#john soap mctavish x male reader

[cristaq]

Hehe more M!Reader x Captain John Soap MacTavish!! (Established relationship and based on Soap’s canon obsession with training)

You two always spend PT together. Sparing, lifting weights or simply jogging, people always see the two of you up to something.

After one hour of intensive training, both of you are drenched in sweat, but Soap proposes on final exercise. “Up for some bench presses? I'll spot for you.” he says, as he takes his shirt off. Light bounces off the sweat like sunlight dancing on a river's surface, highlighting his toned muscles. 

You mouth waters immediately but two can play this game. You nod in response, take off your shirt and fling it towards him with a wink. Oh he is staring alright…

You place a towel on the bench and lay down, positioning yourself under the bar: arched back, straight wrists, stone hard abs. Good form. Soap is right behind it, his crotch dangerously close to your face, but you try your best to ignore it. You lift the bar and try to avoid his gaze to keep your focus. After 5 repetitions, Soap places one hand on the middle of the bar and puts most of his weight on it.

“Seemed a bit too easy for you, big guy.”

You scoff at the gesture but of course you are up for the challenge, especially when you see his smug face bent over you. Your muscles burn and your arms start shaking from the extra weight but you manage to do one rep and pause to catch your breath with your arms fully extended.

“Good lad! Now, let’s go till failure!” You let out an exhausted groan but you keep going until your chest refuses to contract anymore, with Soap cheering for you.

He helps you place the bar on the support and you just lay there dizzy and panting from the effort. He is still leaning over you, arms placed on the bar. Some sweat droplets formed on the tips of his hair and chin rain down on your face and lips, driving you crazy. Soap is not doing any better considering the view he has, if you are to judge him by his bulge and his smitten smirk. You provoke him further by licking that sweat off your lips.

“How did I do?” You ask. 

“Pretty good…” he breathes heavily, like he is the one that just did the presses. His musk is intoxicating and combined with the lightheadedness caused by the effort you might just pass out.

“I hate to get you up from there, but I think it’s my turn.”

He didn’t get his turn at bench presses because you drag him out of the gym like you are possessed. He does get his turn at hip thrusts though.

[fortheb0ys]

Bit of a prenap ramble...

I'm just imagining being the barracks bunny for the 141. Bunch of stressed out men with ALOT of needs to fulfill.

They pull you aside and get you to fuck them anywhere and everywhere. Showers, offices, military vehicles. There's been numerous times that get you to fuck them one by one in the aircraft back to base as the others watch in lustful awe as they jerk themselves.

Soap a bit more needing than the rest. The mission reports bearly touch before he's palming himself through his pants. He's already came once or twice before you reach his room. He'd milk you dry as you fuck into the early hours of the morning.

Ghost doesn't like to admit he likes the attention you give him. The way the burdens he feels melt away with each of your touches. You're one of the very few that are lucky to see his face yet alone to see his face completely fucked stupid.

Ghost and Soap, an otherwise close duo, fighting over who gets to be fucked first. The argument ending with your tongue deep in Soap's ass and Ghost riding your dick, them making as they do so.

Gaz on the other hand is a bit reserved to ask. It'll take till the stress boils over till he's begging. You treat him like the perfect man he is. Gentle and sweet. His eyes nearly tearing up as you lay soft kisses along his gorgeous body.

Price is a work first, fuck later kinda guy. You're moreso the one getting impatience for sex. He'd cockwarm as he does his paperwork, occasionally tightening his walls around when you get antsy. As a reward for a mission well done, you get to fuck your beloved captain on his desk.

[thegnomelord]

aaaaomg... the response to my ask (i was the shark person lad) is so good :DD it got my brain bouncing around in my skull like a bouncy ball cause i love sharks and the 141 monster au

imagine an oceanic whitetip shark merman (i did mention whitetips a few times in my past ask, they're one of my favorite sharks) being in tf141 with the boys. whitetips are known for being one of the more aggressive sharks and some of the strongest in the ocean. like dragons, whitetips are prideful and stubborn in nature. they also tend to be on the larger end of merfolk, having muscular and tanky bodies to support their natural aggression. whitetips tails especially are strong so they can swim fast enough to keep up with prey - so their legs are naturally stronger to keep up with the weight of their powerful shark tail.

whitetips tend to be picky with their mates - like most of the larger shark merfolk, i imagine they'd want someone who can match their strength, and well after sparring with any four of the boys they'd definitely realize that "oh damn. maybe he is suitable" then go through the strange process of trying to court whoever they sparred with. it would involve a lot of nibbling and following them around to really determine if he's right, along with a few lost teeth that soooomehow end up on the desk of who they're courting.

ahem also dragon price and mershark reader makes me think. just a small note

but yeah that's all :) thank you for making my brain turn into a bouncy ball over my obsession with sharks and monsterfucking LMAO

Oh oh oh what if sharkmer are polygamous? Like it's so rare to find another of their kin so any time they find someone and they're compatible they end up joining/creating a polycule where everyone's fucking everyone?

So like, pre-existing poly141 with a new member reader, and at first you don't think too highly of them. But them you start sparring with them, get your ass handed as often as you hand it out, and yeah. . . you're smitten.

Soap fucking loves your little habit of nibbling on him, you two winding up on the couch somewhere with you nibbling on his pecs while he does the some to your tail, Price having a good laugh when he finds you two purring while you do it.

Gaz just likes your bulk, the fact you're so much wider and bigger than him, dwarfing him in size. I hc harpies have this old instinct to rest/nest in like caves or something, so when you wrap your strong arms around you it just makes him feel so safe, especially if you then tuck his head into your neck and he can't see and it's like he's surrounded by heaven, calm and relaxed in the same way raptors are calm when they got that hood on their head.

Ghost likes the fact you're generally quiet, likes the fact you can keep up with him and even pin him down (as well as a wraith can be pinned down). Likes being forced to submit under you, both of you tumbling around on the ground in an attempt to defeat the other until your thick tail is sweeping him out from under his feet and you're nibbling on his neck.

Price takes the longest to come around with you, mostly because he's so possessive and protective of what's his. But he sees you take care of his hoard, take care of him, and the next time you return from a mission, still wet from the swimming you'd had to do, Price pulls you into his office, a deep rumble in his throat. "Did well back there." He says as he takes your hand and bites it, keeping eye contact with you so you know he knows what he's doing, and suddenly you're lunging at him with the intent to mate.

And also sharks have 2 dicks soooo👀

[odetodilfs]

Surprise

Pairing: Sub!Soap x dom!male reader

CWs: Facial, watersports

@rodolfoparras i blame you for this...

During Soap's time in the 141, showering went from his most hated moment to one of his favorites.

The water from the shower sprayed on the floor, the stream long forgotten as it endlessly hit the ground. Everyone had finished already except for you and Soap, except there wasn't any showering going on in there. Anyone who took a peek inside the bathroom would have seen Soap on his knees, eagerly sucking on your dick. He never had much time to just indulge on your cock, however this was the time in which he could, and goddamn it did he enjoy every bit of it.

"Fuck- Johnny- if you keep going like that I'm gonna cum~" you said in a raspy voice, trying to hold back your orgasm before you at least warned him. Soap remained silent, he just kept sucking, it was like the only thing in the world was your cock. "Soap- John- fuck!" you grunted, a wave of pleasure washed over you and the Scottish man's blue eyes looked up at you, but he still remained silent as you covered his face in your cum. "Fucking hell Johnny.." you sighed as he kept cleaning your cock, he was always so desperate for your dick.

Then a twisted thought crossed your mind... surely you wouldn't... right? But seeing Soap on his knees, cock drunk as he still suckled on your softening cock, his hair peppered chest and his blue eyes drunk in pleasure as he jerked off.. surely it wouldn't hurt if you actually did it..

A light, transparent yellow stream oozed out of your cock as it rained down on Soap, he looked up at you, eyes somehow even more lustful than before... he was enjoying this... he started to whimper and jerk himself off faster as your stream rained down on him, eventually, he moaned your name in the sluttiest of ways before he came all over the floor, shortly after, your stream came to a halt and the man remained on his knees with his pretty pleasing eyes, cleaning your dick once again and willing to take anything else you wanted to do to him.

[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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( HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEB I HOPE YOU LIKE YOU BIRTHDAY FIC SEXY !!! )

Thanks for reading! Have a great day/night!!

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[its-ares]

— Headcanons

Request by @val246s | Hello!! I’ve been following you for a while and reading your stories, and so I was nervous to request but would you mind writing headcanons about the cod men with a shy reader?

Shy Male reader

Simon „Ghost“ Riley

- Simon trusts you, which is unusual for him, but there's just something about you that makes him trust you.

- Late in the evening when you sat outside and looked at the stars, he sat down with you and at some point Simon started talking about his childhood

- Simon knows that you are shy and find it difficult to socialize. Sometimes you can't even look him in the eye

- He always tries to involve you. He trusts your opinion and you manage to get rid of your shyness every now and then

- When Simon saw first hand how the other recruits treated you, he stared at them with his Death Stare and with his Manchester accent condemned them to run 100 laps and then they had to come to his office. Safe to day that they didn't look at you again after that

John „Soap“ Mactavish

- Total sweetheart

- Soap has become a really good friend over the time. He sometimes likes to make fun of you because you're so shy, but you know that he doesn't mean it in a bad way

- He always tries to help you and you know that you can always come to him, no matter when

- Once you got yourself a coffee and something sweet from a coffee shop, but the barista gave you the wrong order. When you tried to say what was wrong you couldn't get any sound out and your face got really red. Soap helped you and since then you both sometimes do exercises on how to overcome your shyness in certain situations

- someone makes fun of you? Soap cussed them out in his thick accent and everyone is just silent

Kyle „Gaz“ Garrick

- Also a total sweetheart

- Despite your shyness, you hit it off with Gaz right away. You feel safe with him and he always offers you a shoulder to lean on

- It took you a while to open up to him, but then you both became inseparable.

- Inside jokes

Captain John Price

- John knows a lot of people. The ones who think they are something better, arrogant, selfish ones and so on and. But John has never met anyone like you in his time as captain

- You were so shy but still strong. Although you sometimes had problems asserting yourself, John was always there to help you

- Your number 1 supporter

- Anyone who makes fun of you because you're shy, John makes them run laps until they can't anymore

- You liked the quiet moments with John best. When you two sit outside together, John smokes his cigar and you just appreciate each other's presence

[mr-bas00nist]

Can you do 141 x m!reader who’s like VERY GREEK like after missions when they’re out drinking - he’s very drunk on tables breaking plates and yelling “OPPA” with a thick ass accent

As an Italian man with numerous Greek friends, this is and accurate 💀

Gaz, Price, Soap and Ghost involved

Cw: Slight Ghost x reader but can be seen as platonic and goofy, drinking and violence lol

Gaz

•He always takes you out because he knows how you get

•He takes videos of you being drunk asf

•He likes to laugh at them occasionally and likes to remind you of the night

•much to your dismay

•he thinks it’s hilarious

•especially when you get violent with the silverware

•He once filmed you yelling at a fork in Greek

•he was crying

•He loves it

•it’s so fun seeing this big tough Greek guy go fucking crazy after being so calm and collective

•He’s gonna be egging you on every step of the way

•He still of course makes sure you don’t hurt yourself

•Your friends, of course he’ll look out for you

Price

•He’s not pleased

•At least that’s what his captain side is saying

•He honestly finds it funny of how different you are while your drunk

•In the day your some quiet guy who’s always focused

•but in the night your a loud ass Greek dude who doesn’t know when to stop the rounds

•He tries to stop you from getting too out of hand but it never works

•Your always throwing tables and chairs by the end of the night and he’s come to terms with it

•He tried to get Gaz to stop filming you because he knows he’s just gonna use it as blackmail leverage

•Also tries to stop soap from force feeding you more booze

•He honestly feels bad for laughing but hearing you on a table yelling words in Greek cracks him up

•Once the funs over though he makes sure you get back safe and not too hurt

•In the mornings he’ll reprimand you for how careless you were acting but it’s all in good heart

•He just wants you to keep yourself safe and not cost him a fortune from your obsession with breaking things

Soap

•He’s no better than Gaz

•If anything he’s worse

•You can always expect him to peer pressure you into drinking more because he knows how you get

• “Soap I’ve had enough-“ “Drink it.”

•He means it all in good fun though

•He loves it when you climb atop tables yelling and then begin singing some song in Greek

•He always asks Gaz for the videos he takes later

•If you begin drinking more after your in this state though he will FINALLY stop you

•He knows how bad your hangover already will be there’s no need to make it worse

•You have thrown numerous plates at him before and he’s narrowly dodged all of them

•The first one nicked him but he didn’t want you to feel bad so he shrugged it off as a simple cut

•Usually the day after that he’ll sit next to you and just watch the video Gaz took of you and laugh

•You just stare in embarrassment of yourself after drinking

•When he sees you looking he smiles at you

• “You are one hell of a guy dafty.” He says with a smile

Ghost

•Where to begin…

•So Simons a weird case

•He honestly is the only TRUE voice of reason alongside Price

•He desperately tries to stop soap from force feeding you liquor because to be honest….

•Your kind of scary when your drunk

•The plate smashing and chair throwing is what’s concerning to him

•He won’t go out his way to grab you and tell you to stop but he’ll stand alongside you watching you throw things as he tries to tell you to settle down

•You usually listen to him though even in your drunk state

•You recognize your lieutenants monotone voice

•Ghost finds it amusing that you immediately set down whatever you were holding down to look over to him

•You usually babble in Greek before hugging him and kissing his cheek for some reason

•You’ve done it so much he’s not even fazed by it anymore

•He just rolls his eyes as he leads you back to your barracks

•In the morning Ghost is sitting next to you watching you groan in annoyance at your hangover

•He finds your drunk fury’s funny but he doesn’t tease you over it because there’s no need

•He does let out an occasional snicker though when he sees the video soaps showing of you

[9-istol]

— MODERN WAREFARE REBOOT.

𝐢. INTEL FILES BELOW ARE CONFIDENTIAL. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

READER : PRICE x MALE READER FILE. GHOST x MALE READER FILE. SOAP x MALE READER FILE. GAZ x MALE READER FILE.

GHOAP x MALE READER FILE.

SHIPS : GHOST x SOAP FILE.

OTHER : ACTION FILE.

[cristaq]

This is for us male readers! There is simply not enough content for us sometimes. So, best "mates" MReader x Captain John Soap Mactavish! Boys will be boys. (First time writing for reader so yeah, I might expand this one. I just love the man!)

You knock on the Captain’s door a bit too fast. A loud and stern “Come in!” can be heard so you enter the room. Soap is drowned in thought, resting his elbows on the hardwood desk, head bent over recon reports of future assignments. He raises his gaze and his features soften, infinitesimally so, when he lays his eyes on you.

“Soap…” Your voice trails off, letting the ellipsis buy you some time. “You haven’t joined cards tonight. Or lunch. Or dinner”

Soap scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. “I really wish I had time for that mate.” He shifts around some papers to showcase that. “Go on and have fun. I will be stuck here for a while.” You take a step closer and he raises his hand to stop you. “I mean it, Y/N.” He crunches his nose. Years of service together and he still has the same tell.

You nod, head for the exit but you spot Soap’s surprised expression when you comply. You spent a lot of time working together and only recently did Soap become your superior. Naturally you have issues with his authority. He is one of your best mates and who takes orders from their best mate? (At least outside of combat. During a firefight you have nothing but respect for the man.)

5 minutes later the door swings open and you struggle to carry two cups of coffee and some pastries left from dinner on a plate. You place them on the desk.

“Boss me around again like that and I’ll fuck you up.” You pull a chair next to him. “Do you want to die of starvation or in some cool way like getting blown up?” Oddly specific. “Eat.”

Soap smiles and picks up one of the pastries. It almost resembles a croissant. “Always with the attitude you bawbag.” He takes a big bite out of it.

“Your mom seems to love it!” You pick up one of the dossiers and fling it open, cup of coffee in your other hand. ‘Your mom’ jokes and mature men go hand in hand. Of course Soap’s response is a shove that almost knocks you over.

“Watch it!” Soap says, but there is no ill intent behind his words. His smile almost distracts you from the dark crescent moons below his eyes.

Your playful shoves turns into a bit of a wrestling match as you try to pin each other down. Your heart rate increases just by looking at him. You know how much he is hurting these days and you want nothing but to hug him and never let go. Tell him all the ways you love him, all the ways he drives you mad, kiss the scar running over his eye that looks like the last moments of an angry dying star.

He does pin you down on the floor at some point, not that you were putting much resistance and your stomach aches from laughter. Soap looks straight into your eyes, catching his own breath from laughter, squeezing your muscular arms which makes you feel like throwing up. There is a flash of sadness in his eyes though.

“What is going on with you? You’ve never hid things like this from me.” There is a tight knot in your throat but words manage to slip through.

Soap’s expression changes and he lets himself fall on the floor on his back next to you. “Maybe because I’ve never felt things like these before.” He focuses on a random point on the ceiling.

“I want nothing else than to support you.” You take a deep breath trying to calm your bottled up emotions. “Tell me how.”

You see him opening his mouth to speak but no sounds come out. You’ve never seen him speechless. He is a man with a lot to say and tell. Eventually though he manages to sort his thoughts. “Sometimes it all gets too much. Too much pressure. I feel like fucking drowning sometimes. I don’t know if I am ready to take over everything Price built.”

Here goes nothing. You search for his hand and squeeze it tight as he speaks and he doesn’t flinch. Both of you keep staring at the ceiling.

“Nobody is asking you to be Price. I think you are one of the most capable men I have ever met. Tough but fair, sharp, smart, loyal, well trained…” You turn your head to face him. “... and a good fucking friend. You are ready for this and I will be here every step of the way.”

You wait for his response and he finally turns his head to you. A light squeeze reminds you that you are still holding his hand.

“That was some sappy shite.” he says with a smile.

You snicker at his comment. “Don’t get used to it. You know I love you mate.” You thought about using his name, but you settled for ‘mate’. It’s nothing you haven’t said before. “You looked like you needed it. Now how about you stop feeling sorry for yourself and we eat…”

You end up eating your own words as Soap’s mouth clashes with yours as he fully turns his body towards you. He doesn’t let go of your hand but he places his free one on your cheek. It happens almost too fast for you to register what is going on. He backs away just as fast, terror on his face, searching your eyes for a sign.

“Tell me I read this wrong.”

There is only one suitable response to that, after years of pinning. You kiss him back. Angry at him for not saying anything these years. Angry at yourself for not doing it either. Angry at the world and man for inventing war. So you kiss him pouring all these thoughts and emotions onto him. He accepts it all immediately, pulling you closer. It all feels like a dream really. His calloused hands wrap your hips, his tongue parts your lips while your hands rush to cradle his face and touch him in ways you’ve only dreamed of.

He eventually gets back on his feet in a swift motion, extending his arm to help you get up. You grab his arm and as you get up he cradles your face and he brings your foreheads together in a desperate motion.

“I…” He mouths some words but then again no sounds seem to come out.

“All that talk about women and girlfriends…”

He scoffs. “You had to lie at some point about that too. Couldn’t raise suspicions.”

“I knew you were lying. I just thought you couldn’t get any woman to like you.”

He smiles and starts caressing your cheek. “Not interested in them anyway.” He steals another kiss from you. “You have no idea how glad I am that… There is no one this close to me I just…” His ramblings are cute, you think. “God I am shit at this…”

“Then why did I understand everything?”

Your mouths clash again with passion and fury. He can be a bit rough around the edges but so can you. That’s why you two always worked.

[fortheb0ys]

Just thinking of cumming in Soap numerous times. You're tired, nearly falling asleep. He's crying his face a complete mess. Cum's leaking out of his ass and the base of your cock soaked it in.

You had already been tired from your schedule being taken up by training the rookies. Relaxing with your boyfriend and going to bed early was your plans for the evening but not Soap's.

No, his plans was to be fucked stupid for hours.

Now he's riding you as your eyes flutter, trying your damn hardest to stay awake. He's getting desperate, chasing a far high.

He wants another round. Getting tire was something Soap wasn't going to be for long time. He'd cum more times than you could count and with little down time he'd start right back up again which is an instance like right now.

Soap had just came for the fifth time and you three. You're extremely exhausted and Soap quite the opposite. He could go on for another two hours but you were ready to call it a night.

He bounces vigorously with a pout adorned on his face, frustrated at your lack of effort. His orgasm was so close. All he needed was your hands all over him. To bite, pinch, grope, anything. No, all he got was lazy squeezes on his waist. Your tired fingers weren't enough to bruise him.

Noticing Soap's disappointed attitude, you try to engage with his wants. You'd massage his sides, grip his waist to slam him down on your cock. Just to stop when you became tired once again.

You're both dirty, covered in cum and all you wanted to do was fall asleep with Soap in your arms.

"Come on, baby. Need ta cum again. Just this once, please." Soap would beg as tear pooled in his eyes.

You look at the pout on his face as tears stream down his cheek. A new found energy courses through you. With all the strength you can muster, you flip Soap onto his back and begin slamming into him.

"Johnny, one last time and you let me sleep. Deal?" You snarl, making it clear that it WAS going to be the last one.

Soap nodded, slightly scared how quickly you changed your demeanor. You pulled his knees back till they touch his shoulder. Soap face twists to discomfort than to pleasure as thrust into him without warning.

You were going at it hard and fast, wanting to quickly get things done. Even with the sudden burst of energy you weren't sure how long it would last.

Rythm was no where to be found as you continue to fuck hard into him. Words tumble out of Soap's mouth in incoherent babbles. His velvet walls constrict around you.

You hit deep inside him in this position. He can feel you rearranging his guts. He places his palm on his lower belly, the tip of your cock pushing against it with each thrust. The feeling sends him into the stars, his vision blurry.

With a final thrust, you both come undone.

He got what he wanted though now it feels all too much. His spend cock sits between his folded legs, pathetically weeping out the last few drops of cum.

Pulling out of his gaping hole, Soap whimpers at the lost. You turn to your side tired and finally able to sleep. Your eyes feel like lead and your cock aches.

"Ask again and I'm sending you downstairs with a dildo and I'm locking the door."

With that Soap finally stills for the next, eyes closing as he pulls you close.

This was sitting in my drafts idk if it's any good, I didn't proofread it🤷‍♂️

[thegnomelord]

speaking of unorthodox mating: scorpionflies! my favourite thanks to entomology and them being very useful 🦂 mainly because they mate on top of fresh corpses. wonder what ghost of any of 141 you choose from would react to such a colorful mate

I doubt any of them would be all that happy fucking on top of a dead dude, Ghost especially seeing he got stuck in a coffin with one before becoming a wraith, but you coming back to them, covered in dirt and so much enemy blood you look like a butcher? Oh yeah, instant boner.

CW:NSFW, reader is some kind of insect monster idk this is quick and rough

GHOST - The second he registers the blood on you, and the fact you shed blood to protect him, tickles something in his brain. It's the knowledge that despite him being able to protect himself, he has someone to look out for him. . . . it has something needy and hungry stirring inside him.

Before you know it he's pulling you to a secluded nook, claws made of solid shadow tearing your belt open so he can swallow your cock down, pearly tears smudging the dark face paint around his eyes as your cock pushes past his gag reflex, smiling around your length when you answer in a chitter of your mandibles, your claws gripping his head as you fuck his mouth.

SOAP - Oh, he's not even waiting to get somewhere private. Everything with wolves is a social affair so the second the enemy's dead and the bullets have stopped raining down on you two, he's right next to you, full body rubbing against you like a bear scratching against a tree. It makes his fur and your clothes matted with blood and werewolf hair, whining and growling for your attention as he scents you and grows progressively more aroused by the second because holy shit, you smell like death and war and such a potent mate.

It takes you serious effort to pull him somewhere more private before Price yells at you two, and before you can even open your pants Soap's already on the floor, head down and ass up, tail raised even higher and still wagging as slick leaks from his hole. He howls like a bitch when you push into him, going completely slack as soon as your sharp mandibles clamp down on his scruff — not enough to draw blood, but strong enough to hold him down as you plow into him.

GAZ - He's a lot more sneaky about his attraction, acting like a doting mate when you two sit in the plane back to base, wiping away the blood that had congealed on your wings and elytra, chirping so sweetly to every little chitter and click you make, fingers reverently tracing your bloodied mandibles to the point the other's are complaining about you two being an old married couple.

His moans are equally as sweet as he begs to feel those sharp mandibles around his throat as you fuck him into the mattress, his wings pinned down beneath him and fully trapped like he's a piece of meat for you to consume. It's the danger of what your dangerous mandibles can do added to the knowledge you'd never hurt him that has him cumming in record timing, chirps broken up by hiccups as you just continue to fuck him.

PRICE - Oh, he holds out the longest, face and tone of voice betraying nothing as he tells you to get cleaned up, while inside he's purring like a tractor. He knows he shouldn't feel like this, that it's more than wrong fraternizing with you when he's your captain, but the way you'd looked covered in blood does something to him.

His claws rake down your front as he rides you slow and deep, slitted pupils taking in every little twitch of your wings and click of the mandibles, your desperate moans stroking his draconic pride as you beg to let you cum. And Price just tuts, "Come on, wouldn't want to disappoint me now?" He says, voice like a honeyed sticky trap, and you can do nothing but nod your head and try to hold on while Price tests your sanity by riding you into the early hours of the morning.

[ghostsforghosts]

Bunny!Reader

This is a masterlist of all of the Bunny!Reader Drabbles. This reader is male and is with both Soap and Ghost (it's a poly relationship).

(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)

How Ghosts Deals with Your Bratting

Ghost Loves You

Soap & Ghost's Reaction to Your Tail Twitching in Happiness

When You Break Something Accidentally

Ghost Accidentally Plopping Down onto You

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

OK SO I DECIDED I WILL SLIDE INTO UR REQUESTS I LOVE UR FUCKING WORK IT’S SO FIRE

🔥

A LOT OF PPL WHO DO THIS R AMAZINF AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY HELP??? ALSO DONT MIND MY CRAZED RAMBLINGS

i have came by to request possessive soap x male reader headcanons! up to you to make it spicy or not!! HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS

I don’t have any of my own BUT I WOULD LOVE TO SEE WHAT YOU THINK BECAUSE WE NEED MORE PLS AND ITS UP TO YOU IM LIKE KNEELING RN

soap supremacy!!!!

(It's been so long since I wrote Headcanon. So, sorry if it's bad and it was rushed because I'm tired.)

He would be subtle about his possessiveness.

Only ever getting possessive whenever another soldier is getting too chummy with you.

Wrapping his arm around your waist or pulling you closer to him, and resting his head on your shoulder or neck.

With this knowledge, you decided to provoke him by getting flirty with the Captain. This was also payback for him getting close to Ghost yesterday.

Soap just watched from a distance as you made subtle gestures towards Price.

He didn't like that one bit. He begins marching in your direction.

You could hear his footsteps before the sound stops behind you. Suddenly you feel his arms snake your waist.

His breath against your ear.

"I'm gonna make you scream tonight." Soap says in a calm but deep voice.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Oh em gee that post you made with the bunny reader where our tail was twitching was so cute! What if our tail was twitching because we are nervous around them? Maybe we broke something and were too scared to tell them?

Ghost noticed how your tail was twitching around him and at first he figured it was in excitement and happiness again, but then he started slowly realizing that you seemed anxious. You were flighty today, so worked up on making sure to stay on Ghost and Soap's good side.

Soap ended up being the one who asked you what was wrong, his voice warm and sweet as always when he spoke with you. One of his hands were gently playing with your bunny ears, the action soothing you enough to tell him.

You hadn't meant to break the vase in your guys' shared barracks this morning, you had just accidentally tripped while putting on your pants and you knocked over the table the vase was on, shattering the vase into pieces. You were so distraught at the thought of them being mad at you that you were so close to sobbing right then and there.

"Shh, love," Ghost said, taking you into his strong arms. "We're not mad, promise. A bit disappointed in ourselves that you thought we would be mad, but we're not mad. We're just glad you're not hurt."

Soap nodded in agreement, leaning forward to press a kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, m'eudail, we're not mad. Don't be afraid to tell us something because even if we do get mad, it's just best to communicate everything. We'll never not work it out together."

They then took you back to your shared barracks, sandwiching you in between them on the bed as they cuddled you to soothe you some more.

[loudblonde]

Could I request anyone in the 141 with a non military/detective s/o who just finished a dangerous case. and like how they react to it idk 💀

thanks 👍💪

In honour of Sherlock Holmes becoming public domain, you dear Anon will get more than just one of the boys with a detective s/o. Male!Reader is vaguely if not outrightly stated to be a Holmes much like Sherlock Holmes, he is not BBC Sherlock.

Warnings: mentions of child porn, human trafficking, and torture. Canon typical violence.

Hurt/comfort and some fluff

All stories are under 500 words long, so they might just be drabbles.

Male reader,

~ Captain John Price ~

John Price was sitting in his office with the small radio turned on low, just filling out paperwork from work from his most recent mission with the team. It had been a success but he still had a ton of paperwork. John never quite paid much attention to the radio until a familiar name came up, (Y/N) Price. 

John abandoned all thoughts of paperwork as he turned the radio on. 

“-great news to announce that Detective (Y/N) Price has once again done the impossible after disappearing off the radar for two weeks, (Y/N) located and personally gathered information on a human trafficking ring, allegedly going undercover despite being a very well known man.” One of the hosts said. 

Price sucked in a deep breath and listened carefully, his mind filled with static as gore filled images of his husband getting brutally tortured and killed because he was discovered crossed his mind, Price knew the reality would be that, he knew that (Y/N) wouldn’t have made it out alive had it not been for his husbands sheer dumb fucking luck. 

“I know right, Kelley,” The other host said. “From what we know, Detective Price is a married man, he wears a gold wedding band, I sure wouldn’t wish to be married to someone who just disappears all of the sudden for weeks on end!” The hosts laughed together and John looked down in his hands.

They both had a tendency to disappear for work, rarely ever saw each other but when they did, between missions and cases, especially with (Y/N)’s freelance work, much like his older brother. 

Price reached over and grabbed his phone, dialing his husband's number. He placed the phone to his ear and listened as it dialed 3 times before it was picked up. “Hmmm, John it’s 3 in the night here.” His husband's groggy voice came through. 

Price smiled a bit as he turned the radio off. “I heard the news about your latest case.” 

(Y/N) chuckled, voice sounding rasped. “I wasn’t alone, despite what they say, my brother was with me and not Sher.” 

“Ah, so the oldest Holmes made it out of his fancy office to help, that is at least somewhat comforting.” He said. 

(Y/N) hummed for a moment. “It was scary, I won’t lie to you, I knew this kind of work was gonna take a lot but wow… I can’t imagine your mission being easy either.” 

“Hmm, no my mission wasn’t easy but we all made it through, minimal injuries and we recovered the intel.” Price said. “I have some saved up vacation time, why don’t we take a break, the both of us and go somewhere just the two of us?” 

(Y/N) smiled. “I would like that, just the two of us, it would be nice… I love you John, you know that, right?” 

John touched his necklace where the ring was. “I love you too, with all my heart.” 

< Simon “Ghost” Riley > 

Simon was sitting with the team watching some telly when the news came on, the picture of his husband looking stoic as ever came on as the reporter smiled. “Today the Brother Holmes were successful in taking down a child porno ring that extended as far into minor positions of our government. The brothers went undercover while posing as people who could give access to child porn, they worked closely with Scotland Yard in catching over 150 pedofiles in the UK alone. It has been reported that both their lives were at risk during it and that (Y/N) Holmes was almost killed several times during this investigation, though I am happy to tell you that any hospitalisation lasted less than 24 hours and that the young detective is not in any danger.” The reporter finished and ads started playing. 

Simon sat, staring blank at the screen, (Y/N) had mentioned a case that had been dangerous but he was never told his life had been in danger. Logically he knew that (Y/N) was a capable man who could not only keep up with his brothers and their crazy shit, but also knew his way around several fighting styles and weapons, Simon logically knew all that and still hearing his husband, one of few people who knew Simon’s face, who Simon trusted with all his life, had been in danger and almost killed… it made his blood boil. 

Simon stood up, spooking Soap who cursed after him, But Simon didn’t care, he couldn’t care, he was just making a beeline for his room and as soon as he got there he took out his phone and called one of few numbers even saved in it. Their house phone, a secure line.

“Holmes Residency, (Y/N) speaking.” A pained voice came out. 

“Are you okay?” Simon asked before anything else. 

“Ahhh, Simon, yes, just a few bruised ribs.” (Y/N) said and Simon could hear his smile. 

“He was also poisoned.” Came Mycroft ever so helpful. 

“And stabbed, twice, I have him on bedrest.” A much clearer Doctor Watson said. “Well, as much as you can keep a Holmes on bedrest.” 

Simon took a deep breath. “(Y/N)... you are single handedly going to make me go grey before Price.” He knew his comment would make (Y/N) chuckle. 

“I am fine Si and I love you too.” (Y/N) said as he chuckled. “I love you more than I could ever express to you…. I love you more then (favourite food/movie).” 

Simon smiled a bit. “I love you too… but be careful, I don’t want you getting killed… I can’t lose anymore people.” 

(Y/N)’s smile softened a bit. “Don’t worry Si, I won’t take a case until I am healed. Apparently there is a high reward for people who help out with catching criminals, who would have thought?” 

) John “Soap” McTavish (

John was sitting in the police room as (Y/N) finished up whatever he was doing. The mission had been too close to his own line of work for comfort. Laswell had gotten the 141 to bring out (Y/N) Holmes from a person who had kidnapped him. His own husband had been kidnapped and he didn’t even know. 

Sometimes John hated their line of work, it was cruel and left little contact with loved ones. 

“Relax Johnny.” Ghost said from beside him. Both still in full gear. “Nothing is gonna happen while we sit here.” 

John looked at Ghost and cracked a small smile. “Yeah I know, it’s just two weeks in a long time.” 

Ghost looked at him and slowly blinked. “Yes it is, but he is a Holmes, I thought that was a given or they were trained for that.” 

John shook his head. “No, no they aren’t, they are just civilians who everyone thinks are-” John stopped talking as (Y/N) stepped out of the room, looking worse for wear, but with a big smile on his face. 

John instantly stood and walked over, hugging (Y/N) close and a tad too tight. 

“John, my ribs.” (Y/N) groaned as he hugged back. 

“Oh right sorry.” John pulled away and took (Y/N)’s face in his hands. “Don’t ever do something like that again!” He said loudly. “I was worried sick when I heard you had been missing for 2 weeks!”

(Y/N)’s eyes softened. “I didn’t mean to get caught, but Sherlock managed to get away and get to safety, he ensured that I was kept alive.” 

John rested his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “Remind me to thank him when we see him.” John chuckled a bit, just happy to have his husband back in his arms. 

“Hmm, you can thank him at the wedding in 7 months. Him and Watson are finally tying the knot, I won the bet between everyone by the way.” (Y/N) said, smirking a bit. 

“I love you so much,” John said. 

[ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick ]

Kyle was just standing and talking with Soap as he saw his long time boyfriend (Y/N) walk up with a newspaper in hand. Kyle tilted his head slightly and stopped talking, causing Soap to turn and look at (Y/N). “Hey, why is a Holmes walking directly towards us? Is he even allowed on base?” Soap asked. 

Kyle shrugged. “He should be. Hey (Y/N)!” He called out as (Y/N) got closer. 

“Kyle!” (Y/N) said happily as he practically bounced over. “May I?” 

Kyle nodded and they hugged close. Kyle missed (Y/N) whenever he went away but he couldn’t exactly stop (Y/N) from taking on case after case, they paid far too well. 

(Y/N) showed Kyle the newspaper from that morning. “I just finished a case for the king of Sweden, didn't even know it was the Swedish king, he is very… eccentric but normal. He is just a person, it was nice.” 

“Soooo.” A certain Scottish man broke through their conversation. “How do you two know each other?” 

“(Y/N) meet Soap, Soap, this is my boyfriend, (Y/N) Holmes.” Kyle said. 

(Y/N) smiled brightly and shook Soap's hand. “I have heard a lot about you lot and the 141.” 

“Only good things I hope.” Soap said. 

“The best of things. Oh and Kyle, no reason to worry, a doctor that wasn’t my brother's close friend cleared me. I am not injured even though you will undoubtedly hear about a very large fall I had in tonight's news. I just wanted to tell you that before you hear it from someone that isn’t me.” He said. 

Kyle’s eyes widened. “(Y/N) you promised to be careful.” 

“I was… ish… okay maybe not as much as I should, but I was safe during the whole thing, no large injury or bed rest needed.” 

“No case for at least 3 days, please.” Kyle said. 

“... Okay, no case for a week. I love you, alright? I am always going to return home to you.” 

Kyle smiled at that. “Good. I love you too.”

[broken-glass-puppet]

Ohh I loved the latest soap x male demon reader fic! ❤️❤️

Can we get a part 2 where soap actually sees the reader and now they kinda have a deal, where the reader protects soap and 141 in exchange for cuddles?

Please and thank you very much

Devil by my side

Soap got back to base okay, wounded in the leg and shoulder and feeling like he was being watched, but otherwise he was alive, good thing right?

He said goodbye to the others so he could take a hot shower, which according to Ghost he needed, "you smell like wet dog" the British told the Scotsman

Soap entered the shower and began to clean the dirt, gun powder, blood and sweat from his body, it was a bit late so there was no one in the showers except him

But that feeling of being watched wouldn't go away, it pissed him off, he had never been a fan of people staring at him and the fact that he didn't know who the hell was watching him It drove him fucking crazy, He turned around after drying his hair and body.

"Ghost, it's big fucking funny" he said freaking out, no one was in there, the lights started flickering and he scoffed annoyed "I don't believe in ghosts or demons..." He said almost reminding it to himself

"you should" a voice said behind him, it wasn't human, it sounded both terrifying and beautiful

He turned around, a tall figure stood before him, he could see it was masculine, broad shoulders, big chest and muscular arms, but it was like a shadow, not those caricatures of demons that where red, with a tail and horns, he backed away

"what the fuck...?" He said a bit to himself looking at that massive figure, the Being chuckled, it was between a chuckle and a purr, it got closer to him and soap by instinct backed away

"don't be scared, little mortal, I'm not going to hurt you, in fact, you should thank me" the creature said crossing it's arms "thank you? For what exactly demon?" Soap asked

"because thanks to me your pretty little head is still resting where it shoulds" the creature said purring "it would be a waist...so many human souls...and I have to admit...you are a gorgeous mortal..."

Soap felt his cheeks getting red, it's not everyday when a demon compliments your looks

He cleared his throat and looked at the demon "what do you want then" "a little pact..."

"a pact?" Soap repeated, the demon nodded purring "I'm not going to give you my soul" soap said looking at it bored "oh no, your soul is already mine" the demon chuckled "see, when you were having a bad time in that mission, You said that God was with you, the problem is that you did not specify the God"

The demon chuckled seeing the dumb look on soaps face "I don't even believe in god, it was just a say" he said annoyed and blushing "such a shame neither you and I can do anything about it" the demon purred, it's tail brushing against soaps chin in a flirty manor

"what's the deal?" He asked looking at the spirit in front of him "I protect you and your team...and you give me physical affection...do we have a deal mortal?..."

It asked

"yes...deal" soap shook it's hand

What did he get himself into now?