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This is my actual dream written down. Hehe. 😏

their reaction to you wearing a flavoured lipstick

task force 141 x reader headcanons

synopsis: headcanons of how would they react when the reader wears a flavoured lipstick/lip gloss/lip balm

notes: can you tell who is my favourite?

comments and reblogs are always appreciated🙈

warnings: mentions of smoking, occasional swearing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Captain 'John' Price - chocolate and red velvet

He may be slightly old-fashioned and love it when you wear red lipstick as he considers it a classy, but bold choice of colour

He is aware that you own more than one red lipstick, yet he secretly cannot differentiate one shade from another. Not that he'll ever let you know

That is until one day you visit him at work. He won't let it show, but he becomes jealous the second you walk in the base, your lips painted in a rich, velvety crimson. He cannot take his eyes off you, hypnotized by the captivating movement of your lips as you speak to him, telling him about your day and what you thought you should have for dinner.

John does not miss the hungry looks that are thrown across your way. He is quick to snake his hand around your waist and usher you to his office, where he could be the only one relishing in the allure the red lipstick cast over you-

"John, you're not really listening, are you?" your playful tone snaps him out of his reverie, a sheepish look plastered on his face.

"Love, did I ever tell you how much red lipstick suits you?"

"Only twice per day and more than ten times per night…" you roll your eyes at his antics, cupping his cheeks in your hands and planting a kiss at the corner of his lips, letting out a small giggle as his stubble tickled your lips.

"Well, I am headed home to get started on that dinner you didn't pay attention to!" you keep teasing him, amused by his dazzled expression. Little did you know, you had him wrapped around your finger.

"A…Alright, drive safe! I'll be there as soon as I finish this paperwork!"

Only he spends the next hour daydreaming about your red lips and the tender way they made contact with his skin, the phantom touch still lingering on the corner of his lips. Unconsciously, he traces his tongue over the place, freezing when he feels a mild flavour of chocolate.

He checks it once again, partially ashamed of the childish gesture. If any of his teammates caught him at that moment, they wouldn't let him live it down. But the subtle taste is there, sweet yet distant, almost as if it was teasing him.

The paperwork's long forgotten before he realizes it must be your lipstick. You might have told him that you found a new flavoured collection, but he had been too busy staring at your giddy figure to pay attention.

So he becomes a man with a plan and does not delay heading home anymore. The drive there seems endless, but it's all worth it the moment he opens the door and sees you standing by the kitchen counter, wearing the apron he gave you for Christmas

One second he's by the door, the next he's smashing his lips against yours, a small sigh of pleasure leaving him as he relishes in the now-intense aroma of chocolate.

"Warn an old man next time, will ya?"

From that day on, he starts calling you "chocolate". The pet name raises a few eyebrows here and there, but none of you are bothered by it. Not when you could tease him about his newly-found sweet tooth and he could lose himself in your delicate kisses.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley - strawberries and cigarettes

There are times when he becomes a heavy smoker, sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment and burning through a pack in one day while his mind is mulling over the previous or the next mission

In times like those, he has nothing against your presence, secretly enjoying when you lay his head atop his shoulder and hug him from behind, but he always refuses to kiss you afterwards, arguing that the acrid taste of cigarettes would gross you out

It definitely doesn't- it is an integral part of him that you'd come to accept and love- and now you couldn't live without it

Until one evening, you opt to sit across him, leaning your hands on the balcony railing, while your eyes wander over the city lights. Over the course of your relationship with Simon, you had grown used to his long bouts of silence, becoming accustomed to all of his telltale signs: his left eyebrow would twitch when he doesn't like something, his right foot would continuously tap against the ground when he is distressed.

Three cigarettes in, and his foot is reenacting Radetzky's March. He is utterly unaware of the amused glances you steal at him

"Something the matter, love?" you ask him in a sweet tone, trying to pull off your most innocent face.

"'s nothing", he begins hesitantly, his voice rough from not using it. "…just a little cold, I guess"

You have to turn your head away from him and back to the city, a satisfied smirk spreading on your face. Simon might have been the deadliest operator the Special Forces have had in a long time, but deep down he was also a touch-starved man who found solace and peace in your arms

When the foot tapping does not stop, you struggle to school your face into a neutral expression and turn towards him, your eyes melting at the sight of his dishevelled blonde hair and furrowed brow. He sheepishly looks up in your direction, a silent plea dancing in his chocolate eyes.

You stand and approach him slowly, stopping only when your faces are inches apart. His half-burnt cigarette is forgotten in the ashtray, the remnants of smoke in his breath fanning over your face.

His eyes hold a hundred unanswered questions: did he do something to upset you, did you grow sick of him, can he do anything to get you back; but they are all silenced when you lean in further, placing a gentle and intimate kiss on his lips

The unexpected gesture sends shivers of pleasure down his spine and he has to take a moment before cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you back, the way you deserve to be kissed

You chuckle in his mouth before pecking both his eyes and forehead and returning to your original position, your head resting in the crook of his neck as your arms engulf him in a warm hug

He opens his mouth to scold you for kissing him when he is smoking. In his mind, it is almost like he is tainting your presence with the stale smell of smoked cigarettes. But as the words form on his lips, he hesitates, his mind struggling to acknowledge the foreign taste on his tongue

He turns to look at you with a confused look on his face. It was October so there could be no strawberries at the market and the freezer was empty as you had eaten all ice cream when you were on your period-

So why did he taste strawberries on your kiss?

"I may have found a lip gloss from high school", you eventually break the silence, blowing a huff of strawberry-scented air in his direction. "One I bought and swore to keep untouched until I found someone worth using it for!"

His thunderous laugh has you opening your mouth in shock. You could count on your fingers the number of times he'd laugh openly and without reserves

"Bloody hell, darling. You'll get me killed before smoking does! That thing must have been expired for years now!"

You shake your head in disbelief, faintly blushing at his words. You know he is teasing you, but that does not stop you from taking revenge as you start to plant messy pecks and kisses on his neck and cheeks. You eventually stop when your lips are once again inches apart from his, your breaths slowly mingling into a shared one

"Then I guess we are going down together"

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish - cherries and chapped lips

It all begins one cold morning when he leans in to kiss you goodbye before leaving for work

"Hold on! Johnny, you've got to do something about your chapped lips! You know what, let me get you a lip balm!"

He is quick to place a hand on your shoulder to stop you. His eyebrows are raised in disbelief and he has to do a double-take before words tumble out of his mouth

"Ain't no way I'm using such a thing, bonnie! Lip balms and such are made for wee lasses like you, not for demolition experts like me!"

You roll your eyes at his badly constructed argument and give him an unimpressed look when an idea pops into your mind.

"You stay right here, I'll be back in a jiffy!"

"What even is a jiffy?"

But you don't bother to answer as you head towards the bedroom, looking for the cherry-flavoured lip balm you bought specifically for the cold season. With precise movements, you apply a thick layer on your lips, smacking your lips to check if the cherry flavour is strong enough to linger. It fortunately is.

So you hurry into the hallway where Soap's waiting for you, hands on his hips as he angles his head in your direction. If he notices that your lips have just got shinier, he doesn't mention it

Instead, he leans in to properly kiss you goodbye this time, eyes comically widening when you deepen the kiss and make it last longer than usually

A small chuckle leaves his lips as you cup his cheeks in your hand and place a small kiss on the top of his nose

"How about we continue this when I come home?", he smiles at the ticklish sensation of your lips against his skin, the constant stinging of his own being forgotten for the moment

"Is that a promise, Sergeant?"

He has a hard time leaving home that day, the drive to the base being plagued by thoughts of you and how much you care for him. His lips have been chapped ever since spending the last two weeks on a mission that required him to be on constant watches in freezing temperatures. He eventually got used to it, the cracks and fissures becoming familiar from the countless times he dragged his tongue over lips, in a hopeless attempt to soothe the pain radiating from them

He does not realise that he is currently doing the same thing, his brain temporarily freezing as it detects a new, yet familiar aroma

Why do his lips taste like cherries?

He remains in the car, long after he's parked, his mind deep in thought as he runs his tongue over his lips once more, partially scared that he'll make the mysterious taste go away if he's too insistent. He does not see Ghost approaching his car from the back and actually flinches when he hears someone pounding on the window.

"D'you lock yourself in here, Johnny? The briefing's about to start in five and you haven't even geared up yet!"

"Bloody hell, you should really do something about your lips- they look like cracked desert earth or something…"

"Did not take you for a poet, L.T."

"Never said I was."

He is in the middle of the briefing when he figures out the source of the mystery taste. It all starts to make sense - the quick detour you had to take, the passionate kiss. He has to give it to you - you could do anything you put your mind to.

Because, besides the compelling taste, the chapstick you must have used started to have a soothing effect on his lips, the stinging becoming more bearable with every passing moment

He spends the rest of the day struggling to make the cherry flavour last longer, but it eventually fades out after he's forced to drink water. A small pout etches itself into his face and he starts to regret not listening to you.

The moment he comes home, he's in the bedroom, unscrewing the cap of every lip balm and smelling it before trying to place it back exactly as it was

You silently linger in the doorway, an amused smile creeping across your face as your fingers shift with the cherry-flavoured lip balm. Soap is so distracted by his covert operations task that he does not hear you trying to contain your chuckles.

"I believe you are looking for this?"

He is quick to snatch the small tube from your hands before bringing it closer to his nose and drawing a deep breath in. You shake your head in exasperation, a loud laugh escaping your lips as he clumsily tries to rub the chapstick across his lips.

"Love, you're doing it wrong! You might break it if you apply that much pressure!"

"Here, let me help you!"

Ends up insisting you order a batch just for him.

In just days, his lips go from cracked and fissured to soft and plump, perfect for the customary morning kiss

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - vanilla and stained teeth

Combat training is fun and games until you are paired up with someone like Ghost, Soap, or Gaz and get your ass handed to you

Lucky you, today Gaz is the person who slams your back on the hard mattress and pins your hands above your head, interlocking your feet with his

Your mind replays the steamy events of last night and you can't help but give him a suggestive smirk which is quickly followed by a toothy grin upon seeing the blush that spreads on his face

He shakes his head in disbelief, not letting go of your arms or feet. Instead, he leans forward, cocks his head and openly stares at you

"Darling, you've got lipstick on your teeth!"

You comically widen your eyes and try to bring your hands to your mouth, struggling to escape his firm grip, but to no avail.

"'m n't s'ppos'd to we'r lipstick 't w'rk", you try to mumble with your mouth closed while your tongue is running over your teeth, looking for any traces of lipstick.

"Ok, has it gone now?", you open your mouth and practically bar your teeth at him, frowning at his unreadable expression. "Gaz- you're scaring m-"

Before you finish your sentence, he smashes his lips against yours and it takes all you have not to whimper when you feel his tongue repeatedly swiping over your teeth

Once he breaks up the kiss, he makes a show of checking you up, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of your lips

"Yeah, I think I got it all…"

You roll your eyes at the shit-eating grin he's sporting as he runs his tongue over his lips and freezes, his jaw going slack

"Why am I tasting vanilla? Are you tasting vanilla?"

You try to give him an answer, but before being able to say a word, his lips are back on yours and he is kissing you hard and long, his hold remaining as firm as before

"Alright, lovebirds - go get a room before I cite you for public indecency!"

Upon hearing Captain Price, your combat instincts kick back in and you manage to push Gaz off of you, switching position, so that you are atop him, pinning him to the ground

"Sorry, Captain! We'll go back to training!", you call out to him, offering him an apologetic smile which he accepts with a subtle nod.

"Next time you wear that lipstick, let a man know!"

"It screams you need someone to kiss it better"

Cold

Grumpy simon smut

Here you go since I’m bad at writing smut without plot like gr anyway I think this is cute he’s kinda jealous a bit grumpy

Also if you have requests send them in! I’m always looking for ideas.

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“So? Are you in?”

“…”

“Yes.”

“Good, you leave tomorrow. 6 am.”

…

That’s how I found myself on a helicopter in the early morning, being transferred to the base where task force 141 resides.

I stared out the window quietly, since I’d run out of things to talk about with the pilot. I see a large building come into view as we slowly start to descend.

The heli lands and I grab onto my large duffel bag, swinging it over my shoulder. I look over our surroundings and see four men standing in the distance. I recognize only one, captain price.

I step out and walk over towards the group, a smile on my face.

“Hi, I’m Alessandra.” I say as I look between them. “John price, I’ve heard about you, laswell

Says your one hell of a shot.” He smiles at me and I only nod along.

“Soap, you can call me John if ya like lass.” He says with a grin spread across his face, I can’t help but notice his hair, which is cut into a Mohawk. I smile at the friendly man and shake his hand.

“I’m Kyle, team calls me Gaz though.” He nods at me before crossing his arms.

I look over to the last man who stays silent before Soap speaks up. “This here is si-“

“Ghost.” He says cutting off soap. I nod and give him a small smile.

The walk me through the base and what missions may come up soon, before dropping me off at my room and letting me settle in.

I place the few items I have around the rooms before smiling to myself and exiting. I wander down the hallway to where I remember the kitchen was.

It smells good?

I walk in and see price in the kitchen, storing something in a pot. “Ooh what are you makin?” I ask curiously as I take a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Chilli, perfect for winter, no?” He glances at me and I nod. I turn my head as soap walks into the kitchen “he says it’s world famous” he grins “honestly he probably stole the recipe from some old woman” he says making me laugh.

Price serves us a bowl of chilli and a piece of bread on the side. I begin eating when I look around and notice Ghost is absent from the table.

Gaz must have noticed me looking around as he speaks up. “Doesn’t like to eat around new people” he shrugs “don’t take it personal” he says with a friendly smile.

We all finished our food and have moved onto to board games, which I have to say i am the best at by far.

We’re playing charades, which Ghost has decided to not show up for either.

I was partnered with soap, and we were winning by a lot.

“Okay three words.” Gaz nods at the captain “first word.” He starts waving his arms around like a distressed seagull.

“Uh..windmill” He shakes his head and starts doing the motion again. “Damn, uh..” the timer goes off and soap and I cheer.

“It was flying a kite! I was trying to do a flying motion like a chicken” he puts his head in his hands dramatically.

“Chickens are horrible at flying idiot!” Price shouts before we all burst out into laughter, soap practically falling to the floor.

We play a few more rounds before calling it a night and everyone starts to head off to bed.

I’m waking down the hallway as I hear price call out to me, I turn to look at him.

“So you know, you’ll be shadowing Ghost tomorrow. Just to get a feel of things round here.” He says before patting my shoulder and heading off somewhere.

I head off to bed, practically falling asleep as soon as my face hits the pillow.

…

I’ve been looking for a Ghost for a while now, since I was supposed to shadow him. But he really lives up to his name since he is nowhere to be found.

I reach a shooting range which seems to be empty until I spot him at the very last lane. I walk inside and stand a few feet away.

He puts his gun down and turns to face me, somehow sending I was there..

He gives me a blank look probably wondering what I was doing but not saying anything.

“Price said I would shadow you today, to get a feel for things I guess?” I say as he only sighs and starts to put his gun away.

“So where are we going? Do you have to do much around here or is it more like waiting for the next mission?” I wonder out loud as he stays silent which urges me to talk more.

“And about the mission, how do you guys plan them? Or is it price who does most of it and then you guys kinda just follow the plan.” I say not even facing him anymore as I ramble on.

“Jesus..” I hear him mumble under his breath as he starts to walk out of the room. “Hey! Where are you going lieutenant?” I ask as I trail behind him.

He walks down a long hallway, a few soldiers passing by us and giving him a nod. I look around curiously, not having yet explored this part of the base.

I follow him into a room at the end of the hall, which starts to look more like a office the more I glance around.

As soon as I fully step inside he’s slamming me against the door and locking it. “Don’t know how to be quiet, huh?” He asks as he pins my arms above my head.

I can only sit there and stare at him, fully at a loss for words.

“Acting all friendly with everyone, don’t you know when to shut up? Don’t you notice all the people eyeing you.” He says in a cold tone as his face is inches away from mine.

“Need someone to teach ya?” He stares me dead in the eyes. I nod my head at him slowly.

“Words sweetheart, words.” He mumbles as he looks down at me. “Yes..”

“Yes what?” He asks teasingly “yes..please.” I swear a see a smirk under that mask.

“That’s better.” He mutters before slowly lowering his head and lifting his mask just enough to show his lips. He kisses along my neck sloppily, leaving hickeys all over the place.

I let out small whimpers, trying to stay quiet in case anyone decides to walk by here. His hands roam down to my waist and gives it a little squeeze before he’s picking me up and putting me back down on his desk.

He slowly reaches down to my pants, harshly pulling them down without any warning. His hands find the hem of my panties and he tugs on them before looking up to me, seemingly for permission. I nod at him eagerly as he drops the to the floor, letting them fall in some unknown corner.

I hear heavy breathing and the sound of his belt clanging as he moves to undo it. His pants drop along with his boxers.

I look down and damn.

He moves closer, holding onto my thighs with his large hands. He lines it up with my entrance and slowly starts to push in, giving me a few seconds to adjust.

I let out whimpers and moans at the feeling of him inside, which only seems to feed his ego and make him more eager.

He starts to move, his pace slow at first. “Fuck, so tight..” he mumbles into my neck as he thrusts faster. “Doing so good f’me”

His hips rocks into me, pounding harder until I can practically feel his tip in my stomach. I let out loud moans at the feeling.

“Gotta stay quiet sweetheart, yeah?” I bite down onto my lip, trying to keep any sounds inside. He moves relentlessly, practically feral.

“Gho..” my voice is hoarse as I speak.

“Hm?” He says breathlessly. “M’ so close..gonna cum..” I whine into his shoulder. “Fuck, fuck..gonna cum for me? For your lieutenant?” He grunts into my ear as I only nod at him eagerly.

He holds onto my thighs harshly as I feel the waves of my orgasm hit me, hard. My legs shake a little but he holds them down, as he cums right after me.

“Think ya can give me one more?” He says cockily before he starts pounding into me again. I let out whines as he only goes harder this time.

“S’too much..” I moan out “you can do it, you’re doing so good.” He encourages as his hands find my waist and he clamps down on it.

“Fuck, gonna leave marks all over your body.” He grumbles “everyone will know who you belong to then.”

I stay silent, too lost in the pleasure he’s giving me to respond. I feel myself once again reaching a high and my hands find his back, probably leaving marks all over.

“You close?” He asks and I nod eagerly. I open my mouth a little as the feeling in my stomach rises. “You wanna cum?” He asks “yes!” I practically shout. “say your mine then.” He says coldly.

“I’m..yours, please..” I pant out as his grip on my waist tightens “good girl, so good f’me.” He says as I come undone on his cock.

Heavy breathing fills the room as he holds onto me tightly. Letting me relax in his arms before pulling out.

“Tired?” He ask softly and I nod against him. He picks me up and dresses me before leading me to my room and letting me fall asleep on his chest.

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𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

COD P☆RN LINKS <3

Ghost: Exchanging photos with Simon

Letting Simon tie you up in your new fishnets

Simon sharing you with Price

trying anal for the first time

Gaz: Bending you over the couch after you pestered him the whole day

Blindfolding you while hitting it from the back Pumping you full with cum while you're face down ass up <3

Making you ride him in your new panties [which will be spoiled and ripped later <3] Fucking in the barracks König: Your thighs hurt but dw K can carry u :3 Fingering his tiny liebling Mating press into the couch Riding him in the backyard, hoping the neighbors wont see Hair pulling and breeding <3 Making you gag on his dick Price: Eating you out in the back cz he couldn't wait Tying his hair up so he can eat you out Using his big hands on his lovie <3 Price catching you using toys Be a good girl for daddy, wont you lovie? Whimper for me darlin'. Soap: He woke you up for this Harder? Wearing your favorite hoodie <3 Filling your cunt up nicely Right on the kitchen counter Making you squirt for him After date night

Car sex with Soap [Kinktober Day 5]

TW: Car sex, NSFW, Gay sex, MLM, Sloppy kissing, dirty talk, Nipple play, Sex toys, giving Soap head. [Not Proof Read.]

Car sex with Soap is ROUGH. He'll pull over to the side of the road at night and have you in the backseat, both of you stripped of your clothes, Frotting each other and sloppily kissing. Soap's hand gripped both cocks, jerking them off together. Once you were shaking under him his hairy arm came up to your pecs, pulling and twisting at your nipples before releasing them and going to your neck. "Fuck love, teasin' me all day and thinkin' you won't end up not being able to sit down for a week?" You whined, the pressure on your neck being enough to make you cum all over his hand and your lower belly.

His grip on you tightens, he flips you over and starts thrusting into you, his fingers digging into your plush ass cheeks as he pounds into you relentlessly. He can feel your tiny body against his massive hairy chest shaking with each brutal thrust, your delicate car creaking under the force of his powerful strokes.

"Shh, take it baby… you can handle it". He growls, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he nips at your lobe. "You're built for this, for taking my big cock deep inside you where it belongs."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, swallowing his cries of pleasure and pain. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming you thoroughly as he continues to ravage your tight little hole.

"That's it, squeeze my dick with that sweet hole… milk me dry." He grunts, feeling your inner muscles clenching around him. His cock pulsated as he filled you up to the brim, when he pulled out thick streams of hot white cum flowed out of your ass. He slumped against the seat and grinned. "C'mon baby, suck me off." You crawled over at the command, grabbing the base of his fat but short dick. It was hairy, but trimmed. Tip was a light pink. Soap Groaned as you licked around the head of his dick, swirling your tongue around before taking him deep into your mouth. Moaning at the way your mouth feels around his dick, your throat constricting around his shaft. Only until you milked 4 orgasms out of him did you let up, leaving him whimpering and thighs shaking. Oops... i guess you're driving the rest of the way home.

[SLIGHTLY RUSHED THIS ONE I'M SO SORRY]

[The sideye is CRAZY 💀💀]

WaterSports Kink with Soap Mactavish [Kinktober Day 8]

TW: Watersports/Piss Kink, NSFW, Ruining Readers throat, MLM, Gay Sex??.

Soap stuffed his cock into your mouth, making you deepthroat him as you try not to gag. "Y'can take it bonnie, f'me right?" He thrusted into your mouth repeatedly before he stopped. "Shit bon' give me a second i'm gonna go pee." Soap tried to pull out but you gripped his thighs and narrowed your eyes at him. "Mmhp mhhp!" He looked down at you and started getting impatient, so he just pissed in your mouth. His eyes widened as he watched you swallow it all and continue sucking, heightening his libido. He arched his back as he suddenly came in your mouth, hips bucking into your face and balls smacking against your chin. "Fuck!" He moaned, slowly pulling out of your mouth before looking down at you. "W-What was that, Bonnie..?" You shrugged and took his sensitive cock back in your mouth, deepthroating him until he was a whimpering, drooling mess above you, pawing at your hair and bucking up into your mouth. Ruining your throat. He suddenly flipped you to lay on your back as he sat on your chest, thrusting deep into your mouth and throat as he whimpered, looking down at you until he shuddered and came down your throat again.

[FUCK I KEEP RUSHING THESE I'M SORRY :C]

[Tell me he doesn't whimper. HE DOES.]

Gunplay with Soap Mactavish. [Kinktober Day 10]

TW: Gunplay, NSFW, MLM, Spitting, Not proofread.

Soap's thick bicep wrapped around your throat, holding you in a headlock while the other hand held an unloaded gun up to your temple as he thrusted into you from behind, grunting into your ear. He groaned loudly as you clenched around him, suddenly throwing you onto the bed and spitting on you hole before slipping back in, hitting that sweet spot that always makes you see stars. He pressed the gun against the back of your head, grinning as you clench again. "Like tha'?" You just squealed and nodded, backing your ass back into him making him speed up and thrust harder. He pulled your head back and kissed you before spitting on your face, letting the drool flow into your mouth and watching you swallow it. He continued thrusting into you before he came deep inside your gummy walls. He pulled out and watched the cum ooze out from your hole before leaning down and using his thumb to spread it all over your hole.

[LOOK AT HIM UGHHHHH I NEED HIM. NOW.]

Mirror Sex with John "Soap" Mactavish [Kinktober Day 15]

TW: Mirror sex, spanking, drooling, nsfw, gn reader, Dom!Soap Sub!Reader.

Hot tears of pleasure streamed down your cheeks as Soap's rough calloused hand landed a harsh smack to your ass. "So good f'me luv.." All you could do is whine and moan about how good it feels, having his fat, purple cock in your tight hole. Your hands placed themselves on the mirror, Soap's strong arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you steady as he absolutely ruined your hole for anyone else, pumping it full of his cum. Soap stared at your fucked dumb expression, grinning at how you drooled and your legs shook. "Look a'ya... fucked stupid jus' f'me." Lord you came so hard it scared Soap. But when he saw how you looked while gushing around him? fuck it made him cum as hard as you. His legs shook and he let out a guttural groan, filling you up with his seed before pulling out, watching as you slumped against the mirror, his seed flowing out of your hole and onto the mirror. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.

SOAP MACTAVISH

So yeah first post, lol.

someone needs to make a cod x black reader before i lose my mind 😭

now who in the HELLL thought it was a good idea to get character.ai to crash????? WHAT WENT THROUGH YOUR HEADDD 😭😭

The TIME I’VE SPEND DREAMING OF THIS—-

worth the wait 💒 ✨

modern warfare roleplay :)

Hey! My name is Moon or Sun; either one is fine with me. I'm a 22-year-old female. Currently, I have some major brain rot for modern warfare, and I'm absolutely obsessed with Price or Captain Price. I'm extremely obsessed with him at the moment, and I really want to do an angsty and sweet roleplay with him and my OC.

I'm fine with doubling, and I prefer it. I'm most comfortable playing Köing, and anyone from Task Force 141 can do Graves, but fair warning, it may not be the best or most accurate because I haven't really played his character and I haven't looked into him to the point where I'm extremely ok playing him.

I've been roleplaying for about 5 or 6 years now, and I absolutely adore it. I usually write 2-4 paragraphs per response, and I'm happy to send a writing sample on request. I mainly use servers since I'm a sucker for organization and everything having its own spot, especially if we're doing a double I love being friends out of roleplay and sharing headcanons, music, TikTok's, and all of that if you're into that.

I only have about 2 or 3 requirements, and those are that you have to be 18+, because I do, and that this roleplay should include NSFW. The second is that you use Discord because I don't check Tumblr a lot, and I just prefer Discord. My last requirement is no one-liners, absolutely no one or two-liners, because they give me almost nothing to get off of, and they kind of kill any suspense we're building up. That's about it for my requirements.

My discord is down below. Please either DM me on here or Discord so we can talk about the plot and what it will include, especially the angst part. I hope to hear from you soon :)

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"Better late than never" part 13

Ghost gets tickled

(This might be a little different as I had a break from writing, I am still doing my exams!)

It might have been a typical day for everyone else, but for Soap it was an unusual one. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence to get such valuable information on Ghost. That bastard was ticklish.

They were sparring like always, showing rookies some take-down techniques. Soap was demonstrating how to properly pin somebody to the ground and immobilize them. That somebody being Ghost. Newbies were always surprised at how much Lieutenant Ghost was letting the sergeant do during sparring.

Soap had Ghost pinned to the mat on his stomach, his knee pressing on his bicep while sitting on his back and holding his other hand down. He was explaining to the soldiers around them what exactly he was doing and how to do it safely with their sparring partner when he noticed Ghost’s hoodie running up, revealing his skin.

That was definitely not something Ghost would be comfortable with if he was aware of it, so Soap wanting to correct the material grabbed it and accidentally brushed his skin with his warm fingers.

Ghost gasped and flinched away from the touch, definitely stifling a giggle. Soap froze as well as the rookies who now waited for the lieutenant to choke their favourite sergeant to death. They weren’t far off, as when the Brit realized what happened he send Soap flying of off him. He hit the mat with a grunt.

“Dismissed!” Yelled Ghost, glaring daggers at everyone in the gym. They all scattered away, not wanting to be anywhere near the man while he was getting off the mat.

“Ow..” Soap hissed, still lying on the floor. “What did ah do to ye?” He slowly sat up just to get hit in the face with a rug.

“Next time keep your bloody hands to yourself, sergeant.” 

Soap snickered at that. “Oh, I think ye enjoyed it, didn’t ya? What about that little chuckle?” He smiled devilishly, already trying to get closer to Ghost.

“Not a word, Soap.” 

But now that Soap had that information, he is not letting it down.

“Come on, Lt… ye are a tad ticklish, admit it.” The Scot grinned cockily and when close enough tried to jab at Ghost’s sides to tease him a bit. The masked man was faster though- he grabbed that hand before it even touched him and twisted it slightly.

“Ow, ow, ok, ok, I will stop!” 

“You try that one more time and I will put a knife up your arse and twist it around your intestines.” Ghost let go of Soap.

***

Soap didn’t listen. A vision of a knife up his ass wasn’t so bad if he got to make Ghost jump every time he walked near him, trying to tickle the older man.

It gets to the point where Ghost just simply refuses to spar with Soap because he played dirty. Trying to distract the lieutenant with the gentle brushes of his fingers. The gentle touches that made Simon’s hair stand up, goosebumps running up his arms with Johnny’s every attempt at tickling. Causing this giddy feeling in Ghost’s chest, butterflies gently tickling his tummy with their wings. The deep blush hidden under the hard mask, the flush running from his face down to his shoulders and chest.

Yeah…

Ghost liked it. He really liked it.

But Soap did this only in public. In the mess hall, in the gym, when they were on their way on a mission- always when there were other people around. Not even once did he attempt to do the same things when they were alone doing paperwork or just enjoying each other's company. Maybe… maybe then Ghost wouldn’t stop him, maybe then he would let it happen. 

He trusted Johnny with so much already that relaxing into it wouldn’t be even that hard. But whatever they had that Ghost was too scared to put a name to -  it was between them. Them and no one else.

So what was Ghost supposed to do? He wanted Soap to tickle him in private and maybe simply asking was the best option he had - no matter how embarrassing it would be, It was Johnny.

***

They were smoking cigarettes in Ghost’s room, both leaning on the windowsill trying to get as much smoke outside through the open window. 

Ghost had his balaclava off most of the time around Soap now, inhaling slowly the pleasantly bitter smoke and preparing mentally to ask the shorter man the awkward question.

“I thought ye hate smokin’ in yer room, Lt.” Soap blew some smoke out through his nose, turning his face to the open window.

“I am allowing it today.” Ghost took one last drag of his cig and squashed it on the wall leaving an ashy spot before tossing it into the trash.

The sergeant raised his brow. “Any special occasion for such generosity, Simon?” He finished his smoke as well and threw it out of the window to Ghost’s irritation.

Ghost sat on his bed and looked up at Soap just to avert his gaze when meet with the sky blue of Soap’s eyes. He found a loose thread of his blanket really fucking entertaining suddenly, playing with it between his fingers.

“Everythin’ alright?” Soap turned his head to the side, concern evident in his voice. He sat next to Ghost, putting his hand on the other’s man knee and squeezing lightly.

A shiver run through Simon.

“M’fine. I have a question though and Soap if you laugh I will kill you.” 

“Nah, ye won’t but sure, whatever it is.”

Ghost took a deep breath. “Why do you never tickle me when we are alone?”

Soap was a little taken aback by that. “What do ye mean? I value my throat, there is a smaller chance of you choking me to death in public than without the witnesses.” He chuckled. “What? Do ye want me tae?” Soap teased.

Ghost stayed quiet.

“Simon?” John squinted, trying to look Ghost in the eyes. “Do you? Want me to…?”

Ghost shrugged at first, then he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but ended up closing it again. Finally, he nodded.

Soap lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, sure! Yeah, ah  can do that!” The sergeant was beaming with excitement. 

A smile appeared on Ghost’s face, a small shy smile. He swayed a little back and forth trying to deal somehow with the sudden excitement. “Ok-”

Soap’s hands were suddenly at his sides. Ghost gasped and instinct told him to swat his hands away, but he was pushed to lay on the bed before he could do that. 

Ghost wasn’t tickled in what felt like and could be forever so he was a giggling mess right of the start and Johnny laughed with him. To see Ghost like that was a gem. 

Soap wanted to discover where else his lieutenant was ticklish. He caressed the inside of Simon's knee and he bend over laughing, almost kicking Johnny in his face. Soap explored some more and then his hand travelled to Ghost’s neck.

But Ghost grabbed his hand, gently this time.

“Not there, Johnny.”

Soap nodded in understanding. “Ok, feel free to stop me whenever.” He wanted to resume, but Ghost was still holding onto his hands. “Si?”

Ghost blushed deeply and guided Soap’s hands under his shirt, shivering when skin touched skin. 

“Oh”

After that Simon as well as Johnny laughed and smiled for hours, savouring the intimacy and comfort they gave to each other. They were both in good hands.

+++

After Ghost had enough, they lay together on the bed, still giggling. Simon finally looked at Soap and realised that he was looking at him already.

"Now that ah know how nice does your laugh sound I will make sure to make ye laugh more."

“I already laughed more than for the whole…  year, Johnny. Thank you.”

They were in silence for a bit.

“Ghost?”

“Mhm?”

“Would ye let anyone else do this? All the things we have done together?”

“You know the answer,  Johnny”

....

….

“Ah’m glad I get to be that person, I hope ye know that.”

And Ghost knew, so he nudged Johhny’s pinky finger with his, hooking them together.

I hope you all enjoyed it! I know I took my time with it but I am really busy with life <3 Let's pray I still can write. Also, was that admission of feelings? Did they stop being idiots? I dunno, you tell me :D Comments really motivate me, so leave one if you feel like it <3

GhostSoap thoughts…

Saw someone comment something like Soap fell first but Ghost fell harder and I literally cannot stop thinking about it. Like the thought of Ghost finally being able to open himself up to someone, even if it’s just a little, then turning into absolute admiration towards Soap because he didn’t react the way Ghost had convinved himself he would is the sweetest thing. I also think Soap’s love language is physical touch (and acts of service) so Ghost is overwhelmed by it at first but slowly becomes used to it and even returns the touch sometimes AGGFHDHDNDB— Ghost’s love language is DEFINITELY quality time so having Soap just in his presence immediately soothes him and the entirety of 141 probably notices it too LMAO

The line between Simon and Ghost

Nothing on this planet makes me happier than when SoapGhost fic writers treat Ghost and Simon like 2 separate identities. Like Ghost is cold, direct, straight to the point and no fucks given but Simon is a broken, affection starved and lonely man,, IDK IT’S JUST SO GOOD

Like especially whenever the line between the two is broken by Soap and he just finally accepts his emotions and learns to deal with and move on from his trauma to be a better man UGHHHH!! I’ve only read one like this and I’d have to dig through my collection to find it but if anyone has ANY like this PLEASEEE!!! Give me, thank you :3

Simon’s Adoration

Absolutely in need of a fic where Simon is absolutely WHIPPED for Johnny. Something that comes across my mind fairly often is how much Simon would love and cherish Johnny because of what he’s done for him.

Johnny helped him find Simon inside of Ghost again and was finally able to be a loving and nurturing man. With that, Simon would be at Johnny’s side 24/7 to keep him absolutely safe. Johnny would ask him nicely to give him privacy (not that he really minds, he just needs it on occasion) and each time Simon is hesitant but allows him as much time as he needs. Once Johnny is done with his alone time, Simon is glued to his side once again.

Johnny would ask Simon to help with something and he wouldn’t hesitate for even a second. If someone else asks, it’s simply a harsh “No,” or “I’m busy.” Simon would do anything for Johnny, and he knows it. Sometimes Johnny will even use this to his advantage to see Simon go off on some random recruit that made a rude remark about Johnny behind their backs.

This obviously doesn’t settle with Captain Price very well and it is so unbelievably obvious to the rest of 141 that it becomes a huge joke, even going as far as some calling Ghost “Soap’s loyal pet.”

They’re so fucking cute and I NEED more of this,, Umikochannart made a post that heavily inspired my need for this but yes I love them and I need more of them.

Banter(?)

I’m reading this fic at the moment and Soap will try to confront Ghost about things sometimes but Ghost will just kinda go silent for a second then tell one of his fucked up dad jokes and I find it really funny.

Like imagine Soap really needing to have a talk with Ghost so he sits him down and is like,

“Hey, why are you acting like this? You’ve been so distant lately and I feel like you don’t love me anymore.”

And Ghost is just like

“What’s worse than biting into an apple and discovering a worm? Biting into an apple and discovering half a worm.”

And Soap sits there with the most distraught look on his face while Ghost looks completely unbothered and takes it as a cue to keep going LMAOO