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thegreyjoyed · 3 months ago

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Okay so thoughts on familiar!reader and witch!141….

Witch!141 x Familiar!Reader

TF141 were originally women(witches) but magically transitioned into men so mtf!141 as well!

Possible series maybe? I don’t know.. I love this idea though so possibly

> They all HAD pretty powerful familiars, maybe a orc for Soap, Harpy shifter for Gaz, a shadow demon for Ghost and a small drake for Price

> In terms of how powerful a familiar is it depends on what they are and how old they are. So their familiars would all be over 200 yrs old

> Maybe this coven of witches is about 150/200 years old themselves.. so they know what’s going on just about everywhere with their connections

> Maybe it’s Soap or Gaz who sent out their familiars on a “quest” to go collect something needed in a spell, only for them to feel like something is missing.. when they go to tug on that bond to their familiars….

> That bond is extremely weak, when they peer into their familiar’s eyes, they’re too slow. Their familiar is dead!

>Price is probably the one who made the wards and when Soap or Gaz goes up to price and tells them what happened, he’d try and tell them the same damn thing because all of the 141 familiars are fairly interconnected and price found out through his highly intelligent drake

>Soap is extremely distraught but luckily he can fall back on one of his husbands’ familiars, as they were all connected and can use each other’s magic

> Gaz’s familiar disappears next- this time within the wards, Price had already went to try and investigate the intrusion on their space because he couldn’t tell what it was even with the eyes everywhere or even through the magic of the wards

>Ghost accompanies Price because his is the strongest and the oldest. However.. they come across you. They’re shocked. Completely. Your form constantly changing, a REAL shapeshifter- a changeling.

>Changelings are extremely rare, only appearing after a certain age, they’re one of the most powerful types of familiars, and the oldest living ones. They only begin to show themselves after a thousand years of living.

> You, however look to be several thousands of years old. You’re changing and shifting at the blink of an eye, destroying the last two familiars of the 141 coven. You’ve left them completely powerless, completely useless as witches, Price can no longer enforce his wards, they’d dissipate soon.

> Price and Ghost are furious.. but they know better than to not fight a changeling, afterall Ghost had once almost lost his life to one when another witch had attempted to kill him with her familiar, a younger changeling.

>The four men regroup fully at their cottage, their home base. They’re completely shocked at what’s happened, unable to hardly defend themselves with true magic, only able to use the spells they’ve kept away and the runic magic Price could do

> They do the smart thing and contact a close friend, Laswell. She had a fairly powerful Changeling as a familiar. So that’s what they did. They spoke with the witch on the phone and so she planned out a visit to come to the coven’s home.

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New idea? Maybe a series?

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dimlylittorch · 3 months ago

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these boys yall.. why have 1 when you can have 4😭🙏

My Masterlist🌱

the 141 x chubby!transmasc!sweetheart!volunteer!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, blood, hurt/comfort

you had decided that you wanted to do something more purposeful with your life. Instead of working a retail job during the summers between your college courses, you decided to start volunteering with the Red Cross (or whatever your equivalent would be).

You end up being sent to work at a military base, mainly focused on the care and comfort of the soldiers. you were almost acting how a therapy dog would- you go around and interact with the soldiers sweetly, doing your absolute best to be a ray of sunshine for them.

you kept a clipboard on you at all times, keeping track of every soldiers name, rank, and adding little notes for things you wanted to remember. There were a lot of men here, and keeping track of them all was hard- especially when some didn’t even show their faces.

Always wearing silly little pins on your shirt, one with your pronouns, another that said ‘free hugs’. You liked them and you always felt a little smile creep up over your lips when you felt some of the men reading them.

You quickly became familiar with the task force 141, as they were some of the more highly trained soldiers, easily setting them apart. You had also been assigned to focus on a certain sector of barracks, which just so happened to include their own. Little did you know what it would be like to be a bunny walking into a wolf’s den.

The first person you met was Ghost. You had decided to do a ‘treat day’ once a week, where you went to each barrack and knocked on the door, either handing the soldiers their treat or leaving it by their door. The other three hadn’t answered, but when you get to Ghost’s dorm you heard a huff and the click of the lock.

What you never expected was to see Ghost shirtless in dark gray sweatpants and his mask pulled over his face. He looks down at you with a hard stare, and naturally your eyes flit to his bare chest for a moment before quickly looking up to meet his gaze. You’d seen him in passing, but you’d never spoken.

“You’re Lieutenant Riley, correct?” You smiled up at him, doing your best to act like he wasn’t half naked in front of you.

“Call me Ghost. Wha’ do ya’ want?” He mutters gruffly as he keeps one hand on the door and the other on the door frame.

Smile faltering for just a moment, you quickly reach into the small satchel you had on. “I’m the new volunteer that’s assigned to your dorm sector” you explain as you pull out a little bag of cookies, tied with a ribbon. “I thought I’d do a treat day for you all once a week” you murmur as you offer him the bag.

He stares at it for a few seconds, a little caught off guard. He gently takes it from you, looking at it carefully before looking back at you. “Dogs get treats.” He mutters, though there’s no real bite to his tone.

Your smile quickly widens, a soft chuckle slipping past your lips- which immediately makes his heart stop for a moment. That laugh.. that laugh was something he knew he’d want to hear again. There was nothing soft or sweet on this goddamn base. They couldn’t even hire someone for the night- no way to sneak them in. But then you showed up on his doorstep.

Closing your satchel, you look up at him with a playful smile. “Good boys get treats. I don’t think the species matters.” You grin before you offer a small wave of goodbye, walking down the hallway onto your next stop. He stands frozen in his doorway, watching you as you walk away. You just called him a good boy? Christ almighty.

It was pretty damn obvious what happened next- Ghost told the rest of the boys about you. How soft and sweet you were- how you flirted with him and made it seem like nothing. You were a natural at being kind. Something they weren’t used to.

The second to meet you was Gaz. He was a charmer, and unlike Soap he was actually successful at it. He’d had a whole plan of how he was going to be all suave when he introduced himself to you formally- but that changed pretty quickly.

You had been doing some work right next door to the medical ward when some soldiers returned from a mission gone wrong. Multiple men were injured, and without even thinking you went in to help. You weren’t qualified to work in the medical field whatsoever, but you knew you had to help.

When you ran into the med bay injured soldiers were being brought in one after another. Someone saw your jacket that indicated you were a volunteer and in the midst of the chaos assumed you were working in this ward- meaning you had training. They pointed towards the doors and yelled at you to check for anyone else outside.

You immediately followed orders, running outside and seeing different vehicles parked. Running up to them you checked the backs for anyone else, finding one injured soldier left with his side bleeding heavily. When you look around for help there is no one to help found, everyone within the area inside to help.

It was a good walk to the doors, and you knew the keys weren’t in the truck. You huff, opening the back of the truck and pulling him out, taking a deep breath before helping him down. He can barely walk, and even you know you can’t lift him. You try multiple positions to see if you really could lift him, or help him walk, but he was too weak.

You end up settling on hooking your hands under his shoulders, pulling him the best that you could. It was incredibly difficult, and you felt like your shoulders were going to pull out of place. But in the heat of the moment you tugged as hard as you could, simply worried for his safety.

Gaz had just walked outside to get a breath of fresh air when he heard something, looking off to his left. His eyebrows quickly raised when he saw you practically killing yourself trying to lift and pull a man that was way too heavy for you. He quickly ran over, and seeing how distressed you were and the injured soldier he crouched down, picking the guy up himself.

“Fucking hell- what happened?” He says with a grunt as he starts carrying the man inside.

Taking a shaky breath and wiping your eyes, you follow him, opening the doors for him when you reach the building. “I don’t know” is all you can manage to choke out in the heat of the moment.

Once the injured soldier is settled, you look down and find yourself stained with his blood. When you’d tried to pick him up you must’ve gotten it all over you- god and you left a trail on the floor. Before Gaz can come check on you like he intended to, you disappear into a janitors closet, pulling out a mop as you try to clean up the trail of blood you and the soldier had left.

When Gaz sees you frantically trying to clean up the mess, he walks over and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey.. you’re alright.” He says softly, gently taking the mop from your hands. “Someone else will do that. Let’s get you taken care of, hm?” He hums comfortingly as he leads you out of the medical ward and to your dorm area.

You sniff softly as he closes the door behind the two of you, helping you out of your blood soaked vest. “I’m sorry” you whisper faintly. “I just- I was scared I couldn’t help him.”

He gently shushes you, turning on the shower in your small bathroom for you. “You did good, love. The best anyone can expect from you.. it was out of your job description, eh?” He smiles softly. “I’ll go get this cleaned for you, alright? Just worry about calming down, I’ll come check on you in a bit.”

He came back maybe an hour later to you all cozied up in a sweatshirt and sweatpants with fluffy socks, hair wet with an apologetic smile on your lips. Taking the now clean vest from him and setting it aside before gently slipping your arms around his neck, hugging him. “Thank you for being gentle with me” you say softly against his shoulder before you pull away.

He left your room with his cheeks slightly flushed, and already head over heels for you. He thought Ghost must’ve been exaggerating at least a little by saying you were the sweetest thing he’d seen- but Gaz knew he was right.

Meeting Captain John Price himself was a bit of a dream for you. You’d always see him in the halls and you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. Of course, all of the boys were attractive- but there was something special about John, with him being older and his thick beard.. he was just so strong and soft at the same time, always offering you a kind smile when you passed each other in the hallway.

The first time you really spoke to each other was right around Valentine’s Day. You’d been there for a few weeks, but with John being so busy you hardly ever saw him. He heard a lot about you though with how much the boys talked. He knew they were all obsessed- even Soap when he hadn’t even had the chance to speak to you one on one yet.

You’d knocked on the door to his office, and when you heard his gruff voice tell you to come in, you gently opened the door and peaked inside. “Captain Price?” You said softly with a shy smile.

The second he heard your voice he quickly looked up, a smile crossing his face. “What can I do ya for?”

Stepping inside and closing his office door behind you, you hold your clipboard to your chest as you speak. “Well- with Valentine’s Day coming up, I wanted to do something sweet for the men.” You smile softly. “I just wanted to ask if you thought they would prefer flowers or chocolates” you chuckle.

His eyes soften as he hears your words, and he can see what his boys meant now. Christ you were soft. Flowers? Chocolates? Who would even think of giving that to a soldier?

“Flowers.” He says firmly. “Can’t ‘ave my boys getting pudgy on me, can I? Got to keep ‘em on their game.”

Smiling sweetly, you nod before politely excusing yourself. When Valentine’s Day rolled around, all of the boys were surprised to find a red rose taped to their door with a little personalized note for each and every one of them. Imagine how annoyed they were when they realized you had to give them to every soldier and not just them?

And last but not least is Soap himself. While you’d seen his goofy antics from afar, you hardly ever truly spoke. Just passing flirts and teases, brief hallway conversations. You’d only ever seen him in an upbeat mood- never truly upset or angry. The first time you see behind the puppy dog facade is surprising to say the least.

You had heard a crash a few doors down from your dorm, and you immediately rushed up- not bothering to put on your binder or even your shoes. Darting down the hallway to find one of the soldiers in their room throwing things and yelling, clearly having some kind of mental break. When you read the name on the door you rack your brain, trying to remember any information you can. That’s when you recall he has PTSD- and he’s probably having an episode.

You were the first one there and without a care for your own safety you opened his door, speaking as gently as you can as if you were talking to a wounded animal. Soap had been a few hallways down coming back from a mission, fully planning on getting a good nights rest. When he saw people running and heard yelling he immediately went on alert, running towards the source.

When he got to the room he saw a higher up on the phone with medical, but no one was doing anything. When he looked inside, his heart stopped when he saw you- how you were putting yourself in danger. You were a few feet away from the soldier, arms out trying to show you weren’t armed.

“Hey- hey, sweetheart you’re okay” you say as comfortingly as you can, the man clearly confused. “Adam- Adam, right? Honey you have to look at me, okay?”

Soap had seen how badly PTSD episodes could end, and the thought of you being in there put him on edge. Without thinking, a higher up rushed into the room, pushing past Soap. Of course, the sudden movement triggered the soldier, sending him into a panic. Since you were the closest person to him, he grabbed you by the neck and shoved you against the wall, yelling at the other men to get back.

The second Soap saw how he touched you, he immediately ran in and rushed the man, shoving him off of you. Gasping when your throat is released, you start to cough heavily, bruises already starting to form on your skin. Before you know it, Soap is fighting the man, throwing a punch before you can grab him and pull him back. As the medical personnel run in and restrain him, you’re left with your arms tightly around Soap’s torso, his back to your chest.

Shaking from the adrenaline of it all, he quickly turns around and pulls you close into his arms. “Fucking Christ lad- never pull that shite again, alrigh’? Gonna get yerself killed.” He says as his voice starts to calm.

Without a second thought he brought you to his room, examining your throat and making sure there weren’t any cuts or scratches. He can see how you’re still shaking, and he sighs softly before moving back onto his bed, motioning for you to follow.

“Won’t try nothin’, eh? Jus’ gotta stop yer shakin’.” He says quietly. Hesitantly moving onto his bed, he pulls you to rest on your side in between his legs, holding you against his chest. “Ya got a big heart lad.” He says softly. “Gotta keep ya safe, yea? Me an’ tha’ boys will do tha’ from now on.”

me while I’m reading my own writing: ‘this is great and all but when do we fu-‘

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brineoffire · 6 months ago

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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.

#task force 141 #141 x male reader #141 x reader #poly 141 #141 x trans male reader #141 #tf 141 #simon ghost riley #poly 141 x male reader #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #johnny soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #gaz #soap #roach #mw3 ghost #brine scratch #141 hybrid au

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sirrabbithat · 6 months ago

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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) 😔

#call of duty #cod #mwii #trans soap #soap cod #john soap mactavish #john price #roach cod #ornithology #fanfiction #fanfic #kyle gaz garrick #gay #ghoap x reader #ghoap #ghoap au #birds on base #mw2

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lieutnt · 2 years ago

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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.

#john soap mactavish #trans!john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x male reader #call of duty #top male reader #lieutnts drabbles #lieutnts writing

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injestedsoap · 8 months ago

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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.

#soap #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish #soap mactavish #soap x you #soap imagine #soap x reader #uh he is trans #so jot that down #maybe i'll write a little more for this #who knows #cod notebook

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gofishygo · 1 year ago

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chadchady · 1 year ago

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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?

#call of duty #cod mw2 #dom male reader #sub male character #soap x reader #call of duty x male reader #ftm sub #john soap mactavish #soap x male reader #trans soap #bottom character #john soap mctavish x reader #male reader #caspianhappenstowrite

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astr0exe · 1 year ago

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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

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