#modern warfare soap

[glossysoap]

keep crying, pup

18+, afab, dubcon, mean johnny, basically just me rambling about perv soap eating you out against your will, smidgen of daddy kink (johnny referring to himself as daddy like once or twice), dropping this then going to bed 👍

he’s all thorough and deep and manhandling you - big hands digging into your plush thighs, squeezing the soft skin with an almost painful grip. keeping you right where he wants you, right where he needs you.

even better if you’re giving him some struggle and trying to squirm away, as if you could ever overpower his brute strength. even now, as he was wrapping his hairy arms around your hips to keep you still, you could see his muscles rippling beneath a good layer of fat. scars littered his broad, muscled body - you could only imagine what he’d endured to earn all of them. stabbed, shot, burned. all proof that he was stronger than you, mentally and especially physically.

tears pricked your eyes as the thought crossed your mind how easily he could kill you in five seconds flat if he wished. he could easily come up from between your legs and snap your neck if he got tired of your squirming.

his scruff was scratching your inner thighs as he bit at your sensitive skin, tugging your plush skin into his mouth and damn near growling into it.

“quit yer squirming, birdie. you’ll take what i give you.” is all he says before he’s diving into your pussy, tongue lapping at your folds.

a sob tore from your lips as his tongue pushes past the seam of your cunt.

he’s so fucking messy and mean, getting his fill of your cunt and taking every bit of you for himself. he was loud and obscene, growling and grunting into your pussy as he sucked your folds into his mouth one at a time.

you wish warmth wasn’t bubbling in your core from his ministrations between your thighs and the sounds of him slurping up your juices.

no matter how much you wriggled or tried to bat him away, swatting at where his head lay between your thighs - you couldn’t help the tightness that coiled in your stomach.

every time you tried to fight him off of you, his hands would move up to grab your wrists in an almost painful grip. he would growl into your cunt, a sound so solid and full of gravel that it sent chills up your spine.

your cunt would flutter around his tongue when he growled into it, betraying how sensitive you were no matter how much you cried big fat tears of protest.

“s-stop, st-ah!” your cries of protest, albeit weak, were interrupted by a choked out cry as he shoved two thick fingers in beside his tongue.

his mouth and tongue never stopped devouring you as his fingers started working you apart from the inside. he gave you no time to get accustomed to the intrusion of his fingers, just immediately set on taking up space inside your cunt. dead set on splitting you open, keeping your folds spread and coaxing more and more reluctant cries from your glossy lips.

his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked none too gently, his tongue flicking over the bud at the same time.

“never gonna stop, pup. ye’ can keep cryin’ though. sound even prettier when ye do that.” he talks into your cunt before shoving his tongue back in, his fingers never faltering or slowing.

“c’mon, do it. come for daddy. give it to me.”

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission.

[mockerycrow]

photos from my john mactavish inspo pinterest board !

[stag-nite]

[skulldetergent]

THEN VS NOW

[islandtarochips]

Monster COD AU: Watch your Steps

Arthur’s Note: This AU was inspired by @bluegiragi for their AU is SO cool and SO awesome! You guys should check it out!

*Alejandro and Kanoa were on point as they went to the enemy’s base* Kanoa, crouched down a bit as he look through his scope while hiding behind a bush: Just two enemies standing in front of the gate. Alejandro, nodded: Bueno. We shall go down there and deal with them. QUIETLY. Kanoa: Agreed. Let's go. *Alejandro took a step back as he accidentally stepped on Kanoa's shark tail* Kanoa: NGH! Alejandro, looked at the Captain confusingly: Captain? Are you alright? Kanoa: N-No...because you are stepping on my TAIL, uce. Alejandro, looked down as he jolted to see his boots on Kanoa's tail: Meirda! I am SO sorry! Kanoa: I-It’s ok…🥲 Alejandro: Um...will it make you feel better if YOU step on my tail? Kanoa: No no no! It's ok! I'm fine! Let's just get this mission going, ok? ~later~ *Agnes and Soap were on a stealth mission in the dock* Agnes: *was planting the bombs on the boat* Soap, was on guard making sure no enemy comes through: Are you almost done, Blast? Agnes: Almost done So-ACK! *covered her mouth* *Soap turned his head to see Agnes was covering her mouth* Soap: Lass, what's the MATTER?! *saw Agnes was looking down to see he was stepping onto her eel TAIL* Soap, gasped a little and quickly moved away before crouching down to hug her: I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry- Agnes, chuckled a little: I’m fine, Soap. Don’t worry. *Agnes sweat a bit at Soap still hugging her* Agnes: Um…Soap? I’m ok…John? ~later~ *Ghost was in a med bay with Aelan who was putting an icepack on his bruising eye and patching up his arm that was bleeding a bit* Aelan, bandaging his arm: ……HOW did this happen? Ghost: …First Sergeant Shark has some anger issues. Aelan: ………You stepped on her tail didn’t you? Ghost: ……maybe. Aelan: And you didn’t APOLOGIZE? Ghost: …….no. Aelan: WHY? Ghost: She just GROWLED at me! Aelan: Because you STEPPED on her TAIL, Lieutenant!

Arthur's Note: To let you guys know! Ever since I saw @bluegiragi post about the info of the 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Graves, Konig and Horangi. In the Monster AU. It inspired me SO much for me to make my OCs into this AU. Did quite a bit of research of trying to find a PERFECT match for them! And let me listed down of what monster these guys are!

Tiala/Kanoa Toa - Shark Hybrid

Agnes Falagi - Eel Hybrid

Aelan Kalani - Just a human

Yeah. It's only Aelan who is human. But for these three! They are just sea creature hybrids! And I was imagining about their monster features! Which the number one thing that got me are their TAILS! As you can see, the shark and eel tails aren't that flexible like how Alejandro and Soap's monster tail were. So you can say that their tail are like heavy weight, getting dragged onto the ground. Which they're used it. But it IS easy to drag it in water since it could just float around better than dragging it on land. And since their tail dragged onto land, imagined the people accidentally STEPPED on it! That’s why I made this small skit to share this funny moments about the WTF’s situation if they’re a MONSTER! Lol.

Characters:

Tiala “Shark” Toa -> Me

Kanoa Toa -> Me

Agnes “Blast” Falagi -> Me

Aelan Kalani -> Me

Just wanna tag the peeps about this. Lol.

@deeptrashwitch @alypink @kaitaiga @welldonekhushi

@revnah1406 @sleepyconfusedpotato @dirtfullofwork

@sweet-samnang @iamcautiouslyoptimistic

@imagoddamnonionmason @applbottmjeens

[mordaciousmurderer]

TUMBLR, WHAT DO WE THINK?!

that quote is from john price himself :3

[nekronyancer]

I'm slowly working on the world building for this, just a bit slowly since my head is mostly occupied by other useless thoughts-

Anyway mask bois~

All the budget went into Ghost's golden mask change my mind

[verdantcreek]

“fire when ready, Lt.

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nighty night, fuckhead.”

[fishsticksloser]

Painted

Ghost x gn!reader

Warnings: kissing, short

A/N: based on these TikToks pt 1 pt 2 only with reader instead of Soap. Call sign is Persephone (iykyk) and you also wear a mask. This is my Ghost Valentine's Day special. 💕

You sat on the counter letting Ghost apply paint around your eyes. He was gentle, careful not to rub too hard. He looked so calm, concentrating on making it look decent, at least you assume that's what he's doing.

Ghost applies one more swipe underneath your right eye then stops, almost assessing his work, his hand still pressed against the side of your face. He looked like he wanted to say something.

You don't really remember why you asked him to help you, was it because you ran out of paint? The answer left your mind the moment he sat you on the counter. You had watched his eyes soften as he applied paint to your skin, his eyes focused where his fingers touched. The tension had built up, now there was no where to put it.

"Ghost!" Price called from the other room. "Persephone!"

"Yes, sir!" Ghost calls back, turning to face where Price's voice came from. He began to move away from you.

You had to do something, you couldn't let this moment disappear.

You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back towards you. You sat up to give yourself as much height as possible, before pressing your covered lips over his. You pulled away slowly before hoping off the counter and retreating, shocked you even had the balls to do that.

What you didn't know... Was Ghost stood, frozen, his hand reached up and he delicately touched his lips. Still warm from when you kissed him.

[mampfu]

I regret this already

[glossysoap]

mean johnny calling you his bitch and meaning it more literally than you think 😭

18+, afab reader, degradation duh, forced pet play, forced blowjob, name calling, noncon/dubcon. use filtered content instead of just filtered tags as it’s more reliable and catches it even in reblogs. it will catch even the mention of it in the actual post (like the way i’ve mentioned it in the content warnings above) so it doesn’t need to be in the tags.

he’s buying you a collar* and wrestling it onto your neck. he’s using it to force you on your knees, ignoring your winces and cries of pain. he’s tugging you by your collar, pulling your face down to his cock. making you rub your face against his sweaty bush. he laughs as you cringe against his cock and try to pull away, only for his hands to keep you in place. he pries your mouth open and makes you take his chubbed up cock in one go.

“ye, that’s right. be a good little bitch n’ take my cock.” he grounds out, his accent all husky and full of gravel. “use that mouth fer somethin’ useful fer once.”

that’s similar to what he’s growling as he’s pushing your head down into the mattress, grabbing your hips in a sore hold as he’s splitting you open.

“cunts so tight, makes me never wanna leave. milkin’ me dry, pup.”

you kept crying out weak protests, voice broken and thick with tears. but your cunt betrayed you, squeezing and fluttering around him relentlessly.

“ye don’t even know what ye want. yer stupid mouth is crying but yer pussies beggin’ fer me like a bitch in heat.”

[mockerycrow]

I WANT IT (Soap x GN!Reader)

soap masterlist

summary; soap is on leave with the 141 and you’re visiting him. he invites you to meet the boys, and you get a little buzzed—he offers to take you home, but you get a little.. handsy.

authors note; i saw a tiktok video. that’s the excuse. i did not proofread this; i saw the tiktok and wrote it. and @kivino let me talk about this, blame them. /j

[WARNINGS; poor knowledge of motorcycles, alcohol ingestion (not enough to be drunk), extremely suggestive, groping, suggested exhibitionism, technically you did not ask for consent but Johnny enjoys every single second of this.]

“IT WAS NICE meeting you guys!” You grin, shaking Johnny’s Captain’s hand, and then his fellow sergeants. You and, what was his name.. Ghost? You two settled on waves. “Likewise, mate.” Price hums, a smile on his lips. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, you’re always welcome, yeah?” Price glances at Soap and then you, earning a laugh from your chest.

“You sure you want Johnny bringing you home?” Ghost teases lightheartedly—he knows Johnny is careful, but he also knows Johnny rides fast. You smile at his tease, and you can tell he’s being just a tad bit serious. Ghost elected to be the Designated Driver for his Captain and Gaz, but he wouldn’t mind if he had to take you home, too. You aren’t drunk per say, but you definitely should not be behind a wheel nonetheless.

You shake your head no in response before saying, “I appreciate the concern, but Johnny has gotten me home safe plenty of times.” Johnny. That’s one thing the 141 has noticed; the only person they’ve ever known to be given permission to call Soap that is Ghost—and you now, apparently. Guess it makes sense when Johnny said, “Only L.T. and someone else can call me that.”

“If you say so, love.” Gaz laughs and pats your shoulder, glancing over to see Johnny gearing up his motorcycle, two helmets hanging off of the handle grips. Guess he came prepared, and is eager to set off. You say your goodbyes and after making sure the two drunk men and their chauffeur get into their vehicle safely, you walk over to Johnny, who’s wearing his gloves and his unzipped protective jacket. “Ye ready t’ride?” He asks with an excited grin—he’s been away for a couple of months and you haven’t ridden with him in at least a year.

“Always,” You reply with a grin of your own. Johnny helps you slip on the helmet and adjusts the straps accordingly, biting at the corner of his lower lip as he focuses on making sure you’re safe. You can’t help but wonder if he does the same thing whilst defusing an explosive device. “There we go.” Johnny chuckles before slipping his own helmet on, adjusting his straps. He teasingly flips down your visor before doing the same with his own—the sun is setting, to be fair—and he hops onto his motorcycle.

Johnny holds out an arm, helping you get into the back of the motorcycle behind him. You grunt as you situate yourself, your hands grabbing his waist as you wiggle a bit. Once you deem yourself safe and comfortable, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and lean against his back. Johnny tilts his head back, bonking his helmet into yours; his way of asking if you’re okay for to him go now, considering you two can’t hear each other. Johnny doesn’t have those helmets with speakers and microphones yet.

You laugh a bit before bonking him back, causing him to rev his motorcycles engine and you feel him begin to drive off. The air feels nice against what skin is exposed as Johnny pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road, slowly speeding up as there is no one else on the road with you two. Your eyes trace the purple-pink clouds and sky, the sun radiating a beautiful orange, the colors looking absolutely jaw dropping tonight.

Your mind begins to wander to the events of tonight; the drinking game that you ended up winning—you aren’t sure how—which is why you’re just a little buzzed. You think about Johnny’s teammates and how they all work together very nicely, even in a civilian environment.. and then your mind drifts to Johnny. Sweet ol’ Johnny in those fucking jeans.

God, you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or what, but something about Johnny in the outfit he wore tonight was making you feel so feral. He is wearing some dark blue jeans that mold to his legs so perfectly, showing off his thick thighs, as well as a white t-shirt and a biker’s jacket over the shirt. Nonetheless, you felt like a goddamn dog because you swore you nearly drooled over him at least three times during the course of the night.

You aren’t sure what demon possesses you to give you the confidence that suddenly surges in your veins, but honestly you can’t bring yourself to care. Your arms slowly unwrap from around his abdomen, and you feel Johnny’s back muscles—that you wanna drag your nails down all of a sudden—tense up. You know he’s probably wondering what you’re doing, but you don’t pay that any mind as your hands go to his sides, slowly sliding down to over the curves of his hips. You feel the material of his jeans underneath your fingers and how the muscle is pressing against the seams—you just can’t help yourself.

You feel the bike turn as you begin to go around a curve in the road. Your hands squeeze his hips before one of your hands presses down and slowly rubs over his thigh to the inner part of it, your fingers squeezing the muscle covered by his jeans. You feel Johnny straighten his posture and you grin underneath your helmet, light arousal flowing through your veins as your other hand slowly moves to his lower stomach, right above the belt buckle of his jeans. You’re suddenly grateful Johnny decided—or more likely forgot—to keep his jacket unzipped, because you can’t resist sliding your hand underneath his shirt.

You feel his skin and the soft hair trailing up to his belly button—his goddamn happy trail, which the acknowledgment of it makes a hot flash to flow through you. Johnny’s stomach muscles flex under your touch and you feel him tense as your fingers threaten to dip underneath the waistband of his jeans. Your other hand drifts dangerously close to his groin, your fingertips nearly brushing directly where you want them to—or, actually seems like where Johnny wants them to.

You didn’t even notice that you’ve come to a stop, and Johnny grabs the wrist of the hand where your fingers are dangerously close to his crotch and cold panic flows through you; is he uncomfortable? Did you go too far, despite the late night flirts and hot, needy kisses over the years? No, none of that. You made the right decision, you realize, as Johnny presses your hand directly against his crotch, pressing your palm into his hardened, clothed cock at the fucking red light.

The cold panic is quickly replaced with burning arousal, slapping you right in the face as you feel a vibration from Johnny’s chest—he’s fucking groaning and rutting his hips into your hand like goddamn dog. Your eyes flutter shut as your lungs stutter in your chest, your hand groping his crotch. Your fingertips scratch at his happy trail, making the muscles underneath his skin stutter.

Johnny’s flips up his visor and looks over his shoulder at you as he shamelessly grinds into your palm, which you’re pressing down onto his cock now. You make eye contact and jesus, he looks fucking delicious. His eyes are half lidded and you can tell his face is red, his pupils blown out—you can barely see, but you know they are—and something tells you this isn’t ending when he drops you off, especially when you feel his cock twitch beneath his jeans when a car rolls up next to you at the red light.

[stag-nite]

[internetmisfitsworld]

Man, I feel bad for Soap fans.

Imagine your fav character being offed in such terrible way compared to the old ones. 💀

The thing is, it was never about not wanting him to die. I think almost every Soap fans are aware of the possibility of him dying again and most of them are accepting of it.

The problem was how he died.

I know that scene parallels with Yuri saving Price from Makarov but the way I see it, it's a mix with when Soap and Price was throwing hands with Shepherd.

For starter, it's utterly insane how OG Soap managed to yeet a knife with god-like precision at Shepherd's eye, all while suffering from a stab wound in the chest.

In the reboot, Soap went for Makarov's shoulder.... instead of his neck? Like I get that he was probably dazed from getting shot in his right shoulder, but come on man 😭 compared THAT to the OG? They made him look incompetent.

Are you really telling me that this man, who for the entirety of the game, went into rage mode whenever Makarov was mentioned, doesn't went for his neck when he's about to stab him??

Hell, even on Verdansk flashback, that man really threw his ass on the floor of the helicopter, ready to end his life right then and there. Is this really the same man??

On god, I'm surprised Soap doesn't just tackled him on the ground and went berzerk on him. Also, what was Makarov's men were doing when Soap went sneak attack on him?

"Oh he did just tell his men to back off and let him handle Price and Soap alone and so obviously they should follow his order even if said enemy was about stab him to death :D". How noble. So technically, Soap would've been dead the moment he rise from the ground and wouldn't even get the chance to lift his knife and Price would be dead :D.

So yeah, it's understandable why people reacted the way they did. They made reboot Soap so amateurish with the way he aim that knife (dude was SAS ffs) AND they killed him off in a horrible way.

Basically, that whole scene just feels odd.

[whereare-myglasses]

Enjoy my shitty editing but this was all I could think of when I saw this

(Original video: @loganrdj on TikTok)

[islandtarochips]

BOOM OPERATOR

*the WTF and the TF141 were trying to do a show as everyone is doing the set up*

Kanoa, got the boom microphone: Oh! Here’s something for you, Ghost! You can be the BOOM operator!

Ghost: Huh? I thought Sparrow AND Blast was the BOOM operator……

*Sparrow and Agnes got a full of TNT behind them*

Sparrow/Agnes: DID SOMEBODY SAY BOOM-

Soap, was SUPPOSED to be in charge of the TWO: NO! WAIT LASS-

*it already exploded the sets even them*

Kanoa/Ghost, was already burnt up: ………

Soap: 🤦‍♂️

Sparrow: ………I think this is too much.

Agnes: *coughed out smoke and fell down*

Arthur’s Note: Yeeeaaah….let this be a reminder to NEVER let these two be put together.

Characters (Left -> Right)

Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton -> @revnah1406

Kanoa Toa -> Me

Agnes “Blast” Falagi -> Me

Inspo Vid: