#trans john soap mactavish x reader

[cxrsedeclipse]

Thinking about Trans!Soap completing a mission and taking a shower in his quarters, just thinking about you and your arms, thighs, cock, body in general and fingering that pretty hole of his, the wetness of his cunt mixing with the shampoo.

Thinking about Trans!Soap coming to your quarters to cuddle, burying his face into your neck and nuzzling into you, all to end up rubbing his clothed cunt against your boxer’s bulge, letting out quiet moans and whines into your ear and humping you till he makes a wet spot in both his and your boxers.

Thinking about Trans!Soap kissing all over your chest, trailing down the kisses to your stomach and to your abs, kissing down your happy trail as he sucks at the wet spot on your boxers, rubbing his needy wet pussy through his own boxers.

Thinking about Trans!Soap pulling your boxers down and riding you even though you’re exhausted and about to fall asleep, bouncing up and down your cock and adjusting the position for you to hit that pretty little sweet spot and won’t stop until you cum multiple times or protest.

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

[astr0exe]

omg what about a guard dog TM reader but who’s such a whiny bottom with maybe ghost or soap?? idk!!! drooling tbh 🫢

so.. large scary tm!reader who is just a whiny mess ?? ,, this is more hc’s than a proper shot (hope thats okay darlin)

:: CW // tm!reader , size kink , puppy play (ish?)

☆ Reader who is built like a brick wall , thinking 6’3-5 pure muscle , maybe goth / grundge

☆ poor boy is just so scary.. Needs someone to take care of him.. Soap will happily volunteer:]

☆ your voice straining as you nearly choke Soap with your muscular thighs ,, whimpers and whines filling the room as Soap’s tongue flicks your sensitive cock

☆ your eyes rolling back as your grip the sheets tightly as Soap looks up at you from between your legs his moans are also loud just from your thighs around his head as you orgasm, tears dripping down your face

“such a good fucking puppy for me.. Just needing someone to look after you huh?“

[omegapropaganda]

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Burnt Honey ch. 9

poly141 x M!Omega!Reader

omegaverse

"You have been a member of Shadow Company and Phillip Graves' omega for years suffering at his hand until you meet the members of Task Force 141. They help you learn to love again while you help them destroy Shadow Company from the bottom up."

John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Reader, John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson (past), Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader (toxic), Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas

be very aware of the tags and read them thoroughly. Major trigger warnings for graphic descriptions of male on male non-con/rape, manipulation, degradation (not the fun kind), and general abusive toxic sexual relations. These are not romanticized and very much harm Reader.

please take care of yourself if you are sensitive to these issues and still decide to proceed with reading this fic. I will not be held responsible for your actions after you read these warnings, okay?

[sirrabbithat]

Been thinking about a COD!bird hybrid Au. But their all like really fancy birds- I'll definitely be turning this into a fanfic

I'll split this into two posts!

Soap is a new guinea cock of the rock. Mostly for the natural Mohawk. He's trans in this au so he has the bright blue eyes and naturally brown mowhawk and wings. He dyes everything he can orange.

Ghost is a snowy owl because ofc he is, but he doesn't have any of those black stripes on him they usually have. And if he dose have them their barely noticable. Both of them are large and strong hunters and usually work alone unless with a mate (soap) and both seem to have a terminal case of RBF.

Price is a European bee eater. Their very Social little guys and are extremely fast. The colors aren't exactly tactical but I image he uses temp feather dye to darken his wings and feathers before going on an Op. European bee eaters are also extremely focused hunters, similar to Price.

Gaz is a Costas hummingbird because I think their adorable. But similar to the bee eater price is based off of their extremely fast and nimble, the pop of purple feathers mixed into military green and white wings is also something I'm obsessed with. Plus with his wings moving as fast as hummingbird wings do he shouldn't fall out of any (more) helicopters anytime soon

Roach would be a puffin. Their both weird little guys who like to get into strange shaped places. Ie: a hole in the wall. He'd probably pick away at some drywall and make a nest next to a gas line.

(I was so upset to learn his antenna aren't cannon) 😔

[theirishwolfhound]

MDNI (Puppy Hybrid!Reader x Gaz and Soap ideas)

Instead of writing my story I sit and imagine how the 141 sergeants would treat their sweet puppy hybrid when they finally get home from a mission. Doesn't even have to be a hybrid with the way I'm writing it, lowkey puppy play. Have fun.

I think Gaz is ready to come home and pamper his pup. Give them a bath, cook them a good meal and make them a few cinnamon biscuits since the ones the stores sell are usually stale. He loves watching how their tail wags and how they bounce on the balls of their feet while waiting for their treat. Of course he is a good handler and makes sure his pup gets all the love they need. Cuddling them lovingly as he slips his cock into their needy hole.

Meanwhile I think Soap is the one who can't keep his hands off of his pretty pup. Sure he pampers them, but almost all the time while doing so he's bullying his cock into their hole. He does give the best aftercare, making sure they're clean and having the best cuddle nap of their life— but he himself is a dog at heart and can't keep his mits off of them. The man needs his own handler just to keep his damn paws off his pup, but his pup loves and relishes in the attention.

That's all thanks

[brineoffire]

Wings and Wires- Chapter 2

I've done it! This time im trying out a switch of pov :> Also! Trying to come up with a posting schedule that works for me, so ill pin that post if i actually figure one out!

Part 1-

Price marches over to the meeting room, a steady plume of smoke rising from the cigar between his lips. Barging into the room he lifts his chin, his tail swaying

gently behind him as he counts all his boys present. Ghost cross armed against the back wall. Gaz sits near the front of the

table, legs crossed on his seat. Soap sits across him, arms crossed behind his head. Lastly, Roach sits just in front of where Ghost stands, picking at his knuckles.

“Right then boys, it's an infalteration.”He says as he moves to the head of the table. The projector clicks on as he wakes up a laptop while he sits. 

"As you all know Los Panteros have been working off the coast for several months now. We've traced them back from Las Vegas and have finally been able to track their leader, Alphonse Velez. He's hosting a party at the end of this month and we're going in.” Price looks around as the others all nod or grunt in agreement. Soap is the first one to sit up and say something.

“A’right then cap’. When we doin’ this?” 

“We’re movin’ to set up recon in two weeks. Roach’ll be on overwatch with you as an escort. There known to have infernal sigils up so Ghost’ll have ta be backup while Gaz and I go undercover.”

“Cap!”  “Wai’ a sec-” “You?”

Price’s hand raises as all of them speak up at once. “Aye’ easy now you lot.”

“But sir, they’re known dragon dealers! You would be at too much of a risk!” Gaz has his palms down on the table, his wings flaring up as he speaks up.

“Right. Which is why Laswell’s got a spellcaster to cook up a disguise spell. The two dragons ‘es got are always patrolling outside, so Gaz’s scent will cover us enough to get in jus’ fine.” The rest of the room settles slowly as he presses on with his explanation.

“No more fuss now lads. We stick to the plan, get our intel, ‘n everything ‘ll be right as rain.” Soap's pointed ears pin back to his head and Gaz's feathers stay roused. Theres a low humming growl in the back of Roach’s throat as Ghost steps up behind him squeezing his shoulder in reassurance. 

“If things do go south we all move in. We aint leavin’ without makin’ sure yer outta there cap.” Price gives Ghost a nod as his gaze softens, looking from him to Roach.

“We move together. This is just recon fer now. Should be no noise so long as we stick to the plans.” The tension in the room slowly simmers back down, Price stepping over to Gaz.

“Come now birdie.” He rests a hand on the back of the harpy’s neck. “You'll be right there with me.” Gaz relaxes into the touch, his feathers smoothing out as he looks Price in the eye. His feathers ruffle up softly this time as he nods along with Price's reassurances.

"Aye cap. Up ta me ta keep ya’ safe then, yeah?” Various laughs and chuckles sound out around the room. Price crouches down to get eye to eye with him. One hand settles on Gaz's knee, the other cupping his cheek, clawed finger tips tickling his neck.

"Ata’ boy. We run this tight, get in an’

out, ‘n flush out the rats.” Gaz's wings settle on his back as he leans into Price's hand. He nods again and Price steps up to his feet again.

“Alright then. Rehearsal time lads.” Headed back to the head of the table he flips the laptop to the next slide. “The compound we've linked ‘im to is just off the North coast. Looks like a warehouse but the inside is modified into what looks like a dining hall. With what we've uncovered we know the dragons under his command are used as guards. They patrol outside during events, starting an hour before and staying out two hours after each one.” He looks over at them, catching each of their glances to make sure there are no questions. 

“Gaz ‘n I'll have false identities that Lazwell an’ ‘er team have been cultivating. Weapons dealers from overseas, setting up in the U.S. much like Alphonso has done ‘imself. I want you you all ta keep yer wits about you.We’ve got two weeks between then and now so lets get prepped for the usual.”

“Understood cap.” “Yssir.” “Right.” They all sound off their agreements, Roach even letting off several clicks of approval. They discuss ammo stocks before breaking off separately. Roach heads off with Ghost leaving Soap and Gaz to set up their restock. Price watches them go with a smile on his lips, his tail swaying contently as he lets off another puff of his cigar.. 

The weeks pass quickly, all of them keeping busy and triple checking their equipment until they finally pooled their vehicles. It only takes

about eight hours to drive to their temporary base, and setup only took another half hour. Soap and Roach focus on their electronics. Tapping into city cameras and setting up their comms. They take extra care to keep them all connected, making sure each line has a strong connection tied to communication spells as a backup.

Once it's all set up they spend the rest of the day in each other's company. Price does his best to keep the nerves down, but even with his constant reassurance and firm touches Ghost and Roach are on edge. He finds them scanning over the surveillance cameras for what could probably be the fifth or sixth time in the hour. He sets his hands on both of Ghost’s shoulders, squeezing gently and he rests his chin on the other's head.

“Easy there boys, nothins guna’ change enough for either of you to be stressin’ this much. Take a breather Si, I need both a you to save it for tomorrow night.” Roach lets off a few low chirping sounds as Ghost leans back into Price’s touch. He reaches over to Roach, his hand gently squeezing the back of his neck. 

“You’ve done more than enough for now. Take a breather fer now.” Ghost sighs but relents, turning his chair from the monitors and facing Price. 

“It’d be much easier ta relax if they didn’t have sigils up. Can’t see a damn thing through those fuckin’ walls. These are strong enough to block scents too so once Gaz and you are in there I’m cut off.” Roach trills softly, setting a hand on Ghost’s arm.

“I know, I know, but we don’t have any way of countering these sigils without our cover bein’ blown. Our comms are reinforced with sending spells so we got ears at all times. Like I said, we stick to the plan an’ theyll be nuthin ta worry about.” Ghost gives a nod and takes a deep breath. “Now cmon, the both of ya’.” Price pulls the two of them up from their seats, a hand on both of their backs leading them to the sofa that Gaz and Soap have already sprawled out on. They all shift around, Ghost ending up with Soap over his lap, Price leaning on an arm rest, legs over the length of the sofa with Gaz and Roach sitting on them as they lean on each other.

Their closeness slowly eases the rest of the tension as they wait for their window to open, a large television playing some cheesy rerun of a show they’d seen together beforehand. The time passes slowly as they all mellow out, Soap’s chatter eventually drowning out the television. Laughter fills the room as Ghost's attempts to silence him with a sofa cushion only leads to a face full of wolf drool and a high speed chase through the base. Price chuckles and pulls Roach and Gaz further onto his lap, choosing more relaxation over chasing after his rabid dogs. They all end up spending the night together in the same bedroom, Ghost dragging in a smirking Soap by the scruff as they spend the rest of the night in soft silence.

[lieutnt]

also ig since they’re open, this is a formal request for more trans bottom soap 😵‍💫😵‍💫 u could write this mf folding laundry and i’d still eat that shit up bro, keep up the good work :) -⚡️🥤

This makes me think of free use Soap, who walks around wearing loose boxers/shorts - ones you don’t even need to pull down, you just push them to the side and slide right in. 

As soon as he feels you pressing against his back he’s bending over and jutting his ass out like the tease that he is, grinding against your bulge no matter what he’s doing.

He’s folding laundry and your hands are snaking under his shirt, stroking up his chest and playing with his nipples. Soap instinctually leans back against you, rubbing himself over your bulge and he’s whining when your hands leave him. You kiss at his neck in an apology, only taking your hands off him long enough to pull your cock free and push his bottoms to the side. 

He’s squirming against you when the fat head of your cock is pushing at his cunt, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, testing the give until you’re sliding inside inch by inch, low moans of pleasure escaping you both. 

Soap gives up on the laundry then and there, freeing his hands so he can hold onto you when you start to toy with his nipples again, fingers digging into your arm as you start a slow pace, easing yourself back until just the head of your cock is inside his slick pussy and then pushing forward. 

On days like that it never takes long until you’re rutting into him, his cunt already loose from the previous rounds you’ve had in different parts of the house.

[injestedsoap]

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish cruising around on his board at all hours, the worst thing that ever happened to this little town was an unemployed 25 year old and his skateboard.

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish with his flannel tied around his waist and a backpack full of spray paint, he has a minor offense rap sheet a mile long for all the times he's been caught tagging public property.

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish who the girls (and guys and enbies) in the shops are all too damn charmed by him to ever call for a manager or security when they see him pull up and start causing a ruckus.

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish offering to walk you home every night and skating along beside you whether you say yes or not.

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish who gets chased away by security from the front of the store you work at enough times that you finally agree to go out with him.

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish buying burgers and shakes and taking you to the skate park after hours, sitting with you in the bowl while you eat talking about work, school, whatever.

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish holding you close to his chest as the two of you coast along the bowl together on his board.

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish holding your hands as he teaches you to skate, chasing along beside you when you get the hang of it and roll along on your own.

skateboarder/local menace johnny mactavish telling you he's a good boy, a gentleman, right up until he can't stop giggling and lets you drag him into your apartment by his wallet chain.

[ace-inthehole]

Soap asking trans male reader "Is that a gun in yer pocket or are ye just happy to see me" and reader staring directly into Soap's eyes and replies with a "Both."

[chadchady]

Dom m!user x bot! FTM soap

Warning - mdni, fem aligned dni, scent kink, barebacking, breath play?, noncon, PiV, cunnilingus(not really tbh) , face sitting, fingering, masterbation, helplessness, ig somno, underwear fetish,

You were new, or the newest. You had been there for two months so far. While you had been welcomed with open arms, a specific sergeant welcomed you with open legs and a nice hairy cunt in between them. Not literally but it seemed like it. Soap was addicted to you, your scent, your face, hair, muscles, legs, anything and everything.

It had been your average day on base, a lot of hurry up and wait, paperwork, a headache pounding from the yelling. You are currently sitting in the empty mess hall at 11 pm, sipping some peppermint tea, you could feel yourself getting ill already, fuck you hated flu season. You tried to inhale through your nose but couldn’t, you grab a rough napkin and blow your nose with a groan. You grab a second napkin, dapping the sweat off your forehead and neck. You rest your head on the table for a few seconds but your startled out you dazed state by what feels like breeze, you look back, nothing, but you notice the napkin you wiped your sweat on was gone. Your too tired to care.

You drag your feet all the way back to your room, you feel hot, like you have a fever, so you strip. Now butt ass naked, you flop down on your bed and quickly fall asleep. You’re awoken way too soon by a scuffle and creak of the floor. You tiredly look up to see soap.

“Soap?” You groan as you rub your eyes “hey uh, I saw you in the uh uh mess hall, so I-I came to check on you- I saw you I-in the mess hall” he stutters a little, he seemed nervous. He quickly exits you room without saying anything. You would go see what’s up but. You’re too sick to care. Meanwhile, soaps having the time of his life in his room.

He’s laying against the headboard of his bed, one hand playing with his soaked cunt, the other holding your musky underwear up to his face, huffing the scent like it’s a drug. His whines and moans of desperation are muffled by the underwear, the drool slowly dripping down his face is caught by the underwear. It’s not enough for him, he needs the real smell, he needs your cock inside of him.

He pushes himself out of bed, he grabs a pair of loose shorts and slips them on before leaving his room. He hurriedly makes his way to your room. Soaps mind is clouded by arousal, he can hardly think about anything but you. He carefully opens your door and sees you sitting up, half awake, aggressively blowing your nose. You groan when leaning over to throw the tissue away. The noise makes Soaps thighs clench.

“Hey, i think I have a remedy” he says with a smile, though you can’t see it through the darkness. Soap would be awkward about this normally but the fog in his mind was just additional confidence. “What?” You croak, voice hoarse and painfully raspy. ��Just lay back, close your eyes and open your mouth” he mutters and you do it. In a few seconds, you feel heat about your face and before you can process it you feel Soaps hot pussy against your face, his thighs squeezing your head. You feel too sick to do anything. He’s grinding against your face, it’s hard to breathe, but you liked the musky smell more than oxygen anyways.

You feel his hands firmly planted on your chest to help himself buck against your face, high whines and moans fill the room. With an particularly deep breath, you feel yourself cough against his cunt. Soap, who moans loudly at the odd sensation as he arches his back, giving you a moment(less than a second) to catch your breathe before grinding again. For what feels like and eternity of oxygen deprivation and the slick dripping down your face and neck and onto the bed, Soap finally pushes himself off your face. He pulls the covers down to expose your cock to him, he practically moans in excitement and desperation.

He takes little time to spit on your cock and stoke it a few times before he positions himself over it. He plunges it deep inside himself pulling an explicit moan from his throat and a weak groan from you. He sets a pelvis cracking pace. You feel your head pounding and lift your hand up to his face before shoving two fingers into his mouth, which he moans around and begins sucking and licking them. You buck your hips up into him and with a loud moan (that your fingers couldn’t even muffle) he squirts all over you, which makes you cum into his warm pussy. You feel the exhaustion take over and you pass out.

Soap contracted your sickness the next day

Should I make a outsiders au?

[gofishygo]

[astr0exe]

werewolf soap with puppy trans masc reader? maybe like breeding or something? something along those lines—

i feel like i wrote this really weirdly cause there is no dialogue BUt actually rlly enjoyed writing this.. like so much. Hope you have a good day / night ml !! <3

// CW ; tm!reader (cock used like once) , puppy reader (lil guy has me in a choke hold) , werewolf Soap , breeding , creampie , hybrid AU i guess

Puppy!Reader whose ears twitch and tail wags just from the scent of Werewolf!Soap walking in the room, your excited whines floating through the air as Soap’s tail wags, his grin stretched wide across his face as he makes his way towards you. Your tail whacking against the soft bed you are laying on, huffing and yelping happy to see your boyfriend.

Werewolf!Soap who laughs at the sight of his excited puppy all whiny and needy for him. He reaches the bed and lays down next to you, stroking your ears and playing with the fur softly, your bodies touching, his thigh between your legs, hitting your swollen cock softly. Your whimpers change in volume, not just excited but now also needy, just a needy puppy who needs his Johnny.

Werewolf!Johnny who can’t help but pounce on you once you start moaning, his hand down your pants as your tongues entwine. His fingers hammering into your hole loosening you enough for his fat cock.:(

Puppy!Reader who grinds against Soap’s fingers, moaning like a bitch in heat as your whines get louder. The smell of your juices filling Johnny's nose as you, gripping his fingers with your hole tightly.

Puppy!Reader who BEGS werewolf!Johnny to fill them up. Begging the poor man for his pups, you want his kids so bad don’t you pup? Want him to breed you. Knock you up. And a Werewolf!Johnny who can’t help but want to fuck his kids into you as well. His cock actually hurting with how hard he gets at the thought of you being round with his kids. Wanting to make you a dad so fucking bad.

Werewolf!Johnny whos cock pounds into your soaking cunt, your pussy so tight it's as if it's trying to milk all the cum from his poor cock, but shit if that doesn’t make him nearly cum.. (I digress) Johnny thanking the stars for his stamina and short recovery period, knowing he could cum in you four five times in just a single night, and knowing you would happily let him use your pretty body to do whatever he likes with it.

Puppy!Reader who cums at least seven times in the night, completely tired out even whilst Soap is still assaulting your poor pussy.:( Even blacking out a few times from the overstimulation and pure exhaustion. But when you do wake up, you smile feeling Johnny beside you, your stomach bulging with his cum, his cock still inside you half hard and one of his hands softly rubbing your tummy protectively

[omegapropaganda]

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Burnt Honey ch. 8

poly141 x M!Omega!Reader

omegaverse

"You have been a member of Shadow Company and Phillip Graves' omega for years suffering at his hand until you meet the members of Task Force 141. They help you learn to love again while you help them destroy Shadow Company from the bottom up."

John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Reader, John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson (past), Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader (toxic), Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas

be very aware of the tags and read them thoroughly. Major trigger warnings for graphic descriptions of male on male non-con/rape, manipulation, degradation (not the fun kind), and general abusive toxic sexual relations. These are not romanticized and very much harm Reader.

please take care of yourself if you are sensitive to these issues and still decide to proceed with reading this fic. I will not be held responsible for your actions after you read these warnings, okay?

[subwaystragedy]

Sergeant's Sit Down || Soap x Dom!Ftm Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Slight Hair Pulling, Cockwarming, and Very Soft and Whiney John McTavish

A simple make out session, that's all it was supposed to be, just a slow and gentle moment between you and Soap is all he wanted. Time away from 141 as they all sleep in their bunks, your lips against his being the only way to muffle his whines and whimpers. The man sensitive from being inside you with no movement for so long, trying his best to obey your previous demand, telling him not to move as you make him bottom out inside you, sitting in his lap as you grind your own t-dick against him. Giving yourself your own pleasure but denying him any of his own, yanking the little amount of hair on the back and top of his head as you feel him try and thrust into you. It having grown out a bit, helping you grip it in your fingers.

“Be still,” you mumble against his lips, making him whine as he makes another pathetic attempt to roll into you, the suddenness of it almost makes you not recognize the movement. Tugging him away from your lips completely by the ends of his hair, "Johnny." Your tone stern and warning, "S-sorry sir," his whiney and desperate voice makes you smile. The switch from the assertive and harsh tone to your gentle look and loving smile you give him as the man whimpering, leaning in to rest his head against your shoulder. Moving his hands from the side of your waist to wrapping his arms around you fully, trying to control his movements to avoid the dissatisfied look you’d give him.

Almost giggling as you play with the ends of his mohawk, it reaching a little past his shoulders from not being cut for so long, “Doin’ good baby boy, think you can handle a little longer?” He whines into your neck, kissing it tenderly a few times before he nods, “Good boy,” you praise him, feeling him pulse inside you as he releases more pre-cum inside your cunt. Making you chuckle lightly at his desperation, kissing his head best you can as he starts to suck hickeys onto your skin, biting it and running his tongue over the forming mark. Making you sigh contently, knowing exactly what he's doing, trying to suck up to you so he can move, the way you grind on him to get pleasure on your own dick not enough for him. Only making him more desperate to hear you outright moan his name instead of the little huffs you let out, want- no, needing more than what you’re giving.

“Please,” he mumbles against your skin, “Need more,” he continues to kiss your neck, moving to the little area of your exposed shoulder, unintentionally rolling his hips into you, regretting it imminently as you yet again pull his hair harshly. “I told you to wait,” the bark in your voice has him whimpering out a simple, “‘m sorry,” as he looks up at you, watching as you narrow your eyes at him, a silent clue he picks up as he restates, “I’m sorry sir.” Once again watching you go from irritated to pleased with the satisfactory apology. Leaning to kiss his lips gently and quickly, “There you go pretty boy,” you speak lowly, your rough and deep voice, like usual, getting to him as he lets out a prolonged whine, hiding his face in your neck. Clicking your tongue in dissatisfaction about the action from Soap, “No, no, no, I wanna see you Johnny,” placing his face in your hands as you make him raise his head.

The sight of him makes you clench around him, biting your lip at the beauty beneath you, his brows raised and knitted in pleasure, eyes glossy with tears threatening to fall as you continue to tease him, the praise mixed with the occasional disappointed looks getting to him. “P-please sir, l-let me move,” he begs beautifully, and it almost makes you give in, tilting your head to the side as you pout your lips. Kissing him again once, talking softly as you roll your hips on him with more vigor, almost bouncing on him to get your own pleasure but ignoring his, only giving him a little to spur on his noises. Succeeding in your mission of teasing him as you hear him whine, looking up at you eagerly and hopefully as he hears you hum, a simple, “No,” ruining the hope he had. Soap almost whaling at his request being denied.

“Please sir please, please I- I need to move,” the neediness in his voice is amusing, making you smile sadistically as you start to properly bounce on him just to still after a few moments pass. The stimulation being taken away so abruptly causing a cry to rip through him, leaning in to kiss him so he’ll quiet down, knowing he’ll only get louder if you don’t. Pushing your tongue into his mouth as once again whines, luckily being muffled from you exploring his mouth, his hands going under your shirt to tease your nipples. Making you moan as he traces your top surgery scars, always loving the intimacy of actions no matter how small the gesture is, clenching unintentionally around once before repeating the action over and over again to spur on his orgasm. Knowing he’s close with the moans he lets out into your mouth, keeping your hips still as you keep up the simple action, squeezing around him as he keeps still inside you. 

The kiss going from a clean french kiss to a sloppy make out session as Soap begins to drool, pulling away on his own accord to tell you, “‘m- gonna cum!” loudly yelling it, pulling his hair as you tell him to quiet down. Watching him nod with a small whine coming from him, moving to kiss and bite his neck, clearly overstimulating his as he starts to back his hips away from you, once again pulling his hair. Tugging more harshly and dominantly now that he’s trying to get away from you pulsing your pussy around his girth, continuing to bite his neck, running your tongue along the marks as he whimper and mewls under you. “Cum for me Johnny,” is all it takes for him to spill inside you, almost crying as he does, slightly disappointed with himself for cumming on command and so soon. The feeling immediately being washed away as he watches you close your eyes and moan, the grip in his hair tightening at the pleasure you receive from him filling you up shows. Pushing himself up to kiss you, it catching you off guard before you smile into him.

Pulling away as you hold his face in your hands, looking at him lovingly before resting your forehead against his, “Maybe tomorrow night you can fuck me, yeah Johnny?” hearing him hum in agreement immediately, making you smile lightly, kissing him once again tenderly before sighing peacefully in his arms.

[bunnyreaper]

shy fingies

im having a really bad dysphoria day

if possible can i have some trans masc reader/141 comfort? no pressure, im just havin a hard day bc i have medical issues that make a medical transition unsafe and my dysphoria is kicking my asssss

hi!! no need for shy fingies! the dysphoria has been coming too for me lately, so im sending my love your way!! if this sucks im sorry in advance!! ;__;

tf141 x trans male! reader, platonic. brief mentions of transphobia, protective!141, reader users a binder.

It had been a shitty day all round, and things only continued to get worse. 

The day had started with forcing yourself into the shower, in the pitch black darkness, because you just couldn't face it with the light on. Your chest felt tighter than usual, and your skin just felt distinctly not like home. 

When you'd made your way into the canteen for breakfast, the new recruits were staring again, clearly talking about you amongst themselves as they snickered and judged and whispered words and phrases you really never wanted to hear.

Your only salvation was that you were ending this shitty day with a movie night with your task force. 

"Lad!" Soap calls out to you as you enter the rec room with a bag of snacks in hand. "It's yer lucky day, you get ta pick the movie." 

Soap pats the couch beside him as Ghost, Gaz, and the Captain offer their usual smiles. 

"Uh, I'm not too fussed, you can pick." You offer Soap a forced, tight smile as you try your hardest to get comfortable, despite the constriction at your chest. Today it felt a little worse than usual. 

Gaz lets out a groan, as Ghost's eyes narrow. "He picked last week." 

Offering a shrug, you remember you need to grab a drink before you get too settled into the plush of the couch. When you approach the kitchenette, you notice Price beside you.  

"Everything alright, son?" He asks, his hand clasping down on your shoulder as he offers a soothing smile. "Not yourself tonight." 

Son. As the youngest in the taskforce, Price's sweet and affirming nickname for you makes your heart soar.

You struggle to meet his eye as you mumble your response--a clear lie. "I'm fine, just tired." 

Your captain doesn't seem convinced in the slightest, as he remains by your side as you move round the kitchenette. 

"Can always talk to me, you know that? Or any of the boys?" 

"I know." You sigh, knowing they'd be supportive even if they never can quite understand. 

Another body comes closer, joining in the concern party that Price is throwing. It's Gaz, the same look of worry plastered over his face.

"Something happened?" He asks. 

"No." You snap, just a little too quickly, and the entire room falls silent with Soap and Ghost's conversation ending as they turn their attention to you. "Oh god, can you all stop staring at me?!" 

Gaz's hand replaces Price's on your shoulder as he tries to soothe you. "Talk to us, c'mon." 

Ghost and Soap join you all in the kitchen, and the pressure of them all worrying about you is almost too much to handle. They all look so worried, so protective--though you'd long come to accept that it was mostly because you're the baby of the team. 

"The new recruits were talking shit about me behind my back, you know, that kind of shit." You sigh, staring at the floor and wishing it would swallow you whole. 

The atmosphere of the room changes in an instant. 

"I want names, now." Price's words are a demand laced with anger, though not a shred of it directed at you. 

"Captain..." You call out, as Price is already halfway to the door ready to pull the recruits out of bed and give them the dressing down of a lifetime. 

Soap shakes his head. "Easier if you just tell him, lad." Soap's eyes are kind and soft as he considers you, though you know that he will have some choice words for them too next time he's training them. You almost pity them. 

You mutter out the names of the ones you had recognised, and try not to flinch as Price nods and slams the door behind him as he leaves.

"How long have you had your binder on for?" Ghost asks, his gaze severe with concern. 

"Uh... since 6am." 

He sighs, in his 'not mad, just disappointed' older brother way. "Did you take a break at lunch like you're supposed to?" 

You give him a sarcastic look, and cross your arms over yourself defensively. "It'll be fine, promise." 

The door swings open, Soap coming back into the room with Gaz in tow, and you hadn't even realised they have left in the first place. 

Soap holds out a massive bundle of black fabric, while Gaz has a silky garment in his hands. 

"Biggest hoodie of mine I could find, lad, and a fresh compression shirt." Soap explains, as passes the clothes to you. "Binder off, yeah? Then we'll get under the blanket and turn off the lights." 

"And you still have to pick the movie." Gaz smiles.

You nod in compliance before you head to the bathroom to get changed--freeing yourself from the binder and quickly covering yourself with Gaz's shirt and Soap's hoodie. While your chest still aches just a little, the unease you expect doesn't come on as strong as you expected. 

Maybe it's the sense that you get to go back into that room with a group of guys who accept you for who you are and have never made you feel lesser. 

When you get back to the rec room, Price has returned, and the room is cast in darkness. The Captain gives you a nod, but offers no further comment--which means he won't be addressing it tonight. 

You get comfortable on the couch between Soap and Ghost, and try to ignore the groans as you make suggestion after suggestion that they all hate, and you eventually settle on something all of you have seen before. 

You snuggle under the blanket with Soap, and feel euphoric when Ghost wordlessly accepts your toes wiggling under his thigh. Every once in a while, you'll meet the eyes of your captain and see his fond gaze, or Gaz will look to you when there's something funny so he can see if you're laughing too. 

Right there, on that couch, you feel at home with your brothers, with yourself.