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brewed-pangolin · 4 months

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I'm sorry if I got you sick, I promise it ends at some point (maybe, probably).

For your brain chemistry pleasure, Captain Soap Mactavish would 100% act all stoic and emotionless most of the time.

But imagine the times when that shell breaks.

You two curled up in bed, you ranting about something mundane. Except it's a full body, "let me flail to show you just how annoyed I am" rant. He finds it endearing, cracks a small smile and cuddles you closer.

(And the "ITS NOT CUTE, IM BEING SERIOUS JONATHON")

I'm not gonna lie, I had a bit of fun with this one. Had to add a dash of brat taming at the end because it just felt right.

Hope you like it 💛

You had hit your wits end the moment your body sank into the bed.

Every stress, every snarky comment, every disgruntled maneuver that was thrown at you came bubbling up to the surface as the soft cushion of your mattress molded to your frame.

Leaning back into the array of pillows set around you and the strong arm of your John draped over your torso, you let loose. Released the levee of a pent-up rant as he laid silent and stoic as ever at your side.

"Today was awful, John. Just awful. The second I walked into the office, my boss was already breathing down my neck. Pressuring me with his usual bullshit, reminding me of the deadline like I can't see the calendar hanging behind my desk, and constantly interrupting my progress like he's got nothing better to do.."

You paused. Taking a much needed deep breath in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves.

John's arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and he leans in further, yet you pay no mind to his glacial encroachment.

The sudden air flow only fueled the fire of irritation as the demon inside took over once more and continued on with your raging tirade. Arms flailing, accentuating every syllable as your expression grew steadily more cantankerous.

"Then, when I was at the store, I asked an attendant where the baking section was because they clearly renovated and moved every aisle around. To which this disrespectful little twat waffle told me 'open my eyes and read the signs' like I'm some illiterate moron.."

Another breath. Stoke the embers. And release the demonic presence of aggravation within until fully cleansed.

John's eyes lit up at your relentless attack on the events of the day. A smile curling into the corners of his lips, running his fingers along the curve of your hip that you completely ignored as you continued with your verbal and seething regurgitation.

"And to top it all off, while on my way home, I got cut off by an absolute monstrosity of a truck that was clearly driven by a man making up for something. Nice truck, sorry about your dick and you drive like an ignoramus kind of man. And.."

You halted. Voice catching the cage of your throat as his hand gripped into the flesh of your hip.

Your eyes cast down to meet his bright and albeit boyish gaze as he stared up with endearing contentment.

"John. What are you doing?" You ask. Irritated bite to your bellowing bark.

"Ye so cute when ya let loose, m'lass. Cannae help but admire ya."

His soothing timbre at complete odds with the emotional blaze rippling off your tongue. Which only furthered your enraged fire, feeling is ripple beneath your skin and culminate within the depths of your lungs.

"I'm serious, John. Why are you being so obtuse. I'm-"

"Obtuse?" He interjects. Faltering your angered resolve with a single word.

His authoritative persona extinguishing the blaze within as he pulls you down into the bed, tearing an exasperated gasp from your chest as hemoves to cage you underneath his hulking frame.

"Perhaps yer in need of a little attitude adjustment, yeah? Need ta release tha' pent up demon a'yers in a different way, hm?"

"John, I-"

"Nah, m'lass. Not John-"

His rumbling voice traveled like a tremor through the thick density of your bones. And his eyes pierced your soul to easily pull back the rigid curtain of your fiery will.

"I'm yer Captain fer tonight. An' I'm gonnae tame tha' fiery beast a'yers. Understood?"

You nod in response. Finding comfort in his command underneath him as he tore your aggression away with every steely nuance to his words.

"Need ya t'say it, m'lass." He advised sternly. Settling himself between your legs, pulling the faintest whimper from between your lips.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now let yer Captain take care a'ya."

And thus began the taming of your fiery attitude that ended with a broken headboard and an overly satiated mouthy beast.

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

#super soap sunday #soap squad™️#asked and answered #the brainrot of Captain MacTavish #cuddles to brat taming #this man can do it all #captain mactavish #captain soap mactavish #og soap #mw2 soap #captain mactavish x you #captain mactavish x reader #og soap x you #og soap x reader #cod fanfic #cod soap fanfic #call of duty #cod #macravishedbymactavish

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tokillamockingbird427 · 7 months

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We all love that Hesh and Logan are 2 peas in an odd lil' pod - but they have totally messed with one another over the years and hold the most insane grudges. (Which confuses everyone, including Elias sometimes).

Such as:

1). Hesh reminding Logan of the time that Logan convinced him he was adopted. Hesh's only argument at the time was, "I can't be adopted, I'm older." (Mind you, they were like 10 and 12)

2). Logan teasing Hesh for his boot coming untied; surprising since he managed to hog tie Logan and hide him in the closet for 3 hours once (Elias spit out his coffee upon hearing this)

3). Logan bragging to the other Ghosts that he once got Hesh to give him cash while sleepwalking once. A bit of unlawful coercion and guidance to make it happen, but it worked.

All in the name of brotherly love

PLEASE! Yeah, all siblings traumatize each other, that's just how it is. You're stuck in the same house as another human while both of your brains haven't even finished rising, much less been put in the oven.

To be clear they love each other to the ends of the earth, will do the whole live/die/kill thing for one another, but heaven forbid one of them even breathes the others air. That's crossing the line! The ensuing fight will last years... but they still be going to each others rooms like "Hey... wanna go to the store with me?"

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #hesh walker #beloved mutual #macravishedbymactavish #I have four siblings I can vouch for this bullfuckery

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year

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It's been bugging the shit out of me for too long --

WHAT DOES THE P IN

"Keegan P Russ"

STAND FOR

#cod keegan #keegan russ #keegan p russ #what does the p stand for?????#why is it there????#KEEGAN #a glimpse into the mind of macravishedbymactavish

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pearldog30 · 5 months

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The ghosts dick sizes and more....

Hesh, Logan, Keegan.

I don't even know why I came to this point but here we are.... Enjoy bb gorls🖤😙

Other words 👉 Master list

Warnings| obviously the talk of the boys dicks, and a little nsfw.

Hesh🌴

Hesh is 5.8in (14.732cm) curves a little to the left, he's cut, and very VERY thick especially the tip just know he'll be hitting that perfect spot every time with how thick he is, his tip is the same color as his lips maybe a little lighter while the rest of him is a beautifully, flush dark pink, his balls are pretty average for his size (although they kind of look small from how THICK his cock is) they hanging pretty low, he's unshaved but he'll trim it for you (if that's what you prefer).

Now here's a little spicy part for you guys!

Hesh is a hand thruster... He fucks his hand hard and fast anytime he jacks off, he has violated his hands more than you ever could. he's a quieter groaner/moaner he just naturally is without even trying, he always tries to stay quiet but it slips out of him and he doesn't even realizing it. (All tho somehow the wet sounds are always so loud coming from him)

Keegan☠️

Keegan is 6.2in (15.748cm) doesn't really curve he's also cut, he's about average size thickness maybe a little bigger but not by much, BUT! he's kind of veiny, His balls tho are kinda thick tho you can feel how hard they slap against you almost like his hand, he keeps it clean shaved for the most part, his color I feel like he's a little tan his dick doesn't got much color to it unless he's fuckin you REALLY hard then its a little red

Keegan likes it slow and steady he just likes taking his time and building the pressure (only when he's by himself though) Low key edges himself when he does jack off. This man DOES NOT make any sound whatsoever.... He could honestly jack himself off while sharing a room with others and no one would even know.

Logan😶‍🌫️

Now Logan.... He's also 6.2in (15.748cm) maybe a tad bit longer. He's NOWHERE! near as thick as the others but he is very veiny, (He only has length going for him honestly) he also curves slightly to the left as well, He is as well as his brother cut, now his balls hang lower then his brother (surprisingly) but they're a little smaller. And he's like Keegan he keeps it clean shaved ALL THE TIME, (even shaves his ass) now his color I don't know why but I feel like his tip is BRIGHT pink while the rest of it is more subtle kind of like his lips but a little darker.

Logan is a bit more tricky it depends on his mood, Sometimes he's fast and hard, and other times he likes to take his sweet old time... All tho he likes to move his hips and hand at the same time becoming perfectly in sync. (but he's not as violent to his hand as hesh is with his) he's whimper/whisperer all tho if he's REALLY feeling himself it can get a bit loud but he tones it down pretty quick.

And that's going to be the end for this. this literally just came to mind and I had it written out, so I figured you guys deserved it with a little spicy twist of course. I hope you're having a good day/night wherever you are! Reblogs, comments always appreciate it 🖤

Tag list| @alexkellersleg @macravishedbymactavish @walker33961 (if you would like to be added just message with your name)

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velvet-paradox · 9 months

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Smooth

Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x Female reader Summary: Keegan enjoys shaving you nice and clean and taking you to pound town! Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, explicit content, strong language, established relationship, oral (f receiving), soft dom!Keegan, shaving!kink, fingering, pussy slapping, unprotected p in v, dirty talking, pet names, new daddy!kink, praise, detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaintaint @catswithabsoluteclownery @mykneeshurt @macravishedbymactavish @rimbut-t @notap1e

ENJOY!!!

It's hot.

Keegan is a stickler for routine, likes the discipline, the patterns, the control. He'd lose it if he didn't join the military when he did, take on more than one task a time before he picked up the next mission, the next project. He couldn't sit still for long unless he was truly into what he was doing.

And speaking of…

The project at literal hand was a delicate one.

No messing about, no distractions even though you couldn't help but move an inch higher. He'd scolded you twice now, giving you those piercing blue eyes and peeked eyebrow.

He clicked his teeth at you like a horse, raising your calf.

"Kitten please hold still, I don't want to slip."

"You think I can help it?"

"Kitten please. You're doing such a good job and we're almost done so don't you start pouting and being a bad girl now." Keegan's voice held no bite even though he was stern about it. "You want your reward don't you?"

He moved his fingers then sending a white hot jolt through up your spine.

Carefully Keegan ducked his head back down between your legs, kneeling on his cracking knees, eyes narrow and lazer focused on the task at hand which was… shaving.

Keegan was a grown ass man, he didn't shy away from knowing what he tasted like. He had you lick your own flavor off his fingers, off his cock more times than you could count. While you'd had other partners, they didn't appreciate an after kiss so when Keegan grabbed you after shooting his load all over your tongue and lips, willing licking inside your mouth as he kissed you hard and fast left you dizzy.

He didn't care about pubic in general, if he was lucky enough to get laid, who cared? He really got into that whole Vajazzling craze, rhinestones and safe glitter. Then he was on to the next and full on into waxing but there was just something so intimae about him being on his knees for you, worshipping your body, treating you with such care, he really enjoyed. Stroke after stroke, your pussy would be revealed. Soft and smooth.

You didn't mind at all, less of a chore for you anyways. Since being with Keegan you barely lifted a finger to do anything around the house, his or yours. No more twisting and squatting, no more Charlie horse cramps. No more stray hairs left behind, he bought a replica of the straight razor he used on his face. It was cleaner, faster and he knew exactly what to do with the blade.

"Fuck look at you, cutest fucking pussy." Keegan groaned, moving your skin as he slowly dragged the blade against it.

"Love it when you shave my pussy, baby. Gets me so fucking horny." You hum in return.

"Yeah? Like me revealing and exposing your pretty little cunt just for me?"

"Mmm yeah."

He tapped the little bucket with it, your short and curlies disappearing, he wiped it off cleanly. A warm washcloth came next, wiping you down. He had all of his things neatly around him, a little cup with tepid water splashed against your mound, catching little remnants.

"Turn around, kitten. We're in the home stretch now baby."

You shivered and got up from his bathroom vanity, bending over, sticking your ass out with a little sway of your hips.

"Hold yourself open for me."

Fuck. You bit your lip.

He finished shaving your pussy, the feeling of his breath on your newly bare skin, front to back as incredible. You'd never get over the feeling no matter how many times he tended to you.

Keegan waited on hand and foot for you. You'd catch yourself lost on it, how a hard man like Keegan P. Russ could be soft for you, sweet on you, brought you flowers, ordered take out when your period came so you wouldn't have to be bothered to hobble and cook and fuss over the stove.

He waited until you turned off the shower before stepping back into the bathroom with a fuzzy towel. He wrapped you up, drying you off little by little until he walked you both into his bedroom.

Completely exposed and naked, you sat down on his bed, dropping the towel to your collar.

"Let me see my handiwork, princess."

Like he'd never seen your cunt before, he stood at attention at your feet as you leaned back, the soft towel slipping down your shoulders, pooling around your hands and waist. Keeping your eyes on his as they raked over your naked body you moved one leg, then the other. "Best fucking pussy. Look at that." Keegan groaned, giving in and palming at his crotch.

"You wanna' taste it now?"

Keegan tore off his ghost mask before getting rid of his shirt, the jangle of his belt sent shivers down your spine. He grabbed his thick rod of a cock in his hand, jerking himself off, teasing himself little by little, stepping closer, eyes on your cunt.

The bed creaks with his weight, fitting himself between your legs, moving down to lay on his stomach, a snipers' position as he loops his arms around your thighs. You fit the balls of your feet on the hard, trained muscles of his shoulders.

Keegan is good. Too fucking good.

His hands are large and ghost over your bare flesh, he rubs his chin along your mound, breathing you in with a groan. He spreads your labia, chuckling lowly when you grind your hips up.

"Now now kitten, no need to be hasty. You'll get your reward."

"Keegan please."

"Begging only makes it worse," Keegan cooed and gave your hip a lingering, searing hot kiss. "Be a good girl for me, okay sweetie? You can do that can't you?"

"Yes. I'll be good."

"Do you promise?" Keegan sang, dropping his voice even lower, using his sexy bedroom tone.

"Yes baby I promise, just… it feels so good when I'm all clean."

"I know kitten, I know."

Keegan licked at you, kissing your clit lightly in between hard flat presses, quick sucks and pulls on your sensitive lips. He brushed the bridge of his nose along the underside of your clit, enjoying himself as he devoured you. The sounds he was making were pornographic and lewd. He sat up just a little, angling his face just right to spit on your pussy only to indulge in slurping it right back into his mouth.

"Fuck baby that's it. I love it when you do that," you moaned and reached for his head, tugging on his hair as you arched your back.

"Makes me so fucking wet."

"Yeah? You like that?" Keegan did it again, moving his face and mouth back and forth, back and forth over your engorging bundle of nerves. You cried out and Keegan smiled against your cunt.

"Yeah!"

Keegan chuckled. "Good girl. My good girl loves to get her little pussy eaten out, huh? Yeah you do. Fuck kitten, tease my face."

Your gasp at his vulgarness made him even more eager to please you, wiggling his thick fingers along the apex of your thighs, digging into the meat of your thighs before prodding around your hole.

You grip his hair even tighter, letting him take his time with you.

Getting you wet, satisfied little laughs that left you breathless as you wiggled and arched. In between kisses he likes to look up at your through his thick lashes, watches you unravel as you try desperately to stay still.

"You're so fucking pretty, atta' girl. Should I get my tongue in there or fingers first?"

"Fingers."

"Just my fingers?" Keegan hummed. "Or you want my mouth too?"

"Both. I want both."

"So fucking smooth." Keegan kissed everywhere but your clit after that, leaving it to throb, making you clench around the two fingers he's slipped inside you, massaging your walls. Twisting and curling them to find that soft, spongy little shell that would make you scream, make you cum.

"That's so good baby, a little faster."

"Faster? Needy little kitten." Keegan chuckled lowly, dragging out his fingers, teasing your clit with a few precise circles and presses. He tapped it a few times making you squeal. Reeling back he gave your pussy a nice little islap. Bare and all those nerve endings shocking your system. Noticing how much you enjpyed that little hit he did again and again, another string of his spit slipped between your folds.

You could feel yourself leaking for him.

"Fuck yeah baby."

"A little love tap never hurt anyone. I want you to cum, I want you to cum all over my fingers and my face. You look so pretty when you're all fucked out."

"So do you." You whined as he started to finger you again. You weren't lying, for a big cold hearted handsome man of his caliber and weight, he made the best sounds. Moaning in your ear how good you were, how warm you felt, how inviting. How beautiful you look, how sweet you taste.

How good you taste together.

"Yeah? You think Daddy's pretty?"

Wait.

What?

You swallowed and licked at the drool coming out of your mouth before you sat up, eyeing his icy blues, taken aback as you'd never called him that before. You were met with a growing smirk.

"Are you going to answer me, kitten? I said; do you think Daddy's pretty?"

God the way he said it, it really made your heart race.

"Yeah," you drawled and cupped his jaw, watching how his eyes shifted and his mouth open. "I think Daddy's real pretty."

"Fuck." That seemed to do the trick because Keegan was suddenly on top of you, kissing you hard, biting into your neck as he slipped a calloused hand between you, fingering you so deep and fast it made your head spin, moaning like a real whore.

The sounds of your wetness, flooding around his thick fingers, drenching his palm as you squealed and thrashed, clawing at the sheets was out of control. Keegan groaned deeply as he watched. You could always feel his eyes on you, in the hall, in briefings, in bed.

"Christ, you are so fucking wet. Do you hear it, kitten? Do you hear yourself? You're gonna' make such a mess, gonna' have to change these sheets."

"I'm gonna' cum."

"Tell me baby, say it. I need to hear you say it."

"I… I…"

"Yes? You what, baby?"

"I'm gonna' cum. Make me cum, please. Oh Daddy, I'm gonna' cum, cum for you."

Somehow he got you even wetter, three fingers curling and getting you off until you came with a shout. Your legs trembling, shaking at Keegan's waist as you gasped and reeled from your high.

"That's my girl, takin' those fingers real deep. So fucking pretty kitten, good job. Daddy's kitten did so good, look at you." Keegan praised and kissed your chin, taking a tiny bite of your smooth flesh before slowly pulling them out of your hole, whining as you felt empty.

"Fuck Keegan."

"Ah ah ah," he slapped your tender pussy twice making you jolt and squirm. "Get it right or you get nothing else. I could make you watch me jack off instead. Maybe I'll jerk off in front of your pretty little face, shoot my load all over it."

"No! I want you to fuck me. Please Daddy, I'm sorry. I won't call you Keegan again. Please."

He hummed and smeared your arousal all over you mound, splitting his first two digits into a V shape, rubbing around, up and down your clit. "You just want to cum again."

"Yes I do but… I want you to fuck me, I want you inside me," you huffed and grabbed at his shoulder, pawing at his trained muscles.

"Don't you wanna' fuck me Daddy? Fuck your kitten's pussy wide open. Make me gape."

"Fuck, you say the nicest shit baby. I supposed if you put it that way," Keegan agreed and gave your hip a little pinch. "Get on your knees and hold on to that headboard."

….

Your man is nasty. He has a thing about spit and cum, the only two fluids he's at all interested in. He spreads your cheeks and the spit that hits your asshole is hot, and he's hot and your hanging your head and growling behind you teeth. He fucks you hard, reaching around your hip he finds and holds on to your pussy, fitting his fingers to spread your lips open, caging in his thrusting cock.

"Feel that kitten? Daddy's thick cock is splitting you in half. You are so amazing, look at you taking my cock like this. Good job baby, good fucking job."

"Oh Daddy, you feel so good." You keened as the headboard continued its' rhythm of banging into the wall behind it. Good thing you were at his place, your neighbors would be knocking your door down or calling the police. Which has happened. Just the once.

"Oh I know kitten, feels so good for me too. Best fucking pussy."

Keegan smacked your ass and then he was hunching over you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back, not even slowing down.

Then his hand was on the back of your neck, pushing your head into the bed.

"Good job kitten, you're gonna' take all of it, ya' hear me? What a good girl you are taking Daddy's cock, what a good little slut for me."

Keegan moaned your name, pressing his mouth to your ear as he kept up the pace.

Words you lost on you the longer he fucked you, a new flood of wetness rushed through your core, milking him, sucking him back in over and over until all you could was shout into the sheets.

"What's that, kitten? Daddy can't hear you." His bicep came up and around your chin, in a chokehold as you panted and cooed and drooled.

"I want you to cum inside me," you sobbed, feeling his muscles shift under your jaw. "I wanna' feel you, feel you fill me up. Please fill me up, Daddy. Fill up your kitten."

Keegan chuckled lowly, almost menacing in your ear, sticky like honey and just as sweet. "You want it? You want Daddy's thick cum? Yeah you do and you're gonna' fuckin' get it."

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homicidal-slvt · 3 months

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2 Truths 1 Lie {Fictional Crush Edition}

Rules: Do a poll with 3 fictional crushes you supposedly have - except one of them is a lie. See if your followers/mutuals can guess which one you actually don't have a crush on.

This should be easy enough for y'all to guess lol

No pressure tags: @deadbranch @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms @ghostslillady @shadofireshinobi @sofasoap @macravishedbymactavish @ghosts-goldendoodle @waltzthegenderfluidpan @sarraa-26 @sky-is-the-limit @shrimpleastha @scar-crossedlvrs @saturncodedstarlette

#vee's tag games #tag games #tag game #dash game #dash games

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gaymistakeboi · 11 months

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I JUST SAW THIS AND ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS GHOST IN THIS POSITION!! OR LIKE ANY OF THE MEN!!

@macravishedbymactavish @starstruckmiraclekitty

(Tagging y'all cause I think you'll find it funny)

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brewed-pangolin · 2 months

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Ayo friend! Instead of choosing one at random, I want to hear from you. Which song hits the hardest from your list and why?

This is in regards to this ask.

I could honestly say that every song hits hard. They all play an important role in symbolizing either the hardships or great achievements I made in my life.

But the one that has stuck around ever since it came out is without a doubt Midnight City.

I have some of the best memories to that song. And it has also been the musical stepping stone to countless pivotal progressive moments in my life, especially out of mental darkness.

Lean Back is a close second. But M83 just knows how to send my soul to the stars.

Thank you, Mac.

And so much love to my fellow canuck 💛🇨🇦

#asked and answered #songs that define you #macravishedbymactavish #love you #love my mutuals

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tokillamockingbird427 · 4 months

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Random thought; what is there's a third walker sibling?

Like for having an 18 and ?16 year old, Elias was already rockin' the gray, which while my experience is a half bald father at that age -- It wasn't gray hair. Which makes me wonder - were Hesh and Logan happy accidents later on?

Does Logan idolize Heah because he relates better to the sibling 2 years older than him vs 10-12 years older? Did Hesh ever idolize his older sibling, just to be awkwardly brushed away after a certain age?

Because while understanding other viewpoints. I'm dying on the hill of 'why tf did Elias only talk to Logan during the most traumatic experience of his kids' lives, and why was the mask to be passed to the youngest'.

Why? BECAUSE HESH IS A MIDDLE CHILD AND THAT MAKES MORE SENSE

PLEASE not Hesh being the middle child! Oh my god.

Awww, Hesh idolizing the biggest sibling and getting brushed off. That's just sad. :(

I do think Elias's reasoning for focusing on Logan was because Rorke was also focusing on him. Hesh just kinda sat there and yelled. (Not that he had a choice.)

I wonder what the biggest siblings reaction to Logan getting abducted + Elias getting murdered would be? Where their ass at. Get over here and take care of the neglected middle child for once. Fucker.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #hesh walker #elias walker #gabriel rorke #macravishedbymactavish #beloved moot

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macravishedbymactavish · 5 months

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If anyone would appreciate my latest handiwork, it would be you amazing peeps. Without further ado,

My Kortac Sweatpants.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #kortac #[redacted] makes #macravishedbymactavish makes

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bloodyknucklesforme · 4 months

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some Simon/Nina restaurant AU situationship nsfw

Simon times his smoke break to line up with hers. Barely says a word as he wraps an arm around her waist and drags her to his car.

"Just need to get my rocks off." He bends her over the backseat. Always cautious to make sure no one else is around. He's not rough but not quiet gentle, just trying to get a job done. He's breathing hard in her ear, dipping a hand between her legs. "I'll make you cum. Don't worry, Princess."

She covers her mouth her hand as his hips smack against her ass. She whimpers when she cums, he pulls out and cums onto the pavement.

He helps her pull her pants back up and makes sure her hair and makeup isn't too messed up. A quick kiss or two.

"Check the family shelf before you leave. I'll leave you something."

"Can you take me home after work?" She tugs at his sleeve before they walk back in.

"Course, Princess."

Tags: @queen-ilmaree @macravishedbymactavish @gogh-with-the-flow @water-bearz

#simon x nina #restaurant au

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samanthamarkle92 · 10 months

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Hey everyone! Still stuck on writing, but have the first part of a Soap fic to give you lovely people something to read! In this story, Soap rescues a young woman named Kate during a bank robbery. He decides to let her stay with him until she feels safe (even recruiting an old friend to help) and soon it turns into something more than roommates. Special shout out to: @deadbranch @nsharks @cravingcoldoreocake123 @ilovehotchocolate @codfanzine @sofasoap @loneghostwolf @shadow0-1 @mistyresolve @islenthatur @bittersw33t-lotus @salbei-141 @m0chac0ffee @fictional-men-have-my-heart @ghostslillady @ghosts-bandwagon @soapxmactavish @mactavishwritings @sleepyconfusedpotato @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot @halcyone-of-the-sea @rileyslibrary @ghostkinnie @mctvsh @macravishedbymactavish @blissful--moon @mistydeyes @cowyolks @maxinequigleyart @ave661 @clownfishenthusiast @xintothewoodswegox @sighmurderbot If I missed anyone feel free to tag and reblog so others can check it out!

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All he had come in for was to use the ATM.

He didn't really have any other purpose for being at the bank right now. All he needed to do was go in for his change.

The door slid open and in walked the pretty blonde. She fumbled with her purse, standing in line for the teller.

Soap punched in his PIN, mentally making a list of things he needed. He thought he'd just get some cash out and grab groceries. The machine dinged, and he got the wad of notes that the machine had deposited. He had just got the money in his wallet, when he heard a scream from one of the women in line.

Soap spun around, trying to figure out what could have happened.

Some masked men had slipped in, taking advantage of the crowd. They were grabbing people left and right. One man grabbed the blonde woman, dragging her out of the line by her hair.

Soap felt sick inside.

He took a deep breath and ducked behind a counter. He had been in worse situations than this.

'Just my luck; I survived a dangerous top-secret mission taking out a terrorist cell, and now I get stuck in a bank robbery just blocks from my flat.'

He tried not to think about it too much. He would be out soon. The men who'd abducted the lady wouldn't be able to hold everyone here forever. There would be plenty of police to help. The whole incident would be over before he knew it. His soldier instincts told him to use his head; protect others, but don't be stupid. He reached under his jacket, making sure his concealed weapon was ready. The blonde girl swung her purse into the thug's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. That didn't help the situation though. Another one of them grabbed her by the throat, choking her.

That's when it all went to shit.

It wasn't as if he didn't know how to fight. He had done training, been in war zones, gone on stealth operations. But this was different. This was violence, and it wasn't a world away; it was down the street. The robbers had what they needed, and the biggest one grabbed the girl, using her as a human shield.

'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Soap yelled inwardly. If they took her out of the building, anything could happen. No one wanted that kind of thing to happen on their watch. Soap didn't want that kind of thing to happen.

He started backing up slowly toward the doorway. The gang was only four men, but even the most skilled fighter wouldn't just throw himself into the fight. He waited until they group was almost out the door before he stood, brandishing his gun.

"Let her go!" Soap yelled. He was going for intimidation, which wasn't going to be easy with a handgun pointed at his chest. Some shots were fired into the air, but that was all. Soap ran after them, afraid to shoot in fear of hitting the girl. She was putting up a fight. They were dragging her to the getaway car. Soap took a chance firing above the group. the butt of a handgun slammed into the back of her head, and then the criminals drove off, leaving their hostage prone on the sidewalk.

"Are you okay?!" Soap asked, kneeling down beside her. Her eyes were closed, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. Soap gently shook her shoulder. "Hey, wake up. Can you hear me? Wake up." She whimpered slightly. Soap quickly lifted her head and tucked his jacket under it, hoping to stop the bleeding from the back of her head. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry." She mouthed something at him, but no words came out.

His hands shook as he took his phone from his pocket and dialed 999.

"I was in the bank robbery on Churchill Street! I have a woman with a blow to the head! Please get an ambulance!" He hung up, cradling the girl's head.

"Hang on, love....help is on the way....just hang on...okay? You're gonna be fine."

She was breathing normally. Soap put his ear next to her mouth, checking her breathing rate. He let out the breath he was holding. "Thank God...stay awake...you need to stay awake, love."

She opened her eyes briefly before letting them close again. Her face looked pale and sweaty.

"You'll be fine...you're gonna be alright....they're gone...please stay awake."

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homicidal-slvt · 1 month

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2 Truths 1 Lie {Fun Facts About Me Edition}

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brewed-pangolin · 6 months

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There's something so hypnotic about Soap's mouth...

NSFW below the cut

Soap’s mouth is like a force of nature.

He kisses you like you're air and he’s been suffocating for weeks. He’ll hold your face within his hands, keeping your head still as he tilts his just so. Sealing his lips over your mouth as he devours your luscious and life-giving essence.

And he savors the taste of your mouth like a fiend. Soap’s known to have a very enthusiastic tongue, and making out is no exception. And if you tease him by biting his bottom lip, he’ll lose it. He’ll either fuck you right then and there or, if you’ve been successfully riling him up, come right in his pants. So tread lightly.

He trails his mouth over you skin like a pilgrim traversing a fantastical landscape. Delving into every curve, tasting the subtle changes in your flavor, and putting to memory your reactions to the gentle caresses of his lips along your more sensitive areas.

Soap especially enjoys the way you whimper when he trails his mouth over your calf. Lightly dragging his teeth along the sensitive flesh, just below the bend of the knee as he teasingly pumps his cock at a glacial pace into your soaking core.

And he eats you out like a man on death row, and you are his last supper. He savors the taste of your heat, how it changes depending on your diet, and the subtle shifts in acidity in accordance with your changing hormones. He says he prefers you taste right before your cycle. Your flavor is sweeter, more robust. As if your body is preparing him for a feast that only he had been lucky enough to pick up on.

Before Soap, you were reluctant. Shy even, to let a man take advantage of you in such a vulnerable way. But now, you can’t see your life being anything less than pleasurably dull without him.

But it isn’t always what Soap does with his mouth that has you caged like an animal inside his languid prison. It’s what comes out of it.

His voice.

That low, rumbling brogue that echoes from the speaker when he’s halfway across the globe and all he has is a cellphone and fifteen minutes at his disposal. His words generating the most pleasurable and obscene images in your mind, a talent only he can possess.

“Tha’s it, bonnie. Add ‘nother finger fo’me. Stretch tha’ sweet fuckin’ pussy like y’know I do.”

“Steaming hell. Can ‘ere how wet ya are, love. Keep goin.”

“Donnae hol’ back, lass. Got’a ‘ear ya moan fo’me.”

“I cannae…I canne cum…until ya moan…my name, bonnie.”

His deep Scottish accent rolling off his tongue and straight to your pulsing core. Pumping your fingers vigorously, doing your best to mirror his actions. Yet nothing can compare to the reality that is him.

And after his verbal torture he calms your trembling mind, still reeling from your orgasm with the affection of a gentle lover. Using that rumbling purr you’ve grown to adore in the afterglow of a powerful climax.

“Ya so good fo’me, bonnie. So fuckin’ good.”

“Bet ya made a mess, didn’ya? Mhmm. That’s how I want ya, lass. A mess an’ beggin’ for me.”

You didn’t know what your life was like before him, besides unfulfilled in pleasure. He opened you to a world you had only read about in romance novels and seen within the stories on television. You didn’t think it was real. Unachievable. Until the Scottish siren that is John ‘Soap’ MacTavish thrusted himself into your life.

Now, you couldn’t imagine living a life without him.

Addicted to a man and his mouth. Naturally. Like the continuous flow of oxygen deep within your lungs.

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pearldog30 · 1 year

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The last message, pt 2.

So I honestly didn't even have intentions on doing a part 2, for this series but @macravishedbymactavish encouraged it. and I thought of an amazing idea for this so I just had to do it. Part 1 👈 sorry if this isn't Welly perforated it's late when I'm writing this okay.

David Walker.

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Warnings| angst, death, description of wounds, blood.

It's been about a long, exhausting, month. after tracking where Rorke went with Logan. they think they finally have a lead on where they might be at, finally a glimpse of Hope for David.

Weeks after sleepless nights, panic attacks, nightmares of the scene replaying over, and over in his head of his brother being dragged away and the video his dad left him. they finally might have something, even if it's not much, it's something. giving David the strive to keep going, and to keep fighting even harder, for his brother. that's what's been keeping him going all along. The thought of finally getting inventions on rorke for his father, weighing heavily on his mind. but not only vengeance for his father, vengeance for his brother, and all the Brothers he's lost in this battle.

They eventually find the exact building of where they think the Federal were holding up at. And tonight, was the night they were going to be the classic ghosts they were. and go in and take them out one, by one, quietly. to get Logan back. Hesh, Keegan, and kick, were going to pull this mission off together. As Merrick stayed back and helped them along from the outside. They made sure they planned this perfectly as this was their one and only shot they could make no mistakes, they had no choice. 1 mistake, and it could be all over.

They get to the base where they know Rorke and Logan will be. But it won't be so easy, as the guards are everywhere, they waited until the next shift change, as it would be easier to take them out from the shadows. To make sure they didn't draw attention to themselves. As they knew if they got in a gunfight they wouldn't be able to last, they'd be outnumbered way too quickly. They were like the lone wolves walking into the Lion's den. One wrong move and they'd be a snack to Rorke, feeding him and his army. As they knew if rorke had the chance he would do whatever he did to Logan, to them.

After taking the two guards out that were standing at the gate. they finally got into the base. now was when the real game of cat and mouse begun. "I'm going to get to the security room to find out where they're being held up. You 2 get into the main building and wait for my commands, since we know they're in there somewhere." Keegan said to hesh and kick. Keegan was leading this mission commanded by Merrick. Not that Merrick didn't trust hesh, he just couldn't take the chance of the guy with nothing else to lose, leading the mission. as he didn't want hesh's vengeful, hot-headedness, getting in the way of the mission. As he knew hesh's feelings would get the best of him, and he would be leading with his heart and not his head.

doing as commanded, Hesh and kick went their own ways, as Keegan found himself at the security room. doing what he does best, taking them out before they even know it. "Kee you made it to the security room yet?" Hesh asked over the radio, as they entered the main building. "Yeah just got here. Not too much of a hassle surprisingly" Keegan joked to himself. "Alright, do you have eyes on rorke or Logan?" Hesh ask hesitantly. "No I-" before Keegan could finish his sentence he was cut off. "KEEGAN! KEEGAN!!" Hesh and kick yell over the radio concern for their friend now. "Haha... When do you boys ever learn" they heard the familiar sound of rorke. And this made hesh's vision go red, as he was seeing straight blood at this point. You could have swore he could have killed him, and the entire army they had there, from just the look in his eyes.

"God damn it Rorke I'm going to fuckin find you" hesh said angrily over the radio. as him and Kick moved up from the main building, going to the security room. as that was the only shot they had. As they begin getting close, they soon felt a sharp stabbing pain in their neck. Soon their vision going blurry, falling to the ground blacking out.

Hesh's eyes begin slowly opening, all he can feel was his head pounding, the taste of blood coding his tongue. He tried to recognizing where he was, but all he felt was being dragged. He tried to muster up what strength he had to fight back. but it was no use, as his hands were tied together. "Uh.. even knocked out, out of consciousness he still tries fighting" he heard the faded voice of rorke. He hoped to whatever universe there was, that this was just a bad dream. and they didn't just fail the mission.

"set him there" he heard the raspy voice of rorke command. as he began feeling being thrown into a chair, his vision coming back Fully. he shakes his head looking around, and he feels like he's been here before. "Damn son you just couldn't get enough of me couldn't you. Hehe..." Rorke chuckled out before he continued. But instead of listening to him, he soon recognizes Logan behind him, his eyes going wide. something's different about him, something's off, it's not the Logan that he knows, and it breaks him. Rorke soon notices "oh what your brother" he says pointing to Logan. "Yeah him. we just fixed him up a little bit, made him stronger, better. he was broken and weak when he was with you." Rorke says and the words cut Hesh Like a knife that's on fire. "Isn't that right Logan boy?" Rorke says to Logan making him speak for the first time "yes sir" Logan says with a smirk, and hesh can't begin to imagine what they've done to him.

"it's like we got the whole family here... Almost.." Rorke says before continuing. padding hesh's shoulder, and it just drives hesh into a rage. wanting to strangle him with the rope that's wrapped around his hands, right then and there. "Anyways let's cut to the Chase and get to the point. " Rorke says bending down to eye level to hesh. "I'm going to fix you, I'm going to make you a new man like I did your brother. I'll make sure you're not weak like your dad was, or who knows.... maybe you're already too far gone like him. weak, and broken." As the words leave Rorkes lips, it gets hesh to his final breaking point, exactly what rorke wanted. hesh's knows Rorke was referencing the video he left him. "I'LL FUCKIN KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER JUST WATCH!!" hesh yells out, trying to get up from his chair to tackle Rorke. but he is soon thrown back into the chair by his brother, getting pistol whipped. feeling blood quickly rush out his nose.

"that was a ballsy move I got to give it to you" Rorke says, as he begins walking around hesh. But before anything else could happen they hear a voice come through the walkie-talkie "sir we need you. two of the prisoners escaped" the voice says and Rorke huffs out to himself annoyed. "Fuckk.. Logan you stay here, and watch him. I got to go take care of this" and before anything else is said, Rorke leaves the room. Giving hesh the perfect chance to try and hope that his brother is still in there somewhere, trapped in the cage of whatever they did to him.

"Logan you there, look at me." hesh pleads out. Trying to get his attention but it's no use. He knows whatever they've done to him, he won't be able to compromise. so he has to go to the last resort that kills him "please... listen to me... acknowledge that I'm here... anything!" He says to his brother. But his brother continues ignoring him, with each passing word his brother looks farther away from him. Hesh knows that he's fighting something inside, whatever it is that has this hold on Logan, it refuses to let it acknowledge hesh "bro bro... Please.... You know the real me.." hesh whispers out, not realizing how much this is hurting him. The nickname David gave his little brother when they were little, made something in Logan turned his head to look at him. and for a second David saw his brother come back, but as soon as it came, it vanished.

"Stop..." Came the quiet cold voice of Logan, as he looked away again. "No! You know the real me... I'm sorry for all of it.. I- I should have fought harder for you at the beach" hesh finally cries out. Finally all the pain and guilt from that day finally catching up to him, and pouring out from him. Even if his brother wasn't there, he was going to make sure he knows how truly, and genuinely, sorry he is. that he couldn't get up, and fight for his brother on that day. that he just laid there, and watched him be dragged away.

As the words slowly, and brokenly, leave hesh's lips. Logan moves his head, as if he's trying to avoid listening. "N-no Logan please... Don't throw me in the dark... I- i can't lose youu...." David continues. He doesn't care if he's a sobbing mess, he doesn't care if he's sounding ridiculous, he doesn't care if this makes him pathetic, and weak, all he cares about is getting his brother back. "Logan please... I saw what they did to da- dad.." David says trembling, and this is what makes Logan completely snap. He walks up to David quickly putting a gun to his head. Pushing it right up against his Temple. "One more word! and I will pull the trigger.." Logan says deeply, his hand slightly trembling, sweating. David knows if the real Logan is there, he wouldn't even think about pulling the trigger.

He decides that it's worth the shot getting his brother back. "Do it then Logan... Fuckin. Do. It. Because I know you won't" David yells pushing his head up against the gun harder, looking into Logan's eyes. Logan breathes out heavily, quickly looking away from David putting the gun to his side. "See.. I knew you couldn't do it... I know you're still in there Logan" David says, continuing trying to fight that little battle going on in Logan's head. "Remember what mom always taught us... The only people we have is each other..." and for some reason those words leaving David's lips, make Logan cover his ears, violently shake. almost as if he's having a panic attack.

"Logan remember all those times da-" before David could continue. Rorke comes back in the room sweating, and infuriated. "WELL IT SEEMS LIKE OUR LITTLE FRIENDS HERE HAVE ESCAPED" Rorke yells, before he notices what's going on. "Get the fuck up Logan" Rorke commands staring down at Logan. Kicking him in the stomach, spitting next to him. Logan grunting in pain, grabbing his stomach. "I SAID GET THE FUCK UP... I TRAINED YOU BETTER THAN THIS" Rorke says as Logan stumbly comes back to his feet, sweating. Rorke putting his hand on Logan's shoulder, whispering something in his ear. David looking up catching his brother's eyes, he can tell that his brother is back. that the words that he was saying were the thing that broke him out of that prison that he was fighting to get out of for however long. giving David some sort of Hope. "Yes sir" Logan says sternly to Rorke, slowly backing away from him.

Logan giving David one last look it was something unpredictable, something that scared David deep down, he knows whatever that look is it's not good.

Before David could fully process the look, Logan quickly grabs the knife from his back pocket, stabbing rorke in the neck. As he does the gun Logan didn't realize roark's had in his hand accidentally goes off, shooting Logan in the heart as well. It all happened so fast before anyone could process any of it. Both of them stumbling to the ground, both of them starting to choke on their own blood. David quickly gets up from his chair running over to his brother. "NO NO NO NO.." David cries out, putting his tied hands on his brother's chest, to try and slow down the bleeding. "S-stay with me Logan" David says to his brother as he begins to feel tears running down his cheek. His worst nightmare slowly coming true. He could feel the blood rushing out from beneath his hands, his chest slowly beating slower and slower, his breathing getting lighter and lighter. "Co-me on brother..... I- I'm... going t.. to ge.. get you help... stay with me" David chokes out, doing the best he can to help his brother stay alive. "T-Thank you bubba...." His brother whispered to him, lightly putting his hand on David's arm, as the life he once had slowly disintegrates.

"no! God dammit you keep your eyes open and keep on fighting" David says sternly to his brother watching the life slowly leave his eyes, feeling his once warm hand, turning cold. limply falling to the ground next to him. "FUCK! FUCK! NO! NO!" David yells out crying. holding his unconscious, slowly lifeless body, to his chest. Feeling his warm blood starting to coat himself he doesn't care. He would sit there in a lifetime covered in blood. both literal, and physical, if it meant his brother would come back to him. He would navigate his way through hell with no compass, no map, if it meant getting his brother back. the once so young, so full of life, so quiet but yet joyful, Logan Walker. Leaving this once beautiful Earth.

Keegan and Kick eventually find hesh. and the scene before them shocks them, stopping them both in their tracks. Hesh on the floor holding his brother's lifeless body, crying to himself, trying to get his brother to come back to him. covered in his blood, it breaks their hearts. not only did they lose a member, they lost a friend, they lost their brother, Forever. Until one day they all meet again. "David" Keegan quietly says, gently approaching hesh. He knows hash is suffering badly, with this loss. but they can't sit in this base forever they have to go. "David" Keegan says again. gently putting his hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. "We have to go" Keegan says to David meeting his eyes. And right there he could tell that David wanted to die there with his brother. "But.. but.." hesh cries out, hesh doesn't give a shit if Keegan saw him crying, he just lost his brother, his other part of him that he didn't know he had. He lost himself. "No come on we have to go" Keegan says lightly to David. undoing the rope that tied his hands together. "Keegan's right come on they're waiting for us" kick says lightly, as Keegan tries to drag David out of there, So they all didn't get killed in there.

"NO I CAN'T LEAVE MY BROTHER" hesh screams still in denial, refusing to come to terms that his brother is gone. "David look at me... He's gone" Keegan says looking into David's eyes. as much as it breaks him to say this, it's the truth. and he's not going to sit around and let David live in denial. cuz that's only going to hurt him more in the long run. "Come on we have to go, we have to get back to the rest of the guys" Keegan says. as him and kick drag him out of there, because if they didn't he would have died there along with his brother. David still silently crying to himself, as they drag him out of the building.

And that's going to be the and for this. I hope you all enjoyed this! I hope this lived up to its expectation. I had a plan but then as I started writing it out it kind of just flopped but some people want it out anyway. So I hope it was somewhat enjoyable, and readable. Anyways I hope you're having a good day/night wherever you are. Reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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