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[princeofender]

‘Male Validation’ MW2 Soap x Trans! Male! Reader Smut

You’re new to the force but things don’t go as planned when you’ve been outed to the entire base.

Luckily someone has your back.

WARNING: transphobia, sexual themes, swearing, violence, discrimination. MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

(L/n) = Last name

“So, (l/n), you still got your lady bits down there?”

You felt your body being shoved against the wall, grunting in pain as you knew that was going to leave a nasty bruise.

Two men, who you were going to be deployed with and risk your lives together for the sake of your country, were being transphobic assholes.

You couldn’t believe it. Three years on testosterone and going through surgical operations to be comfortable in your own body. And for what? So the medical examiners could gossip and out you to the rest of the force?

“You’re real sick, you know that? What kind of woman gets all that shit done to them to look like a guy?”

“If any of my kids did what you did, I’d throw their sorry ass out in the streets and let ‘em rot out there.”

Now you’ve heard enough. No kid deserved to be treated like that. You certainly didn’t deserve it. You gritted your teeth and balled up your first, before putting all your strength into punching the nearest prick.

You landed him right in the jaw and he fell to the floor, clutching his face in pain.

“You’re gonna regret that one, tranny.” The man spit out viciously, before he abruptly left the floor and tackled you to the wall. He was about to kick your shit in.. real fucking bad.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

A man with a heavy Scottish accent growled out. All three of you looked the left and saw sergeant John Mactavish, or Soap as many referred to him.

One scary motherfucker.

The man who was holding you against the wall immediately backed off.

“Hey.. sergeant. You’re never gonna believe this but private (l/n)? Heh.. well, he’s actually a she.”

Soap stood there for a moment in silence, staring at you and squinting his eyes a little. It looked like he was glaring.

Oh shit, was he going to have a turn at beating your ass too?

He took a few steps forward.

But not to you.

He grabbed hold of the man who assaulted you by his hair and forcefully pulled him back to you.

“Does that look like a fucking woman to you, private?”

“Sir, I promise she’s-“

Soap threw him against the wall and he hit his head, tumbling to the floor.

The other man who was with him immediately went to help him up, finding that his friend was bleeding from the head.

“Hey! You can’t just-“

“Oh, but I can.”

The man scowled at Soap but didn’t give a reply.

“Man, woman, it doesn’t fucking matter when you’re out there on the field. But you remember the way you treated private (l/n) when you’re in a tight spot and need his help. You got that, you little cunts? Because he might not be so kind as to forgive this little incident. I know I fuckin’ wouldn’t.”

The men scurried off as soon as Soap finished lecturing them.

“Thank you, sergeant.”

“Come on, I need a drink.”

__________

The two of you were in his room.

He had poured you both two glasses of whiskey, to which you drank yours slowly and he downed his in one go. His glass was filled and he had a chance to speak his mind.

“I’ll be honest, (l/n). I can’t say I quite understand what you’ve been through or what you’ve done. But I know that no one should be treated like that. Especially when you have to count on each other as soon as you’re out there fighting.”

You stared down at your glass, seeing your reflection in the brown liquid and frowning. You just wanted to be respected and seen as the man you knew you were.

And it hurt knowing that half the base knew you weren’t born one.

“I can’t change who I am. I’ve been wishing for that almost all my life. I just couldn’t be happy with the person I was pretending to be so.. I started hormones and I got the surgeries. But it seems like a waste now.”

“Doesn’t look like a waste to me. I see a man, through and through. But..”

You looked back at him when he said the last word and became worried about what he would say.

“…Do the doctors just get someone else’s cock and stick it on to you or what?”

You nearly choked on the whiskey but you quickly recovered to burst out laughing.

And Soap was chuckling too.

“No- no, uh, it’s a long procedure and it takes a few of them to make it look even remotely real but uh.. no recycled penises.” You had to stifle your laughter to even explain to him what the surgeons did for you.

“So.. it works then?”

“I’d say it works very well, sergeant. Thank you for asking.”

“Hey I just had to make sure, alright? I’m new to this sort of thing.”

The two of you laughed and talked for more than an hour. Filling yourselves up on the whiskey until the bottle was completely empty. You talked about your life and transition journey and he talked about Task 141, all the things he’s seen and been through.

But as you got drunker, the topics would become less.. professional.

“So, sorry to be on the subject of your willy again but..”

“You want to see it?”

“Is that gay if I kinda do?”

“We both have socks on so I think we’re safe.”

The two of you laughed some more and you stood up from your seat, unzipping your pants and showing what you got.

“…”

“…”

“You must be pretty popular with the ladies at home then.”

You blushed and quickly put yourself away, fixing your pants and clearing your throat.

“Uh yeah, best thing about phalloplasty is that you can choose your size. Heh.”

“You wanna see mine?”

Now that caught you off guard. You had to stop your jaw from hitting the floor so you gave a casual ‘sure’ to your sergeant.

You had to play it cool or he would get a whiff of your wiles.

Not only were you a trans man, but you were incredibly gay.

John set his glass down on the table but didn’t get up from his seat. His hand unzipped his pants and he let out his half hard cock, which was quite the delectable size. 7 inches and you knew he could get bigger with some help from you..

Wait. He was hard?

You bit your lip, your hand gripping your pocket harshly. You couldn’t let yourself get aroused too.

“Come here, private. I won’t bite.”

“Sir..?” You let out a shaky breath. Maybe the whiskey did a little more than you thought. “I..”

“I believe I gave you an order just now,

didn’t I, lad?

Now that made you horny.

You felt your lower parts tingling when you walked up to him.

“Unzip yourself again.”

Your breathing quickened as you did as you were told, pulling out your cock again and taking a seat in his lap.

“I think you’ll do well with us, private. You’re good at following commands.” He mumbled in your ear and you could smell the harsh alcohol on his breath as he spoke.

“Sir-“

You were cut off quickly when you felt his hand on your dick.

You gasped as he started stroking it and you quickly covered your mouth.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He said, his free hand coming up to hold yours away from your lips.

Which reminded him..

His lips leaned in to touch yours and you moaned slightly, quickly accepting his tongue that prodded your bottom lip.

The two of you kissed passionately as his hand kept stroking your dick. You felt a bit more braver and took hold of his too.

He grunted against your mouth when your fingers wrapped around his length and jerked him off as well.

He pulled away from the kiss to messily suck on your neck. You were already moaning and squirming a little in his lap with all the attention you were getting from him.

“Hhnn, John.. please.”

“Please what?”

“…Please fuck me.”

Soap leaned away from your throat to give you another kiss, taking your hand off his cock and holding you from your ass soon after.

Then he stood up to go to the desk and lay you on top of it. But not before he took off your shirt.

Your top surgery scars were healed but still a bit prominent. Usually you used makeup to cover them but had forgotten this time.

You covered your chest and looked away.

“Show me.”

You looked at John with a worried look, and found acceptance in his.

There was no reason to hide from him.

You took away your arms and trembled when Soap leaned down to kiss your scars.

The tears welled up in your eyes and you tried not to cry.

Then jolted a little when you felt his lips wrap around your nipple.

And gave it a few sucks.

You moaned and arched your back into his mouth, whining out his name.

He smirked and pulled away as you breathed heavily, staring at him as he took off his shirt and pulled his pants down to his feet. His cock was 8.5 inches now and very thick.

You were practically drooling at the sight.

John spit in his hand and stroked his dick to lube himself. He also made you suck on his fingers to coat them, since you’d need a bit of prep yourself.

He felt it was good enough and took his fingers out and brought them down to your ass.

He stuck one in and your breathing hitched. You felt it moving in and out for a minute before feeling the other.

Your hand travelled down to stroke your cock, moving your head from side to side quickly as the pleasure was building up. It felt so good and you knew you would be getting close.

But then you felt empty all of a sudden.

You quickly looked at John and whimpered, who could only laugh.

“It’s alright, I figured you’d want something else about now..”

You felt the head of his cock at your entrance and gasped as he pushed in.

It hurt, he was bigger than what you were used to so you had to bite your fist.

“I’m almost all in.. just hold on for me, lad.” John shuddered as he kept burying his cock deeper inside you until you were fully bottomed out.

“Fuck..” He groaned, and started thrusting into you slowly.

“Mmhh, John.. it’s too big..!” You moaned against your hand, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you couldn’t handle it.

“I know you can take it, pretty boy. Don’t give up yet.”

You whined like a puppy, but you didn’t want to disappoint John, and it was actually starting to feel better.

But you were going to be so sore tomorrow.

Soap’s pace was getting faster now and he held your legs, moving them up to go over his broad shoulders.

You looked so submissive underneath him.

It turned him on.

It encouraged the Scottish man to keep pounding into your ass. You could only moan with every bounce against his dick and scratch against the wood of the desk.

The way your heat clenched around him was getting to be too much.

John pulled his cock out and spurted cum all over your stomach.

You came on yourself as well, soon after the other man did.

John stared down at you, panting with beads of sweat going down his chest and forehead.

That was the hardest he’s cum in a while.

He gave you a few minutes to catch your breath and then helped you clean up.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes, sir.”

_________

I’d like to apologize for that transphobia in the beginning of the fic. It’s quite heavy and I don’t want to hurt anyone so I am very sorry if I did so.

At least our sweet John is here to comfort. <3

[princeofender]

Warm Welcome 18+

John MacTavish x Transmasc Reader

Word Count: 3,546

!! Minors/Non mlm/nblm DNI !!

Summary: John and Reader talk about dicks and things escalate 

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[princeofender]

soap; control [mature]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, too," he says. 

But you don't stop there. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, John!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[princeofender]

now i can't stop thinking abt breeding with ftm ghost.. RAAAHH

Oh?👶

now I can't stop thinking about it👿 kinda a combination of another idea I had because what of a barracks bunny that isn't the stereotypical bottom bitch

FEMS AND MINORS DNI

cw: subbot!ghost, slight(?)breeding k, dirty talk/name calling, overstim, i did not read over this twice, words used for simon's genitals are; cunt, pussy, folds, hole, walls, cervix, and core

ghost finding out you're the barracks bunny everyone's been whispering about.

he's a bit surprised at first, as he never imagined someone like you to be doing something like....that. not once during the time he learned about the rumor to when he finally found out who it was did he think it would be you.

you were just too reserved, too professional. and if simon was going to be honest with himself, he didn't take you for a bottom.

oh, how right he was.

calling you in to discuss the topic was probably one of the more annoying parts of his day, he didn't want to talk about it, but as your superior it was his job to make sure nobody was out of line. and sleeping with anyone and everyone around base didn't exactly make the cut. so, like a good lieutenant, he had you sit down across from him to have a little talk.

a talk.

it was supposed to be a talk.

so why the hell was he pressed up against the wall with your cock pumping in and out of his crying pussy?

simon had done what he was supposed to do, he'd told you how unprofessional your acts were, how it wasn't entirely his business but was causing a disruption and he'd rather not have to jerk you for it. but past all that, just when you were getting ready to leave, he'd let it slip what he really thought of the whole situation through what was meant to be a lighthearted joke.

"Never thought you'd take it up the ass, [c/n]."

oh. that's how he got here. he had been wrong.

struggling to suck in gasps of air between each thrust, simon was rendered useless underneath of you. the sound of your balls slapping against his ass every time you bottomed out only seemed to make you more eager. and maybe if he was thinking straight, he would've stopped you on the first advance. maybe if he had thought about it more than just getting a quick glance at the bulge in your pants, he wouldn't have let you grab his hips and tug his mask up. but he'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't been wanting this for months.

you brought him back to reality with a harsh slap to his thigh, forcing a grunt from his mouth. "cmon riley, stay with me a bit longer." your voice was rough with arousal, hot breath making the skin of his neck tingle and his hips squirm in your hold. made his cunt drool even more.

you didn't let up. no matter how many claw marks he left trailing down your back or how many tears pricked at his eyes, your pace never slowed. he could feel his orgasm building, each punch to his cervix pulling him closer and closer to the edge. the first of many.

the sound of your hips stuttering against his was the only warning before you fill him up, again. he lost count after seventh time. simon wasn't even holding himself up anymore, legs numb and hands barely able to keep ahold of your shoulders. if it were any other time, he would've been impressed with how well you were holding him up. knees almost touching his chest and legs held up by your hands as you pound into his hot core. but right now he couldn't form a coherent thought, the only thing going through his head was you and the cum spreading against his walls with every snap of your hips, some spilling out and dripping down to the floor. you still felt so big even though you had to have been at it for at least 2 hours now, velvety walls surely formed to fit the size of your dick. like he was made for this. made for you.

"shit si-" you growl, the sound deep and rumbling through your chest. "starting to think you shoulda been the bunny, would've- fuck- made my job a lot easier." he could only grunt in response, not trusting what would come from his mouth if he opened it.

"bet you would've made a great- hahh- whore, wouldn't you?" the malice in your tone isn't real, but it makes him clench around you all the same, eyes opening for a brief second before shutting again. he'd always had a thing for shit talking.

"then again," you continued, picking up the pace of your thrusts, "i bet you would've gotten knocked up by now, eh? simon riley can't wait to get his little cunt stuffed so he doesn't play it safe?"

every vein was on fire, a sob leaving his throat as he flutters around you, cumming again and rolling his eyes back. you were going to make him go insane, were going to fuck and breed him dumb until all he could remember was your name and the feeling of your prick in his hole. and he couldn't care less, mind all too pliant and willing.

finally, finally, finally, finally- you pull out with a wet pop. his slick mixing with your cum as it oozes out and down his legs when you released them. he felt his hips pop, he wasn't as flexible as he used to be, but barely even noticed it as they immediately gave out under his weight. you let him slide to the floor, your own juices continuing to gush out if him like a used whore. the smell of sex and musk making his nose burn when he tilted his head back against the wall, breath heavy and labored.

even through the bleary-eyed haze he was in, ghost still had some lingering sense that maybe that was it, you'd let him rest. let his body recover from the onslaught of pleasure. but of course you wouldn't. he was too dirty for you to just leave him like that.

simon whimpered as you grab his legs again, kneeling down in front of him on the floor while tilting his hips back up so you could get a good view of your work. of his folds twitching, truly fucked raw.

it's going to be the best meal you've had in awhile.

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hmmmmm I got a little sidetracked hmmmmmmmmmmmmm I need him

[princeofender]

Missing You

CW: NSFW, sub bottom Soap, dom top Reader, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, edging, sex toy, dom/sub. Quick and rough but that's how the horny strikes.

Like always, asks/requests are open :Dd

You've been gone on a mission for nearly a month now, and Soap doesn't know what to do with himself. Even when you text him sporadically to tell him you're alive, sometimes he feels like a housewife, stuck awake late at night wondering if you'll return to him as a pair of dog tags.

And even later at night he can't help thinking of what you'll do to him when you come back, ravage him until he's drooling and his brain is leaking from his ears.

As days turn to weeks he finds himself trying and trying to jerk off to no avail. No matter how much he tries he can't seem to get himself off while you're away; he could fuck his cock into his fist until his skin's rubbed raw and his balls are so full they feel like they'll explode but nothing ever comes out. His body is just so used to having your body over his and your scent in his nose and just your presence near that it can't cum without it.

Pure need breeds desperation and has him finding himself at your door in the middle of the night. It's locked, but he has the key. He's quick to shimmy his way inside, a happy little sigh escaping him when he huddles underneath the covers and your scent invades his nose. A stuttered breath leaves him as he gropes his stiff cock underneath his shorts, burying his nose into your pillow and breathing in deep until his lungs are full of you and his brain is buzzing nicely.

He tries to get himself off like that, doesn't take him much to stroke himself to full mast but even surrounded by your scent he can't cum. It's like there's a blockage at the base of his cock that's not letting anything put pre-cum out while he humps his fist until tears prickle his eyes.

A thought pops into his mind and without even thinking he's fishing his phone from his pocket and dialing your number without thinking of what time of the day is on your end. Holding the phone in one hand and cock in the other he nibbles on his lip as he waits for you to pick up. Hopes you will pick up.

"Johnny?" Your voice is slurred with sleep, giving it a deep base rumble that sends a nice shiver down spine.

"Bonnie..." He breathes out and bites his lip to hold back a groan, cock twitching in reaction from just your voice. "Fuck, ah missed yea."

You hum, still half asleep. "Missed you too Johnny. How have you been?"

"Good." He breathes out, worrying his lip between his teeth as he strokes himself. "Just been mighty bored since you left lil' ol' me alone."

You can hair faint shuffling on the other end, but not his usual chatter. Normally when you call each other Soap will prattle on and on for as he can, but this time he is strangely silent save for his shuddered breath. "Soap... where are you?"

He freezes and sucks in a breath, "In yeh room."

"Johnny." The way you say his name sends a shiver down his spine and he begins stroking himself again, pinching and squeezing the head of his poor cock in the same way you do. "Did you miss me this much?"

"No shite." A small sound escapes him, a mixture of a curse and something more animalistic. "Ah try 'an wank off but every time I try it's-" A familiar hellish feeling in his balls, like something close to pain but not quite, has him cutting his sentence short.

"Poor boy," You coo, "Can't cum without me there, can you? Got you so trained to cum with my cock up your ass you can't do it without something nice and big stretching you out, hmm?"

Your words have embarrassment flooding his system and a small stream of pre leaking from his red angry tip, "'S your fault, fockin' wanker." He curses, burying his head into your pillow while quickly stroking his cock. He'd be embarrassed about what your voice does to him if he wasn't so damn horny. "Fix yer mess."

"Want to cum so badly don't you?" You stall just for a second, your mind birthing a devious idea. "Alright sweetheart, check under the bed for me."

Your request confuses him. "What for?" Still, he's a good boy, he does as he's told no matter how much it hurts to let go of his dick. Even just the sheets rubbing against his poor dick has him whimpering from overstimulation, but he manages to reach beneath your bed and finds a small discrete box.

"Just a gift for you." Your smirk carries over the phone and you can just imagine his expression when when he opens the box.

Inside the box is a dildo. It's firm in his hand as he picks it up, heat pools in his stomach as he recognizes the tip he'd spend hours suckling on, as he traces each realistic vein with his fingers the same way he'd do with his tongue, as he rubs the silicone balls like he'd worship the actual ones; It's molded from your actual dick.

"Oh you sick fuck." He breathes out, but there's not a single hint of disgust in his breathless voice. "Did yea make it so's yea could fock yourself?"

"Funny." Your two share a small chuckle, "If you're not careful I'll make one of yours and lock the real thing away. Not like you use it much."

He never knows if you're serious or kidding but the subtle threat in your tone has his dick throbbing all the same. He manages an indignant "Oi!" before his voice pitters out when he finds your second surprise.

"Thought you'd want something to remember me by." You can't hide your amusement when he finds your underwear. After you'd caught him masturbating with his face shoved in a pair of your underwear he'd nicked, you'd gone out of your way to wear one pair each time you went to the gym and didn't wash it.

"Oh bile yer heid." He huffs but he's already rolling on his side with your underwear pressed close to his nose. He breathes in deep until he can taste the heavy tang of your musk on his tongue, arousal burning hot in his veins.

"I'll take it you like it." You chuckle, "Go on sweetheart, you know what to do."

"Aye." He shuffles until shimmy his shorts off, having not even bothered with wearing boxers. He shifts so his knees are close to his chest, the phone pressed between his ear and the pillow so he can use both hands. "C'mon, keep yappin'. Need tah hear yea." He feels so high-strung begging like this, but it just makes heat burn hotter in his cock when he brings the silicone dildo to his puckered hole that's already wet from when he'd tried to finger himself to an orgasm.

"Oh, sweetheart," With your voice ringing in his ear and your scent in his nose and the weight of your sheets over his half naked body he almost feels like you're right there. If he closes his eyes he imagine it's your cock poke against his hole and your body swallowing his. "Let me guess, you're already wet huh?"

"Know me so well." He breathes out and slowly pushes the dildo against his hole until the head finally slips past the ring of muscle. He's rougher than you'd be but his body is so desperate to feel you that the cock slips in easily, his walls clenching greedily around every familiar vein.

You croon praises in his ear as he sets a deep and fast pace, biting your underwear between his teeth to muffle his pathetic mewls while pounding his hole. But it's not enough, even with every single one of his senses full of you it's not enough. His arm's starting to cramp the longer he fucks himself, twisting and angling the dildo in a desperate attempt to catch his prostate, his hips twitching back to when he bottoms out so he can feel the fake balls slap against his own.

"Shit- It's not enough, fock, please." He shifts his head just enough to beg, huffing in your scent.

"What's wrong Soap, can't fuck yourself like I can?" He groans at your words, biting the wet fabric of your underwear again when he finally manages to graze his prostate. His cock's leaking like a faucet, easing the glide of his fingers when he grabs it to stroke himself until he's whining from the stimulation coming from both ends.

His balls ache and fire burns in his stomach every time he bottoms out, his thighs shaking with the need to cum. "Nae, you fock me so good-" He pants, pleas both in English and Gaelic falling from his lips until you can barely understand anything aside from pure need.

"Go on Johnny, you can cum."

Your permission is all it takes for him to tip over the edge, hole spasming around the dildo and cum spurting like a firehose from his cock and his sight going white. Weeks upon weeks of unresolved tension all escaping him as waves of euphoria pulse through him, leaving him shaking from his orgasm.

"There you go, good boy." Your voice brings him back from the peaks of heaven, his breathing heavy and uncoordinated. "How do you feel?"

"Fockin' perfect." He slurs and has just enough strength to slip the fake cock from his hole and toss it somewhere on the floor. "Felt like ah was ready ta blow." A loud yawn leaves him and his eyes feel heavy when he hears your voice again.

"Get some sleep Johnny, I'll be back by the time you wake up."

"I'll hold yea to it." A dumb little smile tugs on his lips and he nuzzles his head into your pillow, drifting off to sleep.

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Early Morning

GhostSoap X M!Reader

Warnings: fluff because I can’t handle whatever the fuck that campaign was., cuddling and kissing, small make out sesh, poly gs+r, off duty boys, not many warnings tbh

Waking up on the weekends always felt refreshing, especially when you were surrounded by warmth. You push your face against a chest in front of you, not really bothering to check who’s it was. You could hear quiet whispers and mumbles, and a hand pushing its fingers through your hair. A small noise of content is exhaled through your nose, the body behind you that was supplying the equal side of the warmth shuffles around a bit, pushing up against you more than it was before.

As you finally listen in to what’s happening around you, you realize the chest your pressed against is Johnnys. A warmth blossoms in your chest, a smile curling up on your face. Your eyes are still closed, not wanting to be fully awake to the world yet. You reach a hand back slowly and feel around for Simon behind you, his hand quickly finding yours. He grabs ahold of it and squeezes, letting you know he knows you’re awake as he continues to talk to Soap. It seemed pretty early, the room not looking that light. It wasn’t unusual for them to be awake early, usually used to immediately getting up in the mornings and being off to work.

You hear Ghost say something involving you, and the next thing you know you feel Soap lifting your head up gently, his lips kissing your face as you open your eyes to him. “Well good mornin’ love. Hope we didn’t wake you.”, he says, the touch of his soft lips leave a fluttering feeling in your chest. You shake your head at his words, your hand still holding Simons rougher one. You feel the older male behind you move his face down to the nape of your neck, his lips pressing against it softly.

“Mornin’, dear.”, you hear Simon mumble against your skin, a hum of acknowledgment leaving your throat. Laying between the both of them made you feel safer, the feeling of it bringing you a comfort that you didn’t know you needed. You feel Ghost move himself back up to continue his talk with Johnny, his hand still holding on to yours. Your eyes travel up to stare at Johnny as he talks, his accent captivating you every time it slips out when he talks. Your look doesn’t go unnoticed as he glances down at you a few times, a smile appearing ever so slightly every time he did as you looked up in awe.

Soap leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, a soft chuckle rumbling from his chest as you chase after his lips as he attempts to pull away. He looks over at Ghost and glances down at you, pushing his lips against yours again and deepening it, letting his tongue slip in. You feel Simon let go of your hand, moving it up your body to grab at your chin gently. Ghost moves down to bite at your neck softly, marking it while he holds your face in place for Soap.

When they both pull away, you’re all breathing heftily. They both loved showing you how much they loved you, every piece lining up perfectly when you three had moments like that. As excited as you were from the attention, drowsiness was still nagging at you. You mumble as you move back down to push your face into Johnnys chest. You sigh calmly as you feel Ghost push against your back, a deep breath leaving him as he rests against you. Soap follows in behind you both and rests his head against the pillow, moving his face closer to you and closing his eyes. You all loved your moments together, and it would only take death for you three to be apart.

~ ★

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AH I LOVE YOUR BLOG, thanks you sm for your writings!!

OKAY OKAY TODAYS TOPIC! COD MEN! what’s new so i’m super tall like 6’ 8” but most fics are written for them being taller which I understand, but what would like tf 141, or alex/graves reaction to you being taller to them, sfw or nsfw head cannons.

Tall M!Reader headcannons (141 + Alex andGraves )

- Hey, I’ve been gone for a while and have sorta lost my fire for writing and am now kind of focused on personal OC and art stuff for mw and also just playing the game itself. If your interested in art and oc stuff I’d be happy to post that, I just don’t want to crowd art and nasty oc shit around my other stuff for you guys (my 3 entire fics 💀) so tell me what you guys think..-

Tags/warnings: Sfw, reader is 6’8, all heights are canon (accept for Ghost and Soap which I estimated based on in-game cutscenes), Platonic (could be seen as kinda romantic for Gaz’s part??), lieutenant reader, super short, sorry (I’m not sorry at all), body besides height is not specified, Gaz’s part suggestive

I did sfw only and also more platonic because I couldn’t think of any good ones that didn’t make the chars super ooc… (sorry)

Price (6’2) :

initially not much of a reaction, was kinda just like, “you’ll be a good battering ram then eh?” *dry smoker chuckle*

Tilts his hat back so he can look up at you properly 

Straightens his posture when near you to look taller and more intimidating

If you’re bulky and tall he will insist on sparring with you and with probably wolf whistle while looking you up and down when he sees you shirtless the first time

If your on the stockier/ skinnier side he’s definitely said something along the lines of “ya need some more meat on those bones heh” while handing you food he made (I heavily head cannon Price as loving to cook)

Soap (6ft) :

slightly startled by you height when you met?? “Christ es’ a big bastard…”

Makes small jokes about your height “how’s tha’ weather up there LT?” Will stop if it genuinely upsets you though

When he first met you he wrote a little note in his journal about you that said “new Lieutenant is built like a fucking tree…” with a shitty doodle of you off to the side

Won’t tilt his head back to look at you and will instead lean his entire body backwards to look up at your face

Gaz (5’11) :

Flustered by your height fr 😏

Won’t meet your eyes if your casually talking to him while in close proximity 

Height dif is definitely a turn on for him

Wants to spar you all the time to ‘prove’ he can take on larger opponents (he just finds it hot when you absolutely topple him)

Makes random jokes about your height but is more reserved with it and usually only adds onto others jokes about it

”Do you diet?” Will ask what you eat to get so tall and will try it himself (it does not work)

Ghost (6’5) :

Not intimidated by your height but is afraid people are more intimidated of you than him because you’re taller

Puffs out his chest and straightens his posture near you if your both in a group with other people

I honestly think he couldn’t give less of a shit about your height sorry..

”the wolves go after the biggest sheep first…” Makes jokes about how you’re the biggest target and stand out more

Alex (6,1) :

“heh.. just glad your on my side kid…”

definitely intimidated by your height

Chuckles nervously when you approach and cranes his neck to look up at you when you talk

If you’re standing behind him he’ll nervously turn his head to glance at you to see if your still there

Likes to keep you with him for interrogations for intimidation factor

Graves (5’10) :

Your height makes you an automatic favorite shadow

You could be the sweetest sonovabitch and he’d still say shit like “you see that big guy over there? You don’t wanna mess with him..” to intimidate people

Calls you big guy so often it might as well be your callsign now..

Tilts his head to the side to look up at you

Intimidated but impressed by your height

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this is not at all original but I love the implications in ‘09 soaps journal so much I’m shamelessly projecting them onto '22 soap too

soap who pushes himself relentlessly whenever he thinks he could have should have done better spending hours in the gym, on the tracks, at the range. pushing his limits as hard as he possibly can so he can do it next time. be a little a faster, more accurate, more effective, prevent just one more casualty, keep another team of having to go in, spot a problem quicker.

and deep down so he can feel like one day, if he just keeps pushing, he might be enough.

he’s so starved of positive reinforcement it’s no wonder he almost climbs ghost like a tree after las almas. the time he is in for when ghost starts to understand what praise does for him…

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patrochilles doodle

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i cant find the ask but someone requested a phil doodle a while back and i completely forgor

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i just came from twitter LOOOOL! 😜👏 let’s go, tumblyp

h… hm… did anyone else feel that

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OH WAIT YEAH OZYMANDIAS IS SET IN A DESERT (technically Egypt if you wanna be accurate, it's about Ramses II) So perhaps the desert is the place they go when those legacies, as permanent as brick and mortar may seem, are all blown away. Ozymandias is a warning to tyrants that all their works and empires will eventually blow away like sand in the wind. and we know somebody knows a bit about lands falling down...

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Wilbur Soot has compared himself to the poem of Ozymandias countless times before. This is something us fans know. 

He’s made reference to it on a handful of occasions, and has even had Fundy read the poem allowed. There was an entire animatic by Sad-ist about him as Ozymandias. 

Ozymandias is this poem about this king, a supposed great ruler of a great kingdom, the king of kings. There’s a catch, and the heavy hitter of the poem. It doesn’t matter, no one remembers it. All that is left behind is a broken run down statue and a name with none of his greatness attached. 

It’s easy to say that Wilbur compares himself and thinks of himself like Ozymandias, a man who may have been beloved by many, who may have had many greats, but left nothing behind that wasn’t wrecked or ruined. He has no legacy that will outlive him.

This is increasingly sad when you realize what c!Wilbur has done over the course of the last several apology streams. He is trying to make people’s last memories of him positive. Whether it’s because of their choice to never speak to him again, or his own. He keeps stating he wants to leave (whether it’s potentially him dying, or simply leaving off on his own), so he wants to leave the people he cared about and wronged the most with some positive memory of him, something that will remain of him, even if small. 

He even says to Eret that he’s left behind and done one of the hardest & most important jobs of all, bringing people together. 

Wilbur is still unable to see how he is the base, the one who brought everyone together in the first place, he’s the one who started it all, and the one that still manages to unite everything and everyone through one seemingly unbreakable thread that is him and his creation and belief in L’manburg.

I think then, c!Eret saying that he doesn’t want to be like Ozymandias, he wants to leave behind a legacy, something greater. He wants to leave behind some positive impact on future generations, namely through history and the telling of it and the preserving of it.

There’s some bit of bittersweet irony of Eret not knowing that Wilbur sees himself as Ozymandias, and how he speaks how he doesn’t want to do what Ozymandias had done, that he wants to be greater (doesn’t everyone?). 

There’s something bittersweet about Eret often praising Wilbur for leaving behind something so great, L’manburg, and being such a large impact on everyone’s lives. Something that Wilbur can’t see himself.

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HI BUN IM BACK for no suspicious reason hehe

can i request 'as an apology' for cquackity ?? specifically his s/o kissing his scar maybe as a way to say that theyre sorry for not being there for him and to say that they still love him [cause he feels as though the scar has forever "ruined" him]

have a good day :D

❀ i'm so sorry 「blurb」

c!quackity x gn!reader

contains: angst, semi-detailed injury, feelings of guilt, lots of crying

word count: 680

summary: After hearing nothing from Quackity you decided to go look for him. The regret sits heavy in your chest.

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hi spec! i hope you like this (: sorry for the large gap in writing here's a little blurb for you guys!

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By the time you learned of Techno’s planned execution and the mess that had occurred after, it had been weeks. All the messages you sent to him went unanswered. There was only radio silence from Quackity and it made a cold pit of anxiety fester in your lungs till you couldn’t take it anymore.

Why didn’t he tell you? 

Where was he now?

The sky was fading from baby blue to orange when you saw him, his back was to you but that blue track jacket and beanie were unmistakable. His hand was resting on a nearby tree when you stepped closer.

“Quackity?”

You watch as his body tenses up and he takes a shaky breath into his chest. “Hey, long time no see.” His back stays facing you and you feel the pit grow when he seemingly can’t look at you.

Had you messed this up?

“Yeah,” the light chuckle you let out felt hollow. “I tried to get a hold of you when I heard about what happened.”

The long silence caused you to shakily sigh, you stepped further into the small clearing until you were close enough to set a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Please.” Forcing the heavy feeling in your chest down, you get the words out finally. “Talk to me.”

He whirls around to face you, his mouth opening and shutting rapidly, trying to configure the words. While he struggles to speak you feel your blood run cold at the large gash that covers his eye, the skin still irritated and weeping. The clumsy stitching littering the skin, leaves your mouth dry as you realize the grave mistake your caution had caused. When Quackity was hurt and forced to tend to his own wounds, you had been at home twiddling your thumbs waiting for a sign that never came.

He needed you and you weren’t there.

“I-” He swallows heavily as he feels your gaze lingering on his mutilated skin. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” Your face crumples at the shaking in his voice, and the words alone cause you to throw your arms around him.

“I’m sorry.” The tears rush forward and cause your throat to constrict but you force the words out with a sob, throwing your face into his neck. “I’m so sorry Quackity.” At first you think you’re just feeling your own shaking, but as you take a deep shuddering breath you realize Quackity is shaking beneath you.

His hands clutch onto your back, squeezing hard enough to cause the threads to strain. He holds onto you as if you will disappear the second he lets go and you curse yourself for not realizing he was in danger before the damage had been long since inflicted.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.” Pulling back you gently bring your hands up to cradle his face, tears streaming down both of your cheeks. “I’m sorry I let them hurt you.”

Quackity’s chin wobbles before he lets a sob break free and finally lets the painful cries he held in out knowing you will be there to protect him in his vulnerable state.

The loving kisses you litter across his skin warms his chest and makes his heart clench in a bittersweet wave of gratitude and feeling undeserving of it all at once. It’s only when a tender kiss is pressed feather-light to the ghastly wound marring his skin does the pain outweigh the warmth.

You whisper pure confessions of love and remorse into his skin, he allows it to wash over him in hopes that it can battle the cruel words that keep spiraling in his head when he thinks of the gash in his skin. 

You realize that neither of you are okay. One consumed by guilt and the other struggling to believe he is still worthy of being cared for. You only hope that things will eventually be better, that you two will be happy, and that Quackity will be able to see how deeply he is loved, scars and all.

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i just had a really funny idea for a drawing of jack manifold