#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]

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]

🔥🍯🔥

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?

[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."

[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. 

[waffles-art-writing]

Platonic!Task Force 141 X Medic!FtM!Reader

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Summary: You just wanted a quiet evening to fill out paper work, but you get a surprise visit by the team. They say you’re just like your brother, Price talks to you after you stitch up the boys.

Proofread: Yes when I was half asleep :) - so not really

Pairing: Platonic! Task Force 141 x Medic! FtM!Reader

WordCount: IDK

Age Rating: 15+ preferably

Codename: Stitch

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: swearing, light description of injury, normal COD talk, banter, yelling, pissed off reader. Reader is Trans!

Request: YES! Thank you so much!

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You tap your pen on your desk as you read over numerous files, all of them stating similar words to many questions. One of the younger medics is cleaning up the medical wing while you have locked yourself away in your office, shutting the world out as you pinch the bridge of your nose. You drop the pen on the dark oak desk, grabbing the files and storming out of the office, you are reading over a particular file in hand. Written in messy chicken scratch on the patient sheet is ‘Sergeant Mactavish’ and ‘Sergeant Garrick’ . You know them both, well. Too well in fact, yet they don’t know too much about you. You’ve patched them both and the rest of the 141 far too many times for you to count.

Price recruited you for your skills with field medicine, you weren’t always a medic. You were once in communication, but your brother convinced you to become a medic when he showed you some tips and tricks. Which you ate up like a starved animal. You never knew how much this would help further your career in the military, especially after witnessing the tragedy that has left a deep wound in your heart for the rest of your life.

You rip open the curtain that conceals a bed fromt he rest of the medical ward. Your hands clutch the papers in hand, arms crossing over your chest. “What the fuck did you do?” You sneer, your voice low as you eye the two sergeants, Ghost is watching from the side, Price next to him with a small smirk. “Oh hey doc!” Soap cheers, trying to keep you from blowing a fuse. Gaz is sitting there quietly, his hand clutching the side of his arm. “The first patient file I picked up is yours, Mactavish! And you have the heart to include Garrick on this horribly written excuse of a reason as to WHY! You both have either a bullet or knife in your arms!?” You yell, your voice cracking slightly as you growl at them both. Ghost is silently thanking whatever god is out there, that he’s not the one being scolded this time round.

“And YOU!” You spit, pointing at Price and Ghost with the papers, your hold on the flimsy sheets causing them to crumple. “You left them unsupervised?! How idiotic are you guys!?” You slap the papers down on the side table, grabbing some gloves out of their box from the wall. Pulling them on, you're seething. “I’m sorry Stitch… we didn’t mean to actually get hurt…” Gaz quietly mumbles as he looks at you from the other side of the Soap. They are both seated on the edge of the medical bed, Gaz by the foot do the bed, Soap up by the head of the bed.

You grit your teeth as you turn around. You’re slightly shorter than all the men in the room, not by much, but still shorter. Price can see how much like your twin brother you are, the same concern when it comes to caring for the team, the same rage that fuels you when someone has done something idiotic. “It’s fine… No, actually it's not! It’s not fine! You’re both grown men for Christ's sake, you both gotta learn how to stop being children.” You huff out as you stand in front of Gaz, he’s the one that got clipped by the bullet on his bicep. Your touch is soft when you work on cleaning the injury. “Look Lad, we didn’t mean to-” Soap goes quiet when you stare at him out of the corner of your eye. “You have the same look as your brother…” Soap states.

They all knew your brother, he was one of the field medics that helped them in the past on a few missions and especially when they got back. They always went to him for his help, but when the chopper got shot down that he was in, they couldn’t find anyone else they could trust to come on the missions. That is until they found out he had a twin, Price knew of you, he promised to your brother to help you through everything. He was one of the main supporters to help you through your transition, even teaching you how to shave. Which was an experience and half. Many small cuts on your jaw…

“Yeah well, I am his twin after all Mactavish” You huff, gently applying gauze to Gaz’s arm and wrapping it securely in a bandage. “Thank’s” Gaz states quietly, you nod as you change the gloves to a clean pair to start working on Soap. Price is talking to them both, Ghost adding a few things here and there while you just quietly work on stitching up the Scotsman’s arm. You securely stitch up the wound, giving Gaz his knife back after cleaning it. “Now, you two gotta stop doing stupid shit.” You growl as you finish wrapping Soap’s arm. He nods his thanks as he moves his arm around a little, a small wince forming.

“Take pain meds every four hours, on the hour… You don’t want to be chasing the pain like you always do…” you sigh, cleaning up the area. They all nod their thanks, taking the pain meds from you one their way out. Price stops just shy of the door. You turn to look at him, you notice he's staring at you. “Price?” Your voice is quiet, you feel like there's something on your face.

Price walks over, his hand coming up to your jaw. He’s noticed something, definitely. “Be more careful with that razor kid. Don’t wanna slice your neck open next time…” he sighs, his thumb running over the irritated wound on the underside of your jaw. How the hell did he notice that? You don’t have a clue, other than he just knows. “Yeah, I know… one of the rookies slammed open the bathroom door so I got spooked is all…” you chuckles lightly, shrugging as Price just smiles, shaking his head lightly. “You’ve done good kid… your brother would be proud.” He states, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Thanks… He would be happy to know I can still put the boys in their place even as a guy.” You laugh, Price chuckles along with you, he turns to leave. “You know where to find me if you need something, kid, see you at the debrief tomorrow at O-Six-Hundred.” He says over his shoulder, leaving you with a wave. You nod as you turn to walk back to your office, your hand subconsciously coming up to touch the small cut. You’re happy you have Price there for you, the team doesn’t seem to mind at all about your transition, if they even know anything about it that is.

Overall, working for the 141 has its highs and lows, but you still love them even if they drive you up the walls mad.

[thesevro]

soap; control [mature]

[mwii] trans john mactavish x cis male reader soap literally riding the shit out of you

cw: explicit smut; penetration (p in v sex); pwp; overstimulation

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"You can take it, can't you?" He looses a laugh into your ear when you nod your head with such fevered vigor you nearly headbutt him. "Yeah, that's a good boy. Ye fill me up so well."

Soap feels the hot pool of arousal in his belly run deeper as you whimper at his words, throwing your head back and thrusting your hips up and into his. It's like you can barely take it but want to do everything to please him. 

And through the haze of his own belly-deep pleasure, through the feel of your cock stretching him and nudging against a spot inside him so good he feels tears prick his eyes, Soap understands. He understands why this is so hard for his boy. Because even he can just barely take what he gives you. Because whenever he slows down, he makes sure to give your cock a tight kegel squeeze so that his pussy feels more like a hot fist of velvet than a smooth, welcoming hole. He wants to make it hurt for you.

Even then, he never relents. Whenever you bare your throat to him, chest heaving, Soap thumbs the peaks of your nipples and rubs his tongue in loving circles just beneath your ear. Makes sure he trails it down the outline of your throat so that every inch of your skin feels his lips. You seem to melt every time he does it, wrapping a hand around his bicep to cling to him as he rides you and licks the sweat off your skin. 

And the sounds you make are delicious. If he weren't bouncing on top of you, he'd be weak in the knees and on the floor. He tries to memorize each of your whimpers, each of your exhales, even as he lifts his hips and slams them down faster than a second can pass. Every time your mouth opens around a moan, he drags his body upward to tilt your mouth up to his by the back of your head with one of his hands, moving to trail his tongue along your lips in a quick movement before pushing it inside your mouth. When he does that, your body gives a precious little shiver. But even for him, the warmth in two of his holes is too much. 

"God, Johnny," you groan. It's one of the deep ones. A rumble from within your chest. "You feel so good. Make me feel so good." 

He lifts his head from his work. His eyes go as soft as yours when he looks at you. His rhythm slows as you bring both your hands up to cup his face and press your mouth to his. He can feel every little jolt of sensation as your lips separate then come together again as you move your mouth against his. You kiss him slowly. And he reciprocates, even with your cock pulsating wildly in his walls. He'd gotten you so close. He supposes the change in pace will be alright, even though he'd planned on riding you till you could shoot nothing but blanks. 

And he deems the change beautiful as you part from the kiss to press your forehead to his. You give a chaste kiss to his mouth and whisper three words that have your lips brushing his with each syllable. 

"I love you, too," he says. 

But you don't stop there. 

"I love you," you tell him, hands moving to wrap around his hips and grind him against your thighs, against your pelvis. Helps him catch the nerves on his clit just right. Soap gives a soft gasp. "I love you, Johnny. I love you" —A breathless pause as his pussy squeezes you— "So much."

He leans into a hand you bring to his face. Lets himself savor the sensation of being made love to by his beautiful, beautiful boy. Then he rises to his knees and drops down onto your cock once again. It slides into him with pure perfection. He can fucking taste how good it feels.

But then you look away, drive your head into the pillow as the dredges of your impending orgasm rise to a wave. He pulls your gaze back to him, taking your chin between his fingers.

"You look away and I'll stop, (Y/N)." 

Your face goes tight. And when his pace returns to that fast one-two-three-four, almost as fast as him when sniping, your eyes flutter. 

"Fuck, John!" 

"Know you're close, honey," he gives you a shaky grin. God, he's fucking close, too. "Come, fill me up."

Those words and three fast bounces is all it takes. With his chest pressed to yours, he watches as your face contorts, your brows coming together as your cock spills cum inside him. Looks like it hurts, for you. Even then, he doesn't stop. He keeps fucking you even as you writhe beneath him with your orgasm. 

"That's a good boy," he whispers over and over as you cum, your back arching. Body heaving as you cry out in loud, high-pitched moans that have him squeezing you tighter.

"That's a good boy," he says one last time, words slurring together as his thrusts finally bring him over the edge. He doesn't even have to reach for that little constitution of nerves. Not with you. The pleasure has him shaking. Then you're plowing your cock into him from your supine position, fucking him through his orgasm. You have him moaning like an animal as he rakes his nails into your shoulders, using the muscle there for purchase and your cock for the culmination of his pleasure. There's a little curl to your lip, a wince that shows him that even for you the overstimulation borders on too much. But you fuck him so good, help him finish so well that he thinks it might not even exist for you. 

And when you don't stop, not even after his body falls limp, he begins to believe that it really doesn't.

"(Y/N)," he says through a throaty gasp. "(Y/N), wait..."

"Naw, Johnny." You give him a dangerous grin. It's all teeth, with cocky lover written across your face. "Feel like giving you another. So I will." 

His teeth scrape together. Lips press into a thin line. Even then, he'll take it. 

Because he knows that he still has a self-made promise to fulfill. 

He's so going to ride you till you're shooting blanks. 

[gofishygo]

[astr0exe]

CW / info : NSFW : tm! reader : he/him : no y/n

Camboy!reader who’s main donators are loser!Soap & Ghost. Both men deny being gay cause your lives are just a way for them to get off even though they jerk each other off to your delicious symphony of moans from through the screen

Camboy!reader who loves when Soapie and S.Ghost join your lives, making sure you put on a proper show for your favourite boys:(

Loser!Soap and Ghost who spend most their wages on Camboy!Reader, with donations and buying them outfits or toys. You even have silicone molds of both their dicks:(

Camboy!Reader who invites Simon and Johnny over as a thank you for all their donations and offers to let them fuck them live, in front of their audience.

Losers!Simon and Johnny who JUMP at the chance, pawing at you like horny dogs, whining and drooling all over your perfect body

Loser!Simon who tries to eat you out as Johnny plows into you but he doesnt know how but makes up for it in enthusiasm

[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?

[lieutnt]

trans!soap going on a mission with the reader who keeps praising him (good boy, nice work, well done, etc) and he gets so needy that he ends up begging to be fucked afterwards? 👀

radio waves

Trans!John “Soap” MacTavish x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, I didn’t intend for this to get this long, mentions of reader & Soap killing people, teasing, praise kink, brief fingering, fucking. Note: I did try and proofread this but I’m tired and wanted to get this out, so let me know if anything doesn’t make sense!

It’s a dangerous game sending you and Soap out on missions alone together - you’re efficient, reliable, a rock solid team, if what you spout to one another over the comm channel is ignored.

After a mission where Gaz accompanied the two of you he swore never again, stating it was like “third wheeling on the world’s most fucked up date.” Price turns a blind eye to it, you got results and always returned with only minor injuries, that was enough justification to keep sending you out together.

This time it was a simple clear and sweep, you were perched up high on overwatch, firmly tucked behind your sniper scope, taking care of any stragglers and making sure no one snuck up behind Soap as he moved from building to building, taking out enemy combatants as he came across them.

He lived up to his call sign, clearing each building easily, putting on a masterclass of all his abilities. You watched as he stepped out of a door, pausing to lift his hand to his radio, and his voice soon filtered through. “All clear, moving to the next one.”

You clicked yours on in time for Soap to hear your acknowledging hum, “Nice work Johnny.” Your praise did something to him, a faint shiver rattling down his spine. He concealed it well, body barely shifting on its spot as he felt arousal stirring in the pit of his gut. 

He murmured a quick “Thanks,” before he was off again, this time crossing the run down street to another building, until your voice broke through the temporary silence.

“Two coming up ahead of you Soap. I’ll take left, you take right.” You watched as he ducked behind some nearby cover, radio clicking to life once he was settled.

“Copy.” It was quick, quiet, all the confirmation you needed.

“On my count. 3… 2… 1… now.” With a simple pull of the trigger you watched as both bodies dropped simultaneously, waiting for a few seconds to make sure nobody heard. When only silence remained you spoke again, “Good boy.”

Soap’s face begins to heat up, a warmth spreading throughout his entire body at your words, and he wonders if you’re doing it on purpose. He doesn’t respond this time, waiting for you to clear him to move again.

He ducks into another building, the last one, and just as effectively as the previous ones he’s stepping out a few minutes later, speaking into his radio. “All clear, heading back to the hideout.” Adrenaline and arousal mixed to create a fucked up cocktail in his gut, and Soap was soaked between his thighs.

“Copy. Nice work Soap, heading back as well. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” He struggled to contain the whine in the back of his throat, a few minutes was too long, his feet carrying him faster than needed back to relative safety. 

He arrived first, calling for exfil before placing his weapons down as he impatiently waited for you. He paced, too amped up to sit still, his mind wandering at your praise.

His fingers unconsciously drifted down his chest and down his pants, breathy moans slipping from his mouth as he teased his folds, already too far to resist the temptation to not go any further. He pushed two fingers inside, cunt slick enough to easily accept them. His hips bucked as he curled them, desperately seeking friction, but they weren’t enough, he still felt empty, needed your voice purring honeyed words in his ears.

Just as he was contemplating slipping a third one inside your voice came through on his nearby radio. “Approaching now Johnny.”

He withdrew his fingers, hastily wiping them on his shirt, and you’d barely shut the door before Soap was on you, crowding you against it. “You bastard, you were doing it on purpose weren’t you?”

You blinked at him, confusion settling in your eyes. “Doing what?”

“Everything you were saying, trying to get under my skin.” His breathing had picked up, his face flush, and he was standing so close you could feel him pressing against your bulky tac vest.

Reality hit you, and Soap exhaled as you leaned your sniper up against the wall and raised your hand to cup his cheek, Soap already nuzzling into the contact. “Is that it? A few words got you all worked up?”

He nods, peering at you with blue eyes almost swallowed by his blown pupils. “Need you to fuck me.”

“How far out is exfil?” You questioned, the rational part of your brain fighting against your desire to turn him around and bend him over.

It took Soap a few moments to think, brain struggling to come up with a response other than ‘it doesn’t matter.’ “We have to leave in 30 minutes.”

You tsked, thumb swiping across his bottom lip and pulling it down. “I don’t think that’s enough time baby.” With how worked up he was you doubted Soap would be happy with just once or twice, always wanting more when he gets this desperate, and if you showed up to exfil late, with a Soap who could barely stand, you doubt Price would be happy with either of you.

He shakes his head, eyes glossy and wide, pleading. “I can’t wait, I need you to fuck me.” He takes your hand by the wrist, pulling it down until it’s in his pants and you’re cupping his cunt through his boxers, able to feel the large damp spot that’s formed. His breathy sigh makes your cock twitch, and you know you’re fighting a losing battle.

Bastard has you wrapped around his finger.

He moans when you press your fingers against his clothed pussy, forehead falling to rest against you. “You that desperate? Need me to fuck you?”

Soap nods this time, mouth parting in a gasp when you move your hand under the final layer of his boxers, fingers  ghosting against his puffy  clit as they travel down until you sink two inside. “So wet for me already Johnny.”

He whines against you, hips trying to roll with your  movements as you slowly pull your fingers out, just to push them back in at the same pace. “Please, please, need your cock.”

You’re already short on time, that deadline gradually creeping up on you, so in one final motion you make a show of withdrawing your fingers and placing them in your mouth, suckling his arousal off them only to hear Soap swallowing heavily, his hands tightening in their grip on your arms. Once they’re sufficiently clean you pop them out of your mouth and place your hands on Soap’s hips, walking him backwards to the nearest flat surface. 

Spinning him around you push at his back until his top half is lying flat, wasting little time in pulling his pants and boxers down to mid-thigh. You groan at what you see, his pussy and inner thighs shining, and Soap whimpers when you use your thumb to spread him open, watching as his hole clenches around nothing. 

His breath hitches when he hears the clanking of your belt unbuckling, and you take the time to spit on your hand and give your hard cock a few pumps, spreading the makeshift lube over your shaft. With one hand on the small of his back you hold Soap in place, stopping his attempts to slam back against you as soon as he feels your cock against his folds. 

Gradually you push forward, groaning in sync with each other as his cunt parts for your cock, gummy walls sucking you in. Inch by inch you push inside, all movement coming to a stop when you bottom out, Soap’s tight heat pulsing around you as he starts to fight against your hold, impatience resurfacing. “Please move,” he begs, body moving in search of any friction.

One hand smooths through his mohawk, attempting to steady him. “I will baby, just be patient.” Slowly you pull your hips back, withdrawing until just your head is inside and then pushing forward, Soap keening as his pussy stretches around you. “That’s it, good boy.” 

He moans, back arching as he falls onto his forearms, attempting to support himself. You lean over him as best you can in your bulky gear, pressing yourself into his back so you can kiss at his neck, purring praises into his ear. “Always feel so good around me Johnny, shit.” You start to pick up your pace once he’s adjusted, the room filling with the sounds of wet smacking as your skin connects with his.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he chants, pussy clenching around you at feeling so full, feeling you press deep inside with each thrust. Soap lets out a wail of pleasure as you adjust your stance, pushing yourself up slightly to plant your hands either side of his head, hips snapping into his roughly, the new angle letting you fuck into him harsher, deeper.

“Christ Johnny, got me feeling close already.” Your orgasm was approaching faster than usual, maybe praising Soap had more of an effect on you than you thought.

He vigorously nods, words tumbling out quick, stuttered. “M-me too, clo… close.” The fire in his belly is fully ablaze, threatening to explode any second, and when you reach around with one hand, rubbing tight circles on his clit, his legs almost give out underneath him.

“Doin’ so good for me Johnny, always so good, so perfect.” You mindlessly babble, taking full advantage of the effects your words have on him.

Soap cums with a hoarse cry, your cock bullying the bundle of nerves inside enough to tip him over the edge. A burst of slick gushes out around your cock, splashing against your thighs as his body trembles, sparks of pleasure shooting through his veins. The rhythmic tensing of his cunt is almost enough to pull you over the edge as well, your thrusts growing sloppy and frantic as you chase your high. You have just enough awareness to remind yourself to not cum inside.

Soap becomes painfully aware of how empty he feels as you hastily pull out, furiously pumping your cock with your hand until you’re cresting the edge, cumming over his lower back and painting his skin with ropes of white. He whines in place, still attempting to rock back against you as your cock twitches, milking yourself dry above him. “Fuck, fuck, I’ll cum in you next time, I promise,” you groan, tugging yourself into near overstimulation as you empty your balls.

He turns his head, eyes blown and filled with confusion. As the waves of pleasure wash away you see him looking at you for an explanation - Soap prefers it when you cum inside, you do too, but with little time left until exfil and a lengthy flight ahead of you, you’d rather face his complaints now then when you’re stuck on a plane and he can feel your cum slowly trickling out between his legs, unable to do anything about it.

You explain as such to him, and despite Soap knowing you’re right he still finds himself disappointed, remaining in place as you tuck yourself back in and clean away the cum with a wipe you had tucked away, it wasn’t its intended purpose but it’ll do. Pulling down his shirt Soap leans back up, groaning in discomfort as his body feels the strain of being stuck in one position for so long. He redresses as well, straightening his clothes out and making himself look as if he hasn’t just been fucked during a mission.

The high of adrenaline and his orgasm fizzles away, and you find yourself drifting towards him. He turns to face you, eyes soft and you lean in, capturing his lips in a much gentler kiss, this one slow, calm, one filled with the unsaid ‘I’m glad you’re ok.’

You’d rather do anything else than pull away, but with those 30 minutes almost up you do, breaking the kiss and trying your best to ignore the whine of discontent Soap emits. Lightly chuckling, you press one more kiss against his lips, “We can continue when we get back to base.”

Soap sighs, a teasing smile appearing across his mouth. “I’ll hold you to that.”

[foggyforest4169]

can i get ghost and soap x trans masc reader that's also part of task force 141? i love your work <3333

Yo wassup! I kinda forgot about tumblr with the stress of school but sure I’ll give it a shot!

SO I was thinking maybe a little bit of angst because I'm feeling devious >:) Hope you enjoy this!

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'𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖' 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 '𝚂𝚘𝚊𝚙' 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚃𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑

You were of the plane back to base with the rest of task force 141 after a difficult mission that nearly failed. You were being guided by another person watching the security cameras. Well the mission nearly failed since the guy told you the wrong turn and you found yourself fighting atleast ten of Hassan's men. Luckily you made it out with a few marks, nothing some bandages couldn't fix but the tension on the plane was bad.

"You know y/n... it's your fucking fault that we nearly lost that mission... I told you to take a fucking right and you took a left" Someone said with such a bitterness in his voice, stressed from the mission and needy to put the blame on someone.

"What? You told me to take a left so don't blame me for your mistake, you lead me to Hassan's men" You said make as you could see the look on his face... pissed. He stayed silent for a while biting his bottom lip trying to keep his mouth shut, but the anger and stress was too much and he couldn't

"You know what... people like you shouldn't even be allowed on the team. This team is made up of real men not people like you. God I bet Price just felt pity because you tried so hard, drawing your beard on, deepening your voice and taking them shots. You are not a real guy. you never will be" He said as the plane fell silent, his words laced with venom as they hit you like bullets in the most vulnerable places. Your fists clenched as you just looked at him, tears of anger forming in your eyes while he chuckled at you. "What? Is the poor tra-"

"ENOUGH!" Ghost yelled at him as he shut up, ghost looking at you while you just stared at the ground cracking your knuckles. Why would he say such a thing? Has he always felt this way? He was meant to be your teammate... and he's just said all that.

The plane landed and you stormed off to your room at base, slamming and locking the door as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You'd always struggled with your emotions and it helped in the army but you wanted to see as manly as possible so you took it as 'Men dont cry, if they do they're weak'. So you put your headphones on and listened to yours, Ghost's and Soap's song, Boys don't cry by The Cure. It always gave you that bit of comfort and distraction while you sat in your room and just calmed yourself down, bandaging up some wounds from earlier.

Soon there was a knock on the door and a familiar voice. "Y/n let me in now" The gruff voice of Ghost said as he knocked on the door. You knew you couldn't avoid him so you sighed and opened the door, him and Johnny outside as they made their way in. Once they were in the door closed and greeted you with a tight hug while you just stood there

"Am I disgusting..." You whispered as they pulled away shocked

"Why would you say that? You're not disgusting at all" Johnny said as he held your face while Simon had already gone to report to Price about what happened

"Well I mean like he said... I'm not a real guy... jus-" You tried to speak but were soon interrupted by Johnny

"Aye shut it, you're a man. You know that, I know that, Si knows that. You're our boyfriend now shut up and put that film on we were watching before the mission handsome" He said with a smile as he kissed your head. Soon Ghost came back and he gave you a hug while Soap went to go write an incident report. His rough hands rubbing your back as you rested your head on his shoulder

"Come on we can get in bed and listen to our song while we wait for johnny" He said as he kissed your head. Once Johnny was back you all watches a movie, cuddled up and relaxing as Ghost held your face and chuckled a bit "You need a shave you look like Price" He said as he made you laugh a bit, looking at Johnny feeling better knowing you felt better know

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Thank you so much for reading this! Im sorry if its a bit shit, you get a bit rusty after 5 months. Anyway leave some suggestions because I have 0 ideas, Bye!!