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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 29

John “Soap” MacTavish + Muscle/Body Worship

I’m still exhausted from all my homework and exam prep, but the I’m not gonna let that stop me. Readers older than Soap and is retired from the military.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Retirement was strange for you, especially after having been active in the military for most of your life. Now that you had retired, there was very little to do to fill your day, Especially with Soap away still on active duty. Your relationship was a little strange in the eyes of others, mainly because of your age gap, but you were both adult men with careers when you first met and knew what you wanted.

You spent most of your days doing hobbies, like woodwork or messing with junker cars. The people of the town you and Soap lived in knew you as the older ex-military man who took no shit, but knew how to get even the oldest car running, or creating the wildest things outta wood.

The life outside of the military had taken much stress of your shoulders, but the access to any treat you could want and not being on the move at all times was starting to show. You were still strong as an ox and big in width and height, but as time went on a layer of fat gathered over your muscles. You still looked like you could take down a bear singlehandedly, but insecurity was starting to gather in your chest.

Combine your sudden plush and the grey starting to gather in your hair and beard, the ugly voices in your head started to whisper and murmur. A part of your mind was sure that the moment Soap saw you when he came back from duty, hed turn the other way and run for the hills, as you weren’t the man he had left those months ago.

It was that insecurity that had you pulling on an army fleece jacket, one that still fit and served to hide some of your newer bulk, the day you had to go pick him up from the airport. You were chewing your lip as you leaned against a wall near the back, surrounded by other people greeting their loved ones coming home. When you saw Soap, you almost talked yourself out of calling out for him, but before you could make any decision, he spotted you.

The Scot rushed through the crowd with his army bags, his eyes running up and down your body in a way that had your skin crawling enough that you didn’t notice the hunger that grew in them. He groaned as he hugged you, his bags forgotten on the floor as he kissed you, his arms squeezing around your middle as he couldn’t seem to stop himself from grabbing onto your ass or thighs, squeezing the thicker material of your thighs with an appreciative hum.

Insecurity gnawed in your stomach as you pulled back from Soaps hungry lips, clearing your throat as you reached them to scoop up his bags and lug them over his shoulder. You lover huffed about it for a bit, but you just grinned and made your way towards the car, unaware of the holes Soap was burning in your body as he seemed to take in every change he had missed.

The drive back to your home was spent sharing what you’d both missed, you sharing town gossip, and Soap telling you about 141. As you drove, you almost pulled away as Soap grabbed onto your thigh, his strong hand almost kneading the softer muscle under his palm. But seeing as you were driving, you couldn’t pull away like you wanted too, but Soap seemed to notice your discomfort and pulled his hand to himself with a worried furrow to his brow.

When you got home, you could tell Soap wanted to jump you immediately. It was tradition at this point, after being apart for a while, you two would spend hours expressing the feelings you hadn’t been able too all that time. But the insecurity in your body had you avoiding his advances, even though you had missed him just as much as he had missed you.

His pouting and puppy eyes almost had you throwing your insecurities about your body out the window, but then you would pass by a reflective surface, and you would see your thicker body, your rounder stomach or the extra roundness in your cheeks, and your fears would return tenfold.

This continued for a few days, until Soap finally seemed to have enough as you guys were typically better at talking about anything wrong. You had taken to sleep fully clothed, when in the past all you had slept in were a pair of boxers. That night you two were laying in bed, Soap acting as the big spoon as you liked to switch, his face burrowed in your shoulders as he squeezed your middle.

“God, you’re so fucking hot” he groaned, his hips rolling into your back as he exhaled shakily, his lips pressing against the exposed skin of your neck. You found your face growing hot, along with heat pooling in your gut as he murmured out all the things he thought, a shaky exhale leaving you as he ran his hands up under your shirt.

“The moment I saw you, I almost jumped you then and there, right in the airport” he purred, switching from kisses to bites and sucks. You wanted to retort, to claim he was lying, but the way he panted and ground against your back, his hard cock rutting against you made his point clear. He truly didn’t seem to mind your bodies changes, quite the opposite, he seemed almost rabid with how much he loved it.

“Come on love, roll over” he groaned, withdrawing from your back to grab at your shoulders, rolling you onto your back, but not before wrestling the shirt off your torso. You didn’t even have time to gasp out his name before he descended upon you, grabbing, licking, and sucking hickeys all over your torso, moaning against the fat and muscle of your strong torso.

You gripped onto his mohawk, a shuddery gasp leaving you as he licked and sucked between your thick pecs, his eyes locked on your own, looking half mad and starved as Soap worked his way down your body. “This stomach” he growled, gripping onto your stomach and licking over it, his voice rough and almost worshipping in tone.

“These fuckin thighs” Soap groaned out, pulling your sleep pants down your hips to bury his face between them, gripping them to squeeze them around his head. He looked like a man in heaven as you flexed your thighs carefully, squeezing his head softly between them as he so badly seemed to want.

A curse left you as Soap dug his teeth into the meat of your thigh, working like a man possessed to mark them all over as if to make up for lost time. When he finally seemed to have worked his way all over your body, you found yourself aching hard, a wet spot gathering in your boxers.

Soap almost purred as he ran the flat side of his tongue over your shaft through your boxers, his pupils blown and hair a mess. Wrenching down your boxers, he was upon you like a starved animal, sucking you all the way down his throat even as he gagged and coughed, like all Soap wanted was you to fill his mouth.

The noises were slick and wet as he worked his lips up and down you, one of his hands gripping your thick thigh as the other rolled your balls, his acts akin to worship as Soap moaned and groaned like the act brought him just as much pleasure as it brought you.

It had been a while since you had gotten yourself off, you age playing a factor, as your libido wasn’t as high as it had once been without Soap there, so the end quickly hurdled close. “F-fuck, John” you grunted, voice raspy as he looked down at him, his blue eyes staring up at you with such a deep hunger, his movements growing more desperate and his noises needier.

The grip on his mohawk tightened as you clenched your eyes shut, a deep guttural noise leaving you as you spilled into his mouth, thick spurts of white striking the back of his throat and tongue, Soap moaning louder than you as he gulped it all down like it was a delicacy.

Soap gave a few extra sucks and slurps, just to make sure it was all drawn out of you before withdrawing with a lewd pop, his lips red and wet as he grinned wolfishly. A soft chuckle left you as you fell back onto the pillows, grabbing onto his hips as he clambered on top of you. You both knew it would take a while before you could get hard again, but Soap seemed just as happy to start rutting against your stomach, needy noises leaving him as you moved his hips for him in a tight grip.

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molotovmetro · 1 year

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Hii

If it's possible, can you make ghost, könig, price, soap and horangi (if you write for him) with male s/o who is a man of few words? Like he only responds with mhm, ok, no etc.

I've never really tried my hand at horangi but I fucking love him so I'm gonna give it a try

Sorry this took so long, i had exams lol. Also added gaz because i think he's underrated

Warnings: none

M!reader (as always lol)

! Reminder that i take requests

Ghost, König, Price, Soap, Gaz, and Horangi with a s/o who doesn't talk much

Ghost

Ghost isn't great at holding conversations himself, so he appreciates you don't expect him to.

You're one of the only people he can enjoy a comfortable silence with.

He enjoys his hanging out, both doing your own thing in the same room.

You've basically perfected non-verbal communication. One look at each other and you can tell perfectly what the other is thinking.

Soap

Soap loves hearing your opinion on things, so sometimes it leaves him a bit frustrated when your answers are short.

He genuinely doesn't mind, but sometimes it just makes it harder to judge how much you agree with something. Like his next plan that is bound to give Price gray hair.

Soap will tease you over how quiet you are, but he won't hesitate to scold someone else for doing the same.

You're his guy, and only he has the right to bully you.

Price

Price has met people with all kinds of personalities throughout his time in the SAS. He's unfazed.

Another one who enjoys a bit of quiet company now and then, especially so with the hectic life he leads.

His favourite thing to is to unwind on the couch with you, with a cigar and a movie. A moment of peace in between all the war.

Gaz

Gaz is a really good listener, but it's nice for once to be the one listened to.

Sometimes the pressure of being the youngest in the 141 gets exhausting, in moments like those he appreciates he can come to you and not feel pressured to talk or engage in conversation.

He likes to talk to you about his interests, and even if you don't say much, he can tell you're still interested in what he's saying.

König

At first König thinks you don't like him.

The longer he knows you though, the more he realises its just your personality and you don't actually have a problem with him, and he gets more comfortable around you.

A bit like Gaz, he appreciates that he doesn't feel pressured to hold a conversation around you, especially when his anxiety is bad. He can just be with you.

When he does want to talk, he says just about every thought that pops into his head, and smiles fondly under his mask at the little hums and one word answers you give him.

Horangi

Horangi just keeps talking to you as if you responded with entire sentences instead of only a few words.

"What do you think of this?" "Mhm." "Yeah, I agree. You're right, the blue doesn't match the rest of the interior at all. How about that one?"

Like Soap, he teases you but doesn't tolerate any bullshit from others. He'll jump to defend you

#ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x male reader #istg these tags feel like a workout #but i still dont know the most effective tags to use lol #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #john soap mactavish x reader #könig x reader #könig x male reader #john price x reader #john price x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x male reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #call of duty x male reader #call of duty x reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #if you type soap in the gif search theres a gif of 2 guys making out in a shower. nice.#ghost is autistic and i will die with that hc #some of these are short sorry about that i just ran out of inspiration a bit

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simping-overload · 10 months

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ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴡ ᴍᴇɴ

best combo: food & men

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characters: john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, phillip graves (in that order)

tags: cooking, fluff, hugs, kissing, lowercase is intentional, gn reader

text divider by saradika

ヾthis is a multi-fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem please do not follow or interact with my mlm related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning ゛

john price is an excellent cook. his specialty is breakfast food, and he makes really good french toast and hash browns. john would totally serve you breakfast in bed, esspically if you had a bad day. he likes cooking with you in the early mornings, finds it very comforting to have company and new ideas on what to cook

kyle garrick is a decant cook, though he prefers to bake, which he does every so often, when he went off to the military, his mother gave him a book filled with family recipes. he likes cooking with you, sharing recipes with one another. he's not an early raiser so you're in charge of breakfast.

simon riley can not cook and should not be allowed in the kitchen unsupervise, he will burn down your kitchen. he is, however, very much willing to learn how to cook(& how to not burn water) he really likes cooking with you and considering his love language is quality time it does a lot to strengthen your bond

john mactavish is also a decant cook, often is the one to make breakfast, and he always uses the recipes from his family, if you wanted to cook, he would happily let you take the reigns, will help if you need it. he takes cooking with you as an opportunity to fool around a bit, you will always end up with food in your hair

phillip graves is admittedly a very good cook, esspically when it comes to grilling & barbecue, he doesn't usually eat breakfast, if he was hungry he would just have some cereal, though if you happen to start making breakfast, phillip would opt for eating your food instead of cereal, he won't go back to cereal after having your food

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legitchase · 2 months

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Completely vanishing to come back with an idea?

NOW THATS WHAT I LIKE

Soap x Ghost x Reader

So I had this idea the elite night and I love it

So imagine you three lying in bed in the morning Ghost is still asleep and wakes up to the sound of giggles, Ghost wakes up amd turns his head to see you two with Soap by your side drawing on you with a marker, writing little praises like "good boy/gir/love" or "Soaps property".

You notice your dear other partner is awake and go for a good morning kiss and Ghost decides to take another marker and get some sweet writings there as well

And because I'm a Horndog it ends with you three making out and and having a hot morning with each other

#cod #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x male reader #john mactavish x male reader #ghost x male reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x male reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish x reader

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denziezwhattfuck · 1 year

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Just 141 and Los Vaqueros fighting over you again

Gaz: Who do you think you are to hug (Y/N) Soap?

Soap: Cause I'm his future husband? Ya mad or?

Ghost: Johnny when tf will he be your husband?

Soap: He's considering It "simon"

Ghost: Like hell we'll believe that

Gaz: Yeah? Like who would even date your ass? I'm more worth It for him

Ghost and Soap: Who's lying to you?

Gaz: Dont believe me then but I know that I myself am a better lover than you two

Soap: Keep dreaming Gaz I'm the one for him

Price: Not even close Soap I'm the one for him

Ghost: Shut up old man you dont even seem close with him

Price: You dont know that Ghost we spend time privately through nights watching.the sky together

Gaz: You lying?

Price: I never lie Gaz

Soap: THATS JUST PURE BULLSHIT

Ghost and Gaz: Definitely agree on that

Price: He enjoys spending time with me than you all so sit down

The 3 of em' : Fuck you

Price chuckled

Alejandro: Who's talking about my boyfriend?

Soap: Your boyfriend? Look who's the one lying.

Alejandro: Oh pendejo trust me I've spent much more time with (Y/N) than you all

Ghost: Got no proof on that Alejandro

Alejandro: I dont need proof Ghost

Ghost: Then we arent believing you through anything you say

Price: Mhm

Alejandro: Dont believe me just know that (Y/N) loves me more than you all in this room we're in right now

4 of em' : Bullshit

Rudy: Dont believe Alejandro I haven't seen him with (Y/N) in days and he's quite a liar himself

Alejandro: Shut up Rudy you dont know shit

Rudy: I know everything Alejandro, besides I spent way more time with him than you

Price: You aren't even that interactive Rudy so we dont believe anything ya say

Rudy: Oh but I only interact with him cause I love him? You all dont know SHIT

Soap: Damn, never knew Rudy would act like this

Gaz: Lies come out of everyone's mouth in this room

5 of em' : Shut It Gaz

Gaz: Just sayin' (I know (Y/N) loves me more)

Konig: You all are quite nosy you know?

Ghost: Fuck you mean Konig

He laughs

Konig: Guess what? (Y/N) is much more interactive with me than you all

Ghost: Never knew some big guy could lie that much

Konig: Fucking shut up Ghost and I'm saying the truth asshole

Ghost: Like we'll believe ya ass

Konig: Then dont? I dont need someone to believe me, but trust me when I say this he likes to talk to me more or spend time with rather than you all nosy bitches

6 of em' : Shut your mouth

He scoffs and rolled his eyes

Graves: Fuck you all talking bout'? He's the one for me

Price: Look at yourself first before saying that Graves

Graves: I'm confident with myself thank you very much also (Y/N) loves to hear me operate

Ghost: He cant even stand your noisy ass

Graves: Atleast he's observant unlike you all

Soap: Keep lying to yer self mate

Graves: Fucking believe me Ill claim him first

Alejandro: You have no chances

Graves: You dont know that Alejandro

Alejandro: I know everything

Rudy: Stop acting like you know "everything"

Alejandro: Shut up will ya Rudy

Rudy: No.

Ghost: Fucking hell..

TO BE CONTINUED!

(So sorry If I havent been posting Ideas aren't flowing through my kind it sucks honestly)

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jimmy-j-james · 1 year

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REPLACEMENT

- M!reader x TF!141 (more so reader x Soap, platonic style)

- Proofread: Nope (Will be soon)

- Genre: Angst/Comfort (Originally wasn’t gonna be comfort, I was in an angsty mood and it shows)

- Synopsis: M!reader had to come to terms with the fact that new was better than old. Being tossed aside like an older dog when a family gets a puppy. Kicked to the curb and left alone. Of course, a certain ‘puppy’ just wanted the other’s attention and respect..

- Pt. 2

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It wasn’t uncommon for people to turn back to their roots. Of course not. But.. for a whole group to regress to the mindset of a child? “Out of sight, out of mind.”, that’s what they say, right?

How stupid did he have to be to not notice? He noticed the first day it started. Soap was happily welcomed to the team, treated with such care and love despite his recent joining. And, much to his disliking, he was left alone.

No one was checking in on him anymore, instead all attention went to the new guy. ‘He wasn’t special’, he’d bitterly think, ‘I was alone too’. Not that anyone cared though, of course not, he was perfectly able to handle himself after all. Instead, they paid mind to their new young and foolish sergeant.

It didn’t end there either. His daily encounters with Ghost were stolen, being replaced with Soap. Training with Gaz? Soap was there instead of him. Smoking with Price? He was there too.

It never ended. And the breaking point, as foolish as it was, was the moment he headed to the mess hall for lunch. The teams regular booth was filled, only his spot taken by the rookie.

He knew it was childish. He could have easily dragged a seat over, but it seemed that no one noticed his lack of appearance anyways. He took it as a word from above. He was better off alone.

He didn’t need them anyways. He was perfectly fine with this new routine. Perfectly capable of fending for himself.

He started avoiding them. Removing himself from their lives as if he’d never been there. His schedules shifted, eating within his room, and locking himself away. He trained late at night to avoid others, slept during his moments of free time.

His new habits proved awful for his mind and body, but they worked. Seemingly so, no one even noticed he was gone. They lived their lives with the new guy. Replaced and forgot him with so much ease it hurt.

It felt suffocating. Knowing the people he thought of as family, felt nothing of similarity. It had him wondering so many things. Thoughts he wouldn’t wish upon his greatest enemies.

It never ended. And irregular habits went to unhealthy in a matter of days. He stopped eating as much. Barely slept. Trained until failure in all aspects.

He took everything out on himself. A shell of a man that used to be. It got to the point that he was without care. Life didn’t seem to matter in the case of ‘life or death’.

In his eyes, death had never seemed so welcoming. Like the arms of a loving parent. Coaxing the words of admiration in a tempting manner.

In a blind sighted manner, he craved the release his demise promised. The satisfaction of feeling wanted, no matter what called upon him.

Perhaps, this is the fate he was meant for? He proved his worth, and was denied any sense of reward. But maybe, maybe death was rewarding enough.

Awaiting his chance of freedom, he lied on his bedroom floor. His phone lied idly, playing music he chose to ignore over his own taunting beliefs.

“Sergeant (l/n)?” That voice, one he’s grown to mindlessly hate, calls through the door. It’s followed by a hesitant knock. “Team’s goin’ out drinkin’, thought ya would wanna come..”

It’s clear by his tone that he’s hesitant, or at most anxious. Likely forced down here by the pity of the other’s.

Perhaps if he remained silent the Scotsman would leave him alone. Lowering the volume of his phone and keeping quiet.

“I.. I know yer in there, if it’s worth anythin’ to ya..” The moment is awkward, but he refuses to give up his moments of peace for a pity party. “Ya don’t have to.. just thought it might be awfully lonely in there.”

“Rather not.” He doesn’t even remember allowing himself to speak, body against mind as he shuffles up to sit.

“Oh..” Another awkward minute of silence. “Is it ‘cause o’ me? I didn’t mean to upset you, however I did so..”

“Don’t you have a ‘party’ to get to?” His tone is bitter in reply, though his truth is sorrowful.

“Ay… can I,” He pauses to hesitate “can I come in?”

The man pauses his self pitying, turning to face the door behind himself. He’s sure the boy would have left by now, though he’s proven determined.

Soap feels awkward, shifting weight between legs as he stands on the other side. The door opens, slowly, but surely, revealing the mess of a man before him.

It’s hard to hide his grimace, scanning over his mutual sergeant with concern. He’s thinner, and paler, with heavy bags beneath his eyes. No expression is shown on his face. A hollow show of what used to be.

“You…” Soap cuts himself before he can speak, though it’s clear the other understood.

A frown tugs lightly at his lips, biting against the skin of his cheek as he avoids the Scots eyes. “Yeah.. whatever…”

“Do.. do ya want to watch a movie?” The request is simple, but proves to be shocking as the other snaps his eyes to Soap’s.

“Aren’t you meant to be drinking tonight?” He muses, expecting the sergeant to remember and run along.

Instead, Soap pushes his way into the room and breathily chuckles. “They ‘on’t need me.” He replies, taking a seat on the messy bed.

There’s a smile on his face as he watches Soap, whether he knows it or not, he’s happy. For once more in his life, he feels wanted. Soap chose his presence over the team’s.

“Can.. can we watch Ratatouille? It’s dumb.. but I always watch it when ‘m upset..” He’d mutter, shutting the door before dropping himself down on the bed.

Soap’s smile grows soft, something he’d yet to seen in the boisterous Scot. “O’ course we can. I’ll get us some snacks, fancy anything specific?”

“Anything works..” He mumbles softly, rubbing against tired eyes as he sets up the movie on his laptop. Soap nods, leaving for the commons room before returning.

Within his arms he carried varieties between chips, candies, and beverages. A goofy smile on his face as he sits himself back beside the other.

With the movie started, and a share of snacks between them, he grows rather exhausted. His eyelids droop and his attention shifts blank. Without thought his head drops against Soap’s shoulder.

The Scot welcomes the other, smiling softly as he shifts them both to lie more comfortably. He was glad. Glad to see that his newly favourited comrade was growing relaxed in his presence.

Like a new puppy and an older dog. Soap worked to grow close to the man he looked up to, and the other worked to better accept the Scot’s company. But, despite their differences, they grew to form a pack, in a sense.

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mockerycrow · 10 months

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Oooooh gosh please write #6 (neck licking) with Soap. He is so cute and I just want to attack his neck with hickies and kisses and all kinds of things.

SMUT PROMPTS: Soap Drabble; “Licking Their Neck To Make Them Gasp” (Male!Reader) - NSFW UNDER THE CUT

“Wait.. You’re not kidding?” Your jaw drops at the information Johnny has just revealed to you—this man has never received a hickey or a lovebite of any kind. “No,” He chuckles nervously, laughing away as he takes a sip of his bottle of scotch. “I’ve never gotten one.” This is a travesty. How has he, of all people, never received a hickey?? You make up your mind right there.

“C’mon, then.” You grunt out, leaning over and setting down your bottle of alcohol. Johnny blinks at you for a moment, confusion all over his expression. “What?” He questions, slowing setting down his bottle, too. “Come here, Johnny. I’ll help you check it off your bucket list.” You’re grinning, but your heart is hammering—you don’t even know if he’s okay with this.

Johnny laughs and scoots closer to you with a soft “alright”, your thighs touching from your proximity. You hum and grab his jaw, tilting it to the side, Johnny gulps, trying to keep his eyes on you as you lean forward and you lick a stripe across his neck, earning a gasp from the Scot. You feel his hand grip your shirt and you slowly and sensually suck a hickey into the side of his throat, and you swear you feel a vibration similar to a whimper emit from him. You pull away once you’re satisfied and Johnny’s pupils are blown.

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lazycats-stuff · 10 months

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141 TF x male reader

Summary: What if they run into this man while on a mission, looks like a civilian but there's a few problems all enemies have been taken down no bullet wounds and all that stand is a man with a real bad head injury and no memory - requested by @xweirdo101x

Also it's romantical, so it's poly. So whoever doesn't like poly relationships, this is your chance to turn back. And yes, I know it's not realistic, but I need it.

Warnings: violence, blood, dead bodies, amnesia, characters maybe ooc

Jesus, Ghost has me in a chokehold, hence the gif. Also, there is over 2k words in here, so I will write part two.

141 thought that this was going to be a simple mission. They had been collecting intel for some while now. It was an old terrorist organization, but it was under a new leader, the one who proved to be more radical than the previous.

But there was something else as they were driving to the location provided by the mark. Ghost and Price thought that this was a trap. Soap and gaz didn't really share the opinions, but they did agree that it was odd.

" Alright, we need to do this quickly and quietly. We will breach from the front and work the first floor then move upstairs. Intel on the new leader is out of the most importance. " Price said, getting his rifle ready.

Yes sir echoed from the other three. They had backup in the van behind them, but they were taking the lead in this. More precisely, Price was taking the lead on this. It was really important that they get the intel on this leader.

The van stopped and the task force got out. Ghost took his binoculars and looked at the house that stood tall. It seemed to be empty.

" It seems that the house is empty sir. " Ghost said, putting down the binoculars.

" So do we think that this is a trap? " Gaz asked the captain. The backup got around them.

" We treat it like it is. Ghost and I will lead the teams. My team will breach the first floor and Ghost's will be breaching the top floor. Everything clear? " Price asked.

The yes sir echoed out and Price nodded. The teams were formed and they went to the house. It was far to quiet and it looked abandoned.

The first sign of trouble wasn't even in the house. The dead guards were a dead giveaway that somebody was here before them. And maybe that someone is still here. Ghost and Price stopped, looking at each other.

" Everyone, be careful. " Price said into the radio. Price nodded and stood in front of the door. The door was ajar and inside were more bodies. What the hell happened here?

Price and Ghost entered the house, being mindful of the bodies that littered the floor. The worst of all, those were their enemies. Who killed them all?

Ghost and his team went upstairs. They were following the blood on the walls. It was slightly nerve wracking. The thought of a person who killed them, might being in here, just ready to strike.

Ghost was leading, Soap following right behind him. Ghost opened the bedroom door and was shocked to find a man, alive and breathing, just looking confused.

The said man quickly raised his hands in the air, not wanting to be killed.

" Wait, wait! Please don't kill me! " The man yelled out, afraid of the men in front of him.

" Who are you?! " Ghost asked the man moving closer to search him.

The man took a deep breath to calm down. " I don't know who I am. I woke up here. "

Ghost was going to say otherwise, but he saw a nasty head wound. He sighed. Shit.

" What do we now Lt? " Soap asked.

" We need to evacuate him and get intel. Did you kill the men in here?" Ghost asked with a more rougher voice.

The man shook his head.

" Captain check the bodies. " Ghost said over the radio, taking the man by the forearm.

They went downstairs and Soap stayed upstairs to search for the intel they were here for in the first place.

" Ghost who is this? " Price asked, eyes falling down on the man. He saw the head wound, grimacing at the sight.

" We don't know. He says that he doesn't remember. " Ghost said.

" We checked the bodies. No bullets wounds. " Price said quickly. " Where is Soap? "

" Upstairs, looking for intel. "

Ghost let go of the man's arm, seeing that the man won't go anywhere.

" I will let the base know to get a doctor ready. " Price said, waving the man over. The man walked over.

" Come on, you are going to wait in the van. " Price said, leading the man out. They need to secure the house and search from top to bottom.

After everything was secure, they went back to their base in UK. The doctor checked him out. The doctor confirmed that the man had amnesia and that he doesn't know who is he. However, they did take his DNA and fingerprints.

" We will send them to Interpol and other agencies to try to figure his identity. " The doctor said, writing something down on a clipboard.

" Is he awake? " Price asked.

" Yes. I treated the wound and gave him some painkillers. And don't stress him out. Let him relax. It's difficult to not know who you are. "

Price nodded and thanked the doctor. The captain entered the room, immediately seeing the bed where the man was laying. The man tensed when he saw the captain. Price raised his hands in defense.

" Don't worry. I'm just here to talk. "

The man relaxed, pulling the covers higher. Price sat down next to him on a chair.

" I don't think that I will be much help. I don't remember anything. " The man said looking down, clearly troubled by the amnesia.

" That's okay. Some time needs to pass and you will probably remember it. We also sent your fingerprints and DNA to Interpol and other agencies. We will know something more in a few more days. " Price said to the man.

" Thank you... Can I ask you a question? " The man asked and Price could sense the hesitation.

" Of course you can. "

" What were you looking for in that house? "

Price explained everything he could about the terrorist organization, about the new leader and the new radical change. With every word, the man's face paled.

" How did I end up in that house? " The man whispered to himself. Price put his hand on the man's shoulder.

" Hey, don't think about that now, you are a victim here. "

" But if I'm not? What if I am part of their group? " The man asked Price, who didn't have an answer to that.

" Then we go from there. One step at a time. " Price said, trying to calm him down. The chances of him being a member of this group was low.

After a few days they knew who the man was. His name is (Y/N) (L/N) and he had no ties to any terrorist groups. However, he is former SAS soldier. An injury forced him to leave, but with an honorable discharge.

Price felt relaxed knowing that he didn't have any connection with the any terrorist groups. He was going to the medical wing and he heard laughter. John was confused at first, but everything fell into place when he heard Soap.

All of the boys were talking to him, hoping to trigger something and to lift his mood. Even Ghost talked to him. He mostly talked about his knives and about different techniques you could use to take down your enemy.

And if Soap was there, that means that they were talking about explosives. Well, Soap was talking more about it then (Y/N). Price knocked on the door, making Soap stop talking for a second.

" Soap, could you leave us? "

" Of course sir. We will continue talking later. " Soap said to the man, now (Y/N) and left.

Price showed the file to (Y/N), making (Y/N) tilt his head. Price noted how adorable that was.

" We know who you are. "

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up and he sat up straighter. Price sat down on a chair next to the bed, opening the file.

" So, your name is (Y/N) (L/N). You have no criminal record, just to put it out there. You are a former SAS soldier. You served for a long while, but an injury forced you to retire. You were honorably discharged and my guess is started a peaceful and a normal life. " Price said, taking the photographs out. (Y/N) took them.

They were the photos of his old squad, platoon, whatever you will call it. It was overwhelming to see them. (Y/N) wiped his tears and smiled. For the first time in a couple of days he smiled.

" We also have your house address. If you want to, you can go with someone. "

(Y/N) just nodded in happiness, giving Price a hug. Price was shocked, but he hugged the man nonetheless.

And after the doctor said (Y/N) was fine, (Y/N) and Ghost went to (Y/N)'s apartment. Ghost picked the lock for (Y/N) and they stepped into the dark hallway. (Y/N) turned the lights on. It was a small apartment, but it held a cozy vibe.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened when he heard a meow. A black kitten came to him, rubbing himself against his ankle. Ghost watched in fascination.

" Oh you must be hungry. Come on, little one. " (Y/N) said to the little black kitten, searching for the kitchen. When he found it, he saw a bag of cat food for kittens.

He took a small plate and put the food on it. He put the plate down and got a plate of water for the kitten. The kitten went straight for it.

" You have a cat? " Ghost asked him.

" I guess so. Can I take him or her to the base? " (Y/N) asked Ghost.

Ghost wasn't sure, but he knew that an animal would he helpful to soldiers.

" I think you can. It would be nice to have an animal at the base. "

(Y/N) nodded, thankful for an answer he got. He searched for his room. Once he found it, he took the bag from Ghost to put clothes in it. He was going to stay at the base until they figure out how he ended in that house. He also searched through the drawers. He found his dog tags. He clutched them close to his chest.

Ghost stood in the doorway, silent, letting (Y/N) have his moment of mourning. He didn't say anything, instead, he walked over to (Y/N) and put his hand on his shoulder.

" Come on, we have to go. "

(Y/N) nodded, putting his tags on his neck.

He found a little carrier for the kitten, his bed and all of his toys. Ghost was kind enough to carry all of the heavy stuff. (Y/N) just carried the little kitten.

" Thank you Ghost. " (Y/N) said to Ghost once they were in the car. Ghost just nodded and started the car.

" Come on (Y/N). " Soap said, as if he wasn't dragging (Y/N) to the gym. (Y/N) wasn't in the mood for anything like that. He just wanted to go to bed and cuddle with his cat.

" Soap- "

" No. You need to exercise. It will help you. "

(Y/N) sighed, but knew that Soap was right. Exercise always helps, not just for the physical, but for mental health too. The gym wasn't packed, which was a little bit odd for Soap, but he didn't complain.

" Okay, let's warm up and lets go on the benches to lift. "

(Y/N) nodded, taking his shirt off. Soap was shocked by how the man's body was toned. No. He must stay focused. They ran on the machines for about 30 minutes before moving to the bench. Soap was going first, (Y/N) standing above the metal bar, ready to spot him.

(Y/N) was definitely impressed with the amount he can lift. (Y/N) couldn't lift that for the life of him. After Soap was done, (Y/N) took Soap's spot, ready to lift, but with much lesser plates. When he looked at the old photos, he saw that he was in much better shape then rather than now.

Back then, he could have lifted more than this.

Soap had to take a deep breath to control himself. (Y/N)'s body was gorgeous.

" Soap, help- " (Y/N) wheezed out, Soap quickly scrambled to lift the heavy bar up.

" Sorry, I just got distracted. " Soap apologized.

" Just be careful next time. " (Y/N) said, warning the sergeant.

" Will do sir. "

(Y/N) has gotten a few of his memories back, one of that being that he was good in hand to hand combat. So, what better way to test that was to spar?

Everyone else was busy, but Gaz wasn't. And he was happy to help to the man. And that's why he was here in the gym, in the ring, getting ready to spar.

(Y/N) wrapped his hands, almost automatically. He must have done this a lot of times if he does this on auto pilot.

" You ready? " Gaz asked, leaning on the ropes of the ring.

(Y/N) nodded, shaking his hands off. He took a deep breath. He faced Gaz, nodding towards the young man. Gaz nodded and he pounced. (Y/N) sidestepped. They were going like this for a while and it ended with Gaz on top of him.

Both of them were breathing heavily, looking into each others eyes. Clapping sound made them turn their heads. What the hell? It was Price, Ghost and Soap. Price was the one clapping.

Just how long were they there?

" Impressive (Y/N). " Price said. Gaz scrambled of off (Y/N), quickly helping him up.

" Thanks, uhm, I will go to my room now. " (Y/N) said, excusing himself from the room.

Once (Y/N) was gone, the task force members looked at each other with scowls on their faces.

" You lot can back off, he is mine. " Soap said, anger sipping through his voice.

Price chuckled. Does he really think that he has a chance with (Y/N)?

" You know, I don't care. I'm not going to stop and there is nothing you can do. " Soap said.

" That's fine. Then we can fight for him. " Gaz said quickly.

" Stop thinking about a (Y/N) as a prize to be won. You guys are like dogs fighting for a bone. " Ghost said.

" Then what do we do? " Soap asked.

" We can share him, if he wants to. That way we won't fight about it and he won't be a prize. " Ghost added.

The others looked at each other, clearly intrigued by the idea. It was an interesting idea. Maybe (Y/N) would be interested in that.

#ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #gaz x male reader #john price x male reader #simon riley x male reader #John mactavish x male reader #call of duty 2022 #call of duty x male reader

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xo-urban · 1 year

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Poly relationship with Soap, ghost and male reader enjoying themselves on a winter day? 👀

Winter Day Hcs

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Male Reader x John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

This week had been one hell of a ride, so the three of you had time to sit back and relax.

The morning you woke up was to Soap shaking you awake, giving you those goddamn puppy eyes and you of course answered to him.

It was snowing outside and it’s been a while since you’ve last seen it. Soap wanted you and him to go run out in the snow and have fun like you were kids again while Ghost protested the idea once he awoke.

Ghost being the ‘responsible’ man of your polyamorous relationship stayed inside brewing up some kind of soup and some coffee (Or a hot chocolate if you’re in sweeter things!)

You and Soap bundled up in your warmest gear, leaving the base after giving Ghost all the affection so he wouldn’t miss the two of you for too long.

Running around in the snow was a great time, falling down because of one another, building a glorious snowman (Which was pretty lopsided) and a failed igloo.

Ghost watched from inside with an amused smile at the both of you having fun in the cold weather.

Soon you found out the snow was perfect to make snowballs.. you can tell where that went when the snowy wonderland became a makeshift warzone as you and Soap threw large compacted snow at each other in glee.

By the time you both went inside, it was clear you two had a cold and needed to get warmed up after acting like kids. “You needn’t throw it at my face!” “You were in the way of it! 🙄 “ “You’re both idiots.”

Ghost was quick to wrap you both in blankets as he handed you the soup and hot drink he prepared with a smile, spoiling his two boyfriends with kisses and warm touches as well.

You and Soap ended up falling asleep by Ghost’s sides, sniffling and snoring comfortably in your sleep. Ghost wouldn’t admit but he found you and Soap adorable.

By the time he fell asleep, he’d already caught your cold and you all needed to take care of yourselves on these snowy days.

Now you’re all sick but you’re all sick together you damn cute bastards.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ghost x male reader #male reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #ghost x reader #modern warefare 2 #soap x male reader #john mactavish x male reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x ghost #soapghost #polyamory #winter fluff #headcanon

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molotovmetro · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you are well!

I was wondering if you could do 141+Alejandro Vargas with a male reader who disassociates a lot? Not while working, but if you catch him anywhere else he’s usually just staring blankly at the wall while barely blinking and whenever someone talks to him while he’s in his “trance” he kinda gets shocked like he’s just woken up from a very deep sleep and goes like “HOLY JESU- oh hey what’s up”

I feel a little called out... /hj

Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it :)

Warnings: disassociation

M!reader

A/N: someone pointed out to me that using the term "zoning out" can come across as dismissive/invalidation. I personally do experience a lot of disassociation so this was far from ny intention. I tried not to get too repetitive so I tried using a different term, but I didn't think of the fact it might come across as rude. Just wanted to clarify this real quick.

The 141 + Alejandro with a s/o who disassociates a lot

Ghost

Honestly? Ghost is most likely sitting right next to you also disassociating.

It used to freak the team out a little, but they're used to it by now. Its a daily occurrence and they just leave you to it until they need either of you for something.

Usually it happens because he silently sits next to you, waiting for you to snap out of it, which doesn't happen because he's not trying to talk to you, and then he just checks out himself.

This guy has so much on his mind and deals with so much stress, sometimes it's nice to not have to think.

Soap

You and Soap regularly give each other heart attacks. Him by coming up to you and immediately talking your ear off, snapping you out of your head, and you with your startled reaction.

It's like a golden retriever puppy sprinting into a room and then jumping a meter into the air because something startled it. Except the thing is another puppy who also jumps.

The few times he doesn't just barge into your room already talking, he usually hangs around you in silence, sketching or writing in his journal and lets you do your thing.

He waits for you to come back to earth and then teases you about it.

Gaz

Like Soap, if you suddenly snap out of it Gaz'll startle himself. He gets used to it after a while, though.

He tries to find a way to "wake" you without shocking you. It's a long process of trial and error, and he jokingly treats it as a very serious science experiment. He will be taking notes.

He's a bit more successful in finding out what gives you the biggest heart attack instead, but he's not giving up that easily.

He'd make sure to have a chat with Price about your behaviour. He just wants to make sure you're okay.

Price

Especially at first, Price is a little concerned about it. He's just worried about your wellbeing.

He might subtly suggest you maybe go talk to a psychologist about it. He's seen too many men lose themselves to the trauma that comes with their line of work to risk seeing the same thing happen to you.

But if you explain to him that it's just something that happens, and not caused by flashbacks or the like, he'll be relieved and back off.

When he sees you staring blankly at the wall he'll just huff out a chuckle and fondly shake his head.

Alejandro

Out of everyone here, Alejandro gets used to it the quickest.

It's just like that sometimes. He gets it.

Unless you ask him to, or he needs you for something, he just let's you be.

He absolutely will give dirty looks to anyone who disturbs you. Maybe even a scolding if you're really surprised.

If he sees you zoning out while he's going about his day, he'll make sure to take a second to put a blanket around your shoulders if its cold, or put a glass of water on the nearest surface for when you snap out of it.

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guardkeywolf · 1 year

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Hi!! I’ve recently stumbled accross your CoD fics and i LOVE your writing /gen

If your still doing requests could you do an intimidating reader who secretly has bright pink hair? Like they dont talk much and almost fully hide their face and hair under a balaclava mask combo all the time

Preferably paired with ghost, soap or könig please

Thank you! I hope your doing well and have a good day :D

Soap's Pink-Haired Boyfriend

Hello @neon-lights-27 and thank you for the request!

Was quite interesting to write so I did go kinda simple on this one but enjoyed making it.

Please enjoy!

When Soap finish met Y/n, he had expected a newbie that was going to need to be taught the ropes of being with the 141. Maybe a bit excited, curious, or hell, even nervous. Y/n was the complete opposite.

Similar to Ghost, Y/n had this deep, dark arua that he carried around with him, which Soap still teased him about till this day along with the balaclava he wore. The man lurked over each recruit and even König had to look up at him. The worst part, however, was that he was deathly silent when in the base or field.

At least Ghost spoke from time to time but Y/n was a whole different story.

He didn't talk.

He just mostly stared with sometimes occasional grunts, and most of the time Soap would have to teach himself how to translate each look he sent him when they finally got together.

He could proudly say he was now fluent in reading Y/n's stares and grunts.

Aside from Y/n being the big scary man that followed him around the base just about everywhere, there was one thing Y/n decided to share with only him.

Y/n had Pink hair.

Hot Pink Hair.

Soap found it adorable when Y/n said it was truly pink and didn’t even bother questioning it.

He always found himself running his fingers through it when he could on a daily basis, even in front of the Newbies just to make a statement that he belonged to Y/n and Y/n belonged to him.

Hell, MacTavish was so touchy that Price had to separate them from each other on mission when he had caught them doing...very explicit things on the field.

Soap and Y/n were lucky they only got scolded by the Captain and not something much worse.

He let them off easy with cleaning the entire base until there was not a speck of dust for a good three weeks.

But aside from that, Y/n was probably the best thing to happen to Soap, and he had no intentions on letting man go.

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-Guards

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legitchase · 8 months

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I miss reading new Soap fanfics especially male reader ones sooo here is a fic idea

Werewolf Soap x Werewolf Reader

You two already being cuddly companions but it all got ten times worse in Mating season, it started of slow by simply getting more affectionate and then starting to make out infront of everyone with not a care in the world

One time in the mass hall people had to leave because the two wolves decided to have their fun there.

And Lords have mercy to the person that plans to either separate them in that time or interrupts them as they get moody quickly when they aren't with their mate in that time

#cod #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x male reader

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denziezwhattfuck · 1 year

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You found out 141 and Los Vaqueros was inlove with you, you decided to flirt with but things get a little too much..

Task Force 141 X M!Reader X Los Vaqueros

FEM ALIGNED DNI!

When you found out everyone in the team was inlove with you, you knew you had to do a little bit of fun with that, you were bored one day looking at your phone, you thought If they all loved you you wanted to have some fun, you then went outside your room your phone on your desk, locking the door on your quarters, you walked through the halls, you saw Ghost shooting some dummies from the firing range, you then went beside him watching him shoot with a sniper on his hand, as he perfectly shot the dummies on the head you complimented him, "Nice shot, Simon!" He didnt notice you from beside him yet, he was quite surprised when you were there, you even called him by his real name It made kinda flustered, "Oh (Y/N) didnt know you were there?" He looked at you through his mask his gaze was soft, "Just wanted to watch you dear." You gave him a smile, looking above to see him starring at you, he was shocked from the name you gave him, he slightly blushed behind his mask, "Oh, alright." He said as he kept his eyes on you, you then went close to his face, though you couldnt see him behind his mask you knew you made him blush, you then smirked "How ya holding up?~" Quite a flirtatious tone you went slightly close to his face, your nose touched against his, you then pulled away from him, "Wonder how you look with me in bed, Sir?~" you then winked at him still having a smirk on your face, now that ultimately made him blush he thought of something else, "Gotta go darling~" you walked away from the range giving him a flying kiss before going out, he then thought It was a dream where he had been flirted by you, he couldnt believe It the thought was raining his brain alot, he continued doing shots on dummies but with a tint on his face, you chuckled as you went out looking for the next victim to flirt with, you saw Alejandro from the distance talking with rudy, nice a double kill your charms are about to blow these two up, you then walked towards them confidently, you fixed your hair as you did, they heard footsteps from beside them they looked over at you with a grin on your face, "Hi (Y/N) what brings you here?" Rudy asks looking at you questionably, "Oh just wanted to look for my boyfriends." You said looking at them with a wide grin on your face, they both got flustered from when you said that, "Boyfriends?" They both said in unison, you just chuckled infront of them, "Oh, right soon to be.." you said whispering from the back with a slight smirk on your face, they gave you a concerned look on their faces, you then looked back at them with a sly smile on your face, "Can I have both of you though." You laughed a little with a finger on your mouth, they again had a blush on their faces, "Gotta go now, see ya later lovelies~" you let out a sound on your lips waving them goodbye also giving them a wink, everything happened so quickly, they were questioning If everything that happened was real, they looked at you as you'd gotten away from their sights, they both looked at each other with eyes widened from what happened covering their mouths with a left out blush on their faces, Ghost then went to the hall just to see both Alejandro and Rudy talking about you, he then went up to them "What happened?" He asks, "I think (Y/N) tried to flirt with us." Rudy responded looking at Ghost with a dumbfounded expression, "Ahh he did the same to me earlier." Their eyes widened, "Oh, really?" In unison, they were really confused on why you flirted with them, "Do you think he knows?" Alejandro asks whispering through Rudy's ears, "I think so.." he responded, Ghost then raised an eyebrow looking down with a finger on his chin, "He's playing with us..." Ghost thought moving his finger out of his chin replacing It with a crossed arm..

Part 2 will be coming soon!

(SO SORRY IF I CUT OUT SOME OF MY STORIES I PROMISE ILL UPDATE SOME PARTS SOON)

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jimmy-j-james · 10 months

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Any chance you could make a part two of Venom!Reader x Price, or a similar idea with Soap/Ghost? I think it's such a cool prompt

VENOM AU W/ SOAP AND GHOST

- Ghost x M!symbiote!reader & Soap x M!symbiote!reader

- Proofread:

- Genre: ???

- Synopsis: Drabbles on what it’d be like if Soap and Ghost had you as their symbiote, or more specifically their first impressions.

A/N: If anyone is wanting either drabbles for other characters, or full stories like Price’s, do request!

⚠️ Simon’s part is a bit graphic and more aggressive in nature⚠️

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SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

Simon had found you while on a lone mission. The task at hand was simple. Walk in, grab the valuables (this case being the illegal scientific subjects), and get out.

Of course, the Brit wasn’t as lucky as the one tank for grabs was broken, the symbiote no where in sight.

The sight was a panic alone, but what further presented as eerie was the obscene sounds of wet flesh from above.

As Simon raised his gaze, he was shocked to find a black inky blob drop down onto his face. Pained noises escaping the man as the unlabelled thing forced its way into his maw before disappearing into his body.

Panting and shaking, Simon calls in the incident, called back for evac and an immediate check up with the base’s doctors.

The checkup had gone awful. He was sweating, hungry, and aggressive. Feral, that’s how the doctors described him.

They sent him in for an MRI, which had only caused more harm. In a strange fit of rage, Simon had even destroyed the machine. God knows how he had the strength to do such harm..

The strange behaviours only continued though. From general hunger to thoughts of cannibalism.. he’d express his concerns to Price again, earning himself a necessary time in solitary.

Pounding at the walls, screaming things he’d swear was out of his control. He felt insane and drained.

Lying back against a cold stone wall, that’s when Simon met the parasite. He had thought it was trick of the eye, but no.

A slick and slimy tendril traced out from beneath his sleeve, snaking down onto the floor as grasping hold of a small mouse that had been idly picking through rubble.

Simon watched out in horror as the creature strangled the small creature. Inside he thought back to the men he had killed in similar ways, but something about the way this small mouse was slowly being killed.. it scared him.

The tendril slowly retrieved the dead mouse, dragging it up to the head it had poked out from Simon’s shoulder.

The crunch alone scared traumatized the Brit, shooting up in a panic as he banged on the door desperately. Shouting out about the alien.. something passers would ignore on claims of him being insane.

“You are scared?” A low, raspy, and grotesque voice calls out from behind Simon, another small tendril slipping up his neck, beneath his mask. “They will not help you like I can. You want love, I can be that.”

The tendril is cold to the touch, dragging goosebumps along the man’s skin. A stuttered exhale leaving Simon’s scarred lips. He can’t help the way the touches relax him, an unexplainable phenomenon.

“You like this?” The creature purrs, almost tauntingly. “You humans are such needy beings.”

To you, Simon was a needy man. He practically lived off your touch and praise. Completely and solely dependent on you.

It was such a contrast to his past shell of being. The old Ghost, the one that would berate him for being so clingy to this alien.. but to him, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you.

He fed you his victims, devoted his life to you. Saw upon you as a god rather than a parasite. A blessing even.

No one knew if it was a good or bad change for the bloke, but one thing was certain. Don’t bother trying to remove you from his body. If you were to be removed, either you’d let the man die, or he’d let himself die. Both of you needed each other, and no one could take that from you.

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JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

John had found you after running loose within a crash site. He had happened to pass by the crash of your ship, to which you had taken it upon yourself to use him as a host, without his knowledge of course.

He hadn’t noticed until days had passed. He was constantly craving weird things.. chocolate at first but then live animals. Next was the ungodly fevers he faced. Constantly sweating, and not your average amount either. Drenched head to toe in the stench. It was so bad to the point he was forced on medical leave, forced into bed rest while studied by the many doctors on base.

All was fine until they had him in a MRI. He freaked, or more so, whatever possessed him did. It was painful and traumatic. Seeing the sickly black mess slide across the floor. The doors were immediately locked, trapping him inside with it. Better him than the whole base, huh?

It’s what caused the alien creature to reattach to his body, to the life source it needed. It was what provoked the first verbal contact with said being.

“They want to hurt us.” It echoed throughout the Scot’s thoughts. Causing the man to stammer and desperately disagree.

“M-me? No, no, no! They’re after you!” He argued in turn, accent heavy in the moments of his panic. “Steamin’ jesus- get out of my body! Out of my head!”

To anyone else, the man looked absolutely insane. Fisting into his Mohawk, screaming on into an empty room. He remained like that, all until the other being spoke again. An grotesque tendril slipping out from his wrist, wrapping around one of his fingers.

“They don’t understand you like I do, John.”

The knowledge of his name alone had Johnny choking up. He was scared beyond belief. This had to be some cruel joke, maybe even the side effects of a bad concussion? But no. This was real. The thing was real. And he was stuck with it.

You thought of Johnny as the perfect specimen. Destructive and dependent of social praise. But those things didn’t matter anymore, he had you!

You kept him alive and well, refusing to detach from the Scot without harm caused. You truly were a parasite to him.

It had taken him awhile, but he had eventually learned to accept and care for you. Truly the perfect specimen.

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topmalereaderblog · 9 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley -- John "Soap" Mactavish // Mature Thoughts⚠️

Imagine: Your partners have been wanting you to fuvk them both at once since you have to dicks due to a medical condition you can.

"Okay," that was your response to both of your partners they wanted to try something new with you, and while you were hesitant, you agreed.

"But if we're gonna do this, you both are gonna have to ride me well. Also, gonna have to find a position that's comfortable," you said to the two men who were stating and you. They both nodded and went to your room, getting ready.

Fuck the sight you walked into was hot Ghost and Soap were laying naked on the bed they hairy bodies waiting patently. You stripped down in front of them your cocks semi hard.

You laid down in between them and started a make-out session. Your hand roamed their bodies, feeling them touching them. You felt their muscles twitch.

"Please were ready."

"I have to prep you."

"We did it already. Just let us make you feel good," Simon said, pulling you into a small kiss. Your cocks were rock hard pre-cum dribbling down your foreskins and shafts. "Okay~," you sighed you watch them get closer to your cocks and watched intently.

You watched soap, grabbed your dick and pulled down your foreskin kissing the pink tip. Simon had other plans stuffing you cock into his mouth. You were lost. Two types of pleasure came at you all at once. One desperate and the other light and gently your left cock was being sucked by Simon his lips stretched around you perfectly while Soap was still taking his time with your right cock teasing you.

"Soap, please~ Please, just fuck~ just do what Simon is doing," you saw him smirk knowing he got to you. You stuffed your cock into his warm mouth.

"That's it. Keep going."

After a few minutes your dick was lubricant enough to feel of their warm mouths leaving your cock you couldn't help but whine. They placed there backs against each other and grabbed your cocks as the lowered down guiding your dick into their hairy holes.

Shit, this is the most pleasure you've ever felt both your cock being stuffed in your partner holes feeling them clench around you.

"Mm~ move, please move~"they turned to look at you this is the first time they have seen you like this. You were breathing heavily. You looked lost. Ghost was the first to start moving. You felt the way his wall moved around you. "Shit~" Soap tries to match Ghost pace soon they were bouncing on your cock as you moaned desperately they felt you try to thrust up against them.

"I'm gonna cum~" please let me cum~," you were thrusting inside them, trying to catch your realse. You felt them clench harder against you as they bounced hard, aiming for their prostate.

"Cum~" they said as they were coming undone. You saw them start to cum together and fuck was it a sight to see. You came deep inside both your cocks feeling overestimated you saw as cum fell from there hole as you thrusted through your orgasm.

"S- shit don't move, just let me breathe," you said, grabbing both their waist.

"We should try that again soon, made me cum fast" you said as you closed your eyes.

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