base of the 141. Soap looks at those eyes and immediately the rage ignited inside him dies out. How can he be angry at you? How can he be angry at those eyes? The man kneels down and pulls you into a big embrace. His warm, large hand rub your back and you can feel his heart beats wildly as your chests touch each other. 

“This is how you have been feeling all this time?” Soap asks, his voice rumbles. You flinch a little as his warm breath tickles the sensitive skin on your neck. It feels so strange to be this close to someone.

“This is how you felt that night, after we arrived at the base from the bar? When you stood alone in the parking lot? When you spent the whole day training without eating? This is how you feel all the time with us?” 

You cannot reply. Instead, you are clinging on to him as if you’re clinging for your dear life, screaming into his shoulder. Your fingers sink deeply into his clothes, wanting to make use of any other ways to release the powerful tensions within yourself besides screaming your heart out.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you feel this way. It’s okay, I’m here now, baby. I’m here now.” Soap keeps pouring sweet words of solace and affirmation into your ears as you let all of the suppressed emotions out. Both of you know that this isn’t the end, your pain and deep-seated traumas will not be magically healed right after this embrace just because you finally have the courage to talk about it with someone. But it is enough for now. Soap is proud of you. He is proud because, either deliberately or not, you have decided to open up. Maybe getting help wasn’t what you thought you’d gain when you screamed words deep inside your heart to him a few moments earlier, but this presents a new beginning, a beginning to a life where you believe that you can actually have what you thought you’d never have. And you deserve it. All of it.

To be continued... (dang, when will I be able to finish this?)

Taglist: @justdawn @killmeprettypleasee @livelaugh-light @therealppboy @arthurmorgansballsack @redjeanjacket @gay-as-hell-blog @b0g-b0y @somothegraffitiartist @kodasstar @teippirulla @aphroditeslovr @peter-the-pan @wvandahoe @c0nny3917 @talia-the-gemini

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Call of Duty - Ghost - Call of Duty - Ghost x Listener SFW Ghost Pets His Good Puppy

[M4A] [Pet regression/pet play/puppy play] [SFW but has flirting and suggestive dialogue] [Established relationship] [Praise] [Head scratches]

It's been too long since Ghost was here, it's because no one's been requesting him but I was missing him so he's here anyway.

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Custom audio commissions are open! Full spicy audios on sound gasm and Patreon. Downloadable versions, exclusive  spicy audios and Discord on Patreon. I also stream on Twitch 3 times a week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit my audios and videos]

[ltghxst]

one question- how to speak in a british accent? i should be embarrassed cus i litterally grew up in a family which has a heavy british accent except for me.. my accent is like- AMERICAN

*Ghost looks at you in utter disbelief, just staring and pondering your stupidity. He frog blinks after zoning out for a minute in disbelief at your question.*

How to speak in a british accent-?? Mate ive got no clue I was born here. I just have it.

[jadenisdead]

YESSS

streamer bfs ghost and soap

ghost who does faceless, minimal talking gaming streams. sometimes watch parties if there’s something interesting (and non-copyrightable). who at most has maybe a couple hundred viewers, but even then that’s a rare number. and who only ever raids soap because duh.

then his viewers being in for a surprise, expecting more quiet, only to be met with a very talkative soap, who usually has a million and one things going on but somehow manages to make it work. who will do drawing streams or gaming or cooking or just about anything requested of him (within reason). who sometimes has a mysterious figure in the background of his face-cam but seldom acknowledges it, even on the rare occasion that said figure wanders up and wraps their arms around soap’s shoulders, face remaining carefully out of frame.

and despite soap garnering a larger following, he almost always only raids ghost, too. and while they’ve never stated anything explicit, haven’t even really acknowledged one another on stream beyond a just sending you guys over—the viewers speculate. whether they’re friends, dating, if it’s just a coincidence. it’s fun.

idk. just streamer au ghoap :)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Would you do another Clark Kent X top!male reader with a scent/ musk kink?

Something like both the reader and Clark are kryptonians and scent is really important and strong for them. They’re having their like first time from being away from each other in a while and Clark goes feral for the readers smell.

Thanks for your consideration :)

Clark Kent x kryptonian male reader

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This took like three times as long as normal to write. This is also loosely inspired by this toecurlingly delicious ghostsoap fic I read the other day. Also, kryptonian headcanons be upon ye.

Theres no actual in hole action in this and its shorter than normal cuz Im trying out kryptonian words, so I’ll add a translation under the cut.

Zughozh = war suit, armor

Zrhymin = spouse, masculine

Zhao = romantic love, lust

Ugahn = mission, task, job

Usemehd = longing, craving

Vahn = passive form, to smell or sniff

Kolir = to touch or feel

Jurim = Skin

Wailagehd = satiation, fullness, wholeness

Shom = fire

Ehvahn = Active form, to smell or sniff

Eul = God

Eurredhuhs = shrine, church, temple

Zrhueiao = beautiful, appealing

The mechanical door barely shut behind the two of you before you were all over one another, hands grabbing at fabric and tearing, teeth biting, tongues licking, growls and purrs leaving the strange piece of biology your species possess in their throat and chest. A loud trilled noise leaves Clare as you tear the fabric of his Zughozh and dig your thumbs into the spot under his pecs, where humans have their solar plexus.

Clarks knees buckle like wet tissue paper as you massage at his sunspot, an organ settled in the same area as the solar plexus on humans, an area that stores the extra radiation you gather from the sun that isn’t used to sustain or give you power. Normally it means nothing, but between Zrhymin who share a deep zhao, the meaning it deeper, as the organ grows sensitive in response to one’s other half and their presence.

A long time has passed since you two have been together, separated by Ugahn, as your duties as heroes fill your lives so deeply. But it doesn’t stop the two of you from feeling the deep Usemehd for the others Vahn and Kolir, to rub and lick the heavy scents and musk off one another’s Jurim and make it part of oneself. You were less effected, as you had stayed on earth as Clark was away on his mission, giving you the ability to return to the fortress of solitude or your shared home to take in Clark’s scent and musk.

But Clark had had no one but himself for all this time, leaving him feeling empty and lacking Wailagehd, his inner most needs and cravings left longing and aching. Even as he would lay awake at night pleasuring himself to the thought of you, of your scent, of your strong musk, and the pheromones you carried that set him on shom. Even as he keened into the night, making himself finish over and over, always left lacking and empty without you there to purr at him, to touch him and rub your essence all over his Jurim.

Maybe it was because of your higher caste, born of a higher evolved stage of kryptonians, that left your scent so addicting to Clark. Left him feeling like an addict huffing your laundry and used towels as he jerked himself off, feeling like some kind of pervert. But the way you reacted similarly to his own scent, and how you were quick to spread his legs, or bend him over whatever surface present, told him you craved him just as deeply.

But the separation had left Clark so deeply Usemehd, that you found him collapsing to his knees, his strong grip tearing your Zughozh with a level of desperation and neediness you had so rarely seen from your Zrhomin. His face was quickly buried in the crevice between your thigh and your torso, Clark making sure to inhale and Ehvahn your very essence, his hands massaging and rubbing at you as if worshipping you like some type of Eul in a Eurredhuhs.

As your fingers run through Clarks curls, trying to pull him back so as to kiss him, your Zrhomin growls, his eyes cracking open just a smidge to glare at you with glowing red eyes. His lip pulls back just enough to show off his sharper canines, his action only causing soft laughter to leave you as you pull him closer to your body, letting him indulge himself as deeply as he wants.

His worship makes you throb, hard and leaking, something that only strengthens your musk and smells, which only seem to work Clark even harder. The steady drip drip drip you can hear between Clark’s thighs tell you he is just as soaked, his cum soaking through his boxers and onto the floor in a puddle, just from touching you alone.

He is Zrhueiao between your thighs, nose burying deeper into your crevices and musk filled areas, his wet tongue and mouth leaving you slick and heady, the guttural purrs passing your lips matching his own. Before the night is over, you will have covered Clark in all you are, as will he to you, and though only other kryptonians would be able to smell, it will settle something deep and primal in the both of you.