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#Captain Soap MacTavish
mactavishenjoyer · 1 day
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Unlike Ghost Soap's family wasn't murdered. Just a series of advents. Suicide is what took his father. Alcoholism is what took his mother. She ended up passing after two years of dialysis. That's what soap remembers the most about her. That she didn't listen to anyone that tried to help her. That she was mean in those last two years. That he had felt guilty when he was just tired of taking care of her. Him and his brother ended up in foster care. Getting split up but finding each other surprisingly quickly when his brother hit 18. His brother died in a car crash a year later. 19 was too young to go but death didn't care. His brother was the only person Soap buried. He deserved to rest somewhere nice. Instead of sitting in a box shoved into some closet like their parents. Soap must have been around 27 when he had actually spread his parents ashes. It only took 15 years to do so but he did it. Something he'd never admit out loud was that he didn't care. It felt wrong but it just wasn't a big deal. The only time he remembered crying over his family was burying his brothers smashed and unrecognizable body. Soap doesn't talk about it. Not because he wants to keep it hidden but because he is tired of the train of "I'm sorry" that comes with telling people. It annoyed him. He would also never say that out loud. He'd never tell someone that it was a waisted sorry. That he truly didn't care that his parents were gone. Paired with his career people would think he was crazy. They'd think that he lacked emotions when that was far from the case. He knew his emotions well. He knew the feeling of dread that washed over him when Simon didn't finish a solo mission in the estimated time. He knew the fear that ran through him that he'll pick up a call just to hear that Kyle didn't make it. He knew the terror that coursed through his body when Price would go dark. He knew the panic that would set in when Gary would get split up from another member. He knew he loved his team. He knew this was his family. He knew that he'd be lost without them.
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blingblong55 · 1 day
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[not a request]
Just wanting to share my thots thoughts,
I just want soap or ghost to push me down onto my fours, spread my legs open, back arch, split me right open with their girthy, lengthy dick and hit me at the g-spot.
Then, flip me over onto my back, fuck me at the throat, shower me with their juices.
Thank you.
It doesn't even end there
Soaps cock filling your sweet cunt whilst Ghost fucks your throat. Soap keeps slapping your tits, calling you a dirty slut all as Ghost coos at how good of a girl you are for them as his hands wrap around your throat. Soap can't help but groan and fill your tight cunt with his cum. It was too hard for him not to want to breed you, I mean you were just so easy and ready for him that it was irresistible to fill you.
Ghost gets desperate as with each orgasm they give you, your throat tightens on his meaty cock. It's a sweet flavour for you, a needy slut.
They switch places, degrade and praise you as all they want and need is to claim your cunt over and over. Bite marks cover you, hickeys and their juices all over you as with mean looks they laugh and record you.
By the fifth orgasm, you are already so cum filled and drunk that you're just so easy to fuck. It's nothing but heaven for them when they can empty their balls in you. What a good girl you must be to let big and mean men inside of you this way.
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eastbubble · 24 hours
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need him SO bad that it’s getting unhealthy. do i write something about him on this mission ??!?!?!?!? yes or no yes or no
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frogchiro · 7 months
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I-I just can't stop thinking about Captain MacTavish and his stupidly large, uncut cock and full, low hanging breeder balls :((
He's just,, so much man you get me? He's large, and bulky, well developed muscles moving and flexing beneath a layer of fat, thick, slightly tanned skin and a thick layer of dark hair all over his chest, tummy and happy trail and he's fucking proud of it.
Captain MacTavish isn't afraid to strut and parade himself like a prized stallion, showing off in front of all the soldiers but especially in front of you, like that one time in some backwater safe house.
It was a real shit hole, barely holding together but it was better than nothing and poor little you had almost cried out of relief when you set the heavy backpack with your technical equipment down on the dusty floor, Captain MacTavish, Captain Price and Gaz following shortly after. Except there was one tiny problem; there was a very limited amount of warm water supply so either you shower all together or someone will get an ice cold bath, and with the raging snow storm outside, the rapidly declining temperature and only a shitty old fireplace to keep you 'warm' the answer was obvious.
While you were given the 'courtesy' of having a flimsy old curtain hung to protect your modesty, to be honest you kinda resigned from it since it was basically see-through anyway.
So now you were all naked, your poor soft body sore from all the running and carrying heavy equipment and to top it all off you were surrounded by equally naked, powerful men too :(( While Soap, Price and Gaz made a half-assed promise to not look, they obviously did just that; sneaking glances at your soft tits and broad hips, thick thighs all nice and bitable looking- but the worst of all was Captain MacTavish :((
He wasn't even trying to be subtle, he was shameless in fact. Soap was standing the closest to you and he made use of that position, flexing his burly body and turning you you could see his half-hard cock hanging between his powerful legs, balls hanging full and swollen form all the backed up sperm; fighting always made adrenaline and testosterone run hot through his veins and the close proximity and scent of a pretty young thing like you?? If Soap was a worse man he'd bend you over right there and then and stuff his fat cock inside your poor cunt, tip right against your cervix and all and maybe, just maybe his cock drooled a nice amount of precum while smirking like a wolf at your flustered squeak and the annoyed, jealous groans of the men around him :((
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fludderpy · 2 months
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They are so in love, your honor.
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brewed-pangolin · 4 months
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Captain MacTavish, who makes you ride his face while leaning against the headboard every morning. Won't stop until your legs are quaking around his head and dripping yourself all over his stubbled chin. Whimpering that you're too sensitive, further urging him on as he grips tightly into your thighs and plunges his tongue deep into your overstimulated hole.
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prottdoodles · 6 months
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If 09 Roach and 09 Ghost brought home Riley the dog, how would 09 Soap react?
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He most def ain't a dog person
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soapsbullet · 2 months
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Captain Mactavish writing “How many times can a man save your life until it's no longer your own” in his journal after getting saved again is KILLING ME why is he so depressing I love him so much oh my god give my man a BREAK he’s so underrated
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waves-against-a-cliff · 3 months
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FWB Captain MacTavish
Content Warnings - Fingering, massive cock, oral, squirting. Captain MacTavish makes my ovaries combust.
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At first MacTavish or John or Captain or Sir or- At first he treated you like any other member of his task force. A strong guiding hand, always calling you out on your problem areas as much as he patted your shoulder for doing a good job. Then the touches lingered after a particular mission left the two of you stranded in the Russian woods during winter with broken comms.
It was easy to grow close to the older man. Worryingly so but you didn't put much thought into it, he was easy to get along with so long as you obeyed his commands and didn't try and get yourself killed every time you went into the field.
Then the lingering touches combined with long stares. You'd catch him staring at you from across the tarmac or in the truck or at the mess hall. He couldn't keep his eyes off you and you'd be lying if you couldn't keep your eyes off him. He was built like a fucking tank, large hands and expansive shoulders. A scar that barely missed his eye and Scottish brogue that made your panties wetter then you'd like to admit.
One mission where the two of you had to sit around and wait, with nothing better to do you talked. Talked about home, what you missed most about being at base, if there was anyone waiting for him or for you. You joked about blowing off steam once back on base since he had sheepishly (a word you would have never used to describe him ever) admitted he was going through a dry spell. That knowledge was news to you but you also admitted to also having no action within the sheets for a while too.
"Need a release lass?" He teased you.
"Not nearly as much as you." You had retorted. The deal had been struck. Friends with benefits. A way to blow off steam without busted knuckles.
You had barely gotten into his quarters when he pushed you back onto his bed, his blue eyes nearly feral as he pulled your clothes off. He latched onto one nipple, sucking and licking at it while the other was pinched and lightly twisted between his thumb and index finger. You mewls filled the room and he slotted one thick thigh between yours, the command simple and obvious. You grinded against his still clothed thigh, panting like a bitch in heat as you juices smeared across the fabric.
When your nipples had become sore from the constant attention he switched his focus to your pretty cunt. Your clit was engorged and red, desperate for attention as your pussy dripped your slick onto the sheets. He dived between your thighs, pushing one up as he kneaded the soft skin. His stubble rubbed against your inner thigh in a way that sent sparks into your lower spine.
He ate you like a man starved, growling if you tried to wiggle away as he sucked and licked at your clit the same way he had your nipple. A single digit swirled around your pulsing hole, desperate for attention. "Sir please." You whined. A rumble came from his chest, apparently pleased with your word choice as he stuffed his finger inside you. You keened, fisting the sheets.
"I'm gonna take ye apart lass." He said, finally speaking. "Need ye to come on my fingers." He pushed a second finger in, crooking them up and feeling around for the spot that made your toes curl. You nearly screamed when he found it and then abused it. Your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, your legs thrashed as your back arched in a way that was nearly painful.
He wasted no time to slurp up the juices that leaked around his fingers as he kept pumping them in and out. He forced you to ride that high for as long as possible even as you squealed and kicked. He didn't bother to undress himself, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down just enough so his thick cock came out. Your mouth watered at the sight of it. Uncut, thicker around the middle with a length that might've made you run for the hills if you weren't do damn horny.
He chuckled at whatever look must've been on your face before grabbing your other thigh and pushing it back to meet your other one. He rubbed the head of his cock, red, neglected and drooling precum, against your slit. Gathering the sticky juices around the top of his mushroom head and tapping it on your clit a few times to watch you twitch.
As he pushed in, you swore. The stretch was sinful, almost too much as your walls fought to accommodate him. He kept you pinned under him as he leaned forward, pushing his cock further into you fluttering cunt. "Fuck." He growled, "Grippin me like a damn vice."
"You're so big." You whined as you threw you head back against the pillow. It felt like it was never going to end, his dick just kept getting further and further in. To places not even your dildos could reach. It was only when he touched your cervix was he forced to stop.
"Can't even take all of me yet." He taunted as he looked down and it was true. There was still an inch or two left till he fully bottomed out but his cock was heavy inside you, twitching each time your walls convulsed around it. He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing in small, mean circles. He groaned, nearly collapsing on top of you as your pussy clenched on him. "I havenae even moved."
"God." You sobbed, "Just move. Please move."
"No god here lass." He muttered into your ear as he slowly pulled back before he rammed back into you. "Just me."
"John!" You cried out as his cock kissed your cervix, just this side of bordering on pain until it melted into pleasure.
"Aye, thats my name." He grunted as he set a brutal pace, the sounds coming from your pussy were sinful, enough to make even the devil himself blush as he ruined you for any man. For any of your toys too. His thumb didn't stop either and you could hardly breathe when your next orgasm hit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you screamed his name, certain that the entire base could hear you. "Ah fuck, would ye look at that?" He muttered to himself as he admired the glistening juices all over his abdomen. "Good lass."
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eilidh-eternal · 4 months
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Brat Tamer ™️ Captain MacTavish who calls you his wild little thing while he fucks you silly, bends you in half and growls in your ear about how you just needed to be put in your place, need your attitude adjusted and a little taming today because he’s had it with your lip.
He needs you soft and sweet for him before he has to leave in the morning and sees nothing but the cold, hard tundra for the next month, so stop fighting him on everything and let him enjoy these last few hours with you. There’ll be plenty of time for bratting when he’s back.
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mactavishenjoyer · 2 days
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Roach:"Did you know if you don't sleep for a week you'll start hallucinating?"
Soap:"Sergeant, when was the last time you slept?"
Roach:"When was the last time you talked through your feelings?"
Soap:"Nice conversation."
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blingblong55 · 4 months
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friend with the crazy-John "Soap" MacTavish
Soap: we're friends, of course I know what you like
R/N: I'm r/n, I don't like to be alone with my thoughts
Soap: no, r/n *camera cuts*
Soap: we're friends, of course I'll encourage you to take another shot with me
R/N: I'm R/n, sometimes I wish I didn't wake up
Soap: no that's not the trend *camera cuts*
Soap: we're friends, of course I like to listen to your rants
R/N: we're friends, we like to press on that soft spot on babies heads
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liamthemailman · 3 months
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flowers from the OG timeline
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frogchiro · 4 months
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On this beautiful christmas day I come to you with the image of Captain MacTavish and his hairy musky body :((
He's build like a tank, thickly corded muscles woth a nice layer of fat over them and most important- his thick, dark and coarse hair that spans thickly over his pecks, chest and down to his tumny up until his thick happy trail :((
John is a very proud man, very boisterous and loves to show off his body, especially to you♡ May come off as a bit pushy but that's just how he is, he's a captain and used to authority so when you're seated on his big dick, all whiny that you're tired already, that your poor hips re bruised and achy from all the rounds he put you through and you still need to debrief with Price about the information you found! :(( And Captain MacTavish is so mean! Doesn't want to let you off of his dick, says that after that last mission that unexpectedly lasted longer than previously thought, his balls are simply bursting with so much backed up sperm and now he has to empty himself in a pretty soft thing, namely you♡
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fludderpy · 4 days
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Imagine Lieutenant Ghost had to work together with Captain MacTavish… oh no…. I don’t think they would like each other (but they would kiss aggressively after arguing)
On the other hand '22Soap and '09Ghost would be besties heheheh
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brewed-pangolin · 10 days
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MDNI 18+
Captain MacTavish doesn't play music when he fucks you anymore. Instead, he'll find some classic 90s action flick and set the volume to 11. Then proceed to bend you over every flat surface within sight as the distinctive baritone of Arnold Schwarzenegger echoes around your apartment.
You question him after a few times. Asking why he doesn't choose his usual playlist. He answers with a nonchalant, 'wanted to change things up a bit'. You don't question him any further.
And he breathes a sigh of relief. Because God forbid you ever know that he nearly blew his cover to Don Henley's 'Dirty Laundry'.
The memory of your supple lips around his cock invading behind his eyes as he took position behind some dilapidated hotel. The beat muffled and distorted through the broken speakers, yet still he recalled the way your tongue flattened so perfectly around him, nearly causing him to bust in his pants as he momentarily lost all focus on his main objective.
Once they RTB, he decides not to join the rest of the team as they watch Terminator 2. The echo of your screams while he railed into you doggy style still too fresh in his mind. He'd rather take care of business in the privacy of his own quarters. And to the subtle and enigmatic nuances of Enya's 'Sail Away'.
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