#price x soap

[mactavishenjoyer]

Okay so the second mission you do in the original call of duty 4 modern warfare is a mission to save nikolai. So au idea. Him and Price having an established relationship and you are just a little bit too late to save him. Something like (Nikolai x price and price x soap)

As Soap shoots his way into the room he's quickly followed by Price and Gaz. When he finishes making sure the room is cleared he looks back to see price huddled over a body in the back of the room. His hands applying pressure on a wound to the man's neck. "Captain, is that our informant?' soap doesn't get a verbal reply but the way price acts gives him his answer. He may be new but soap knows this isn't how you react to just an informant being killed. The terror in Price's voice tells him that he's something more to him. Gaz tries to pull Price off of him only to be pushed away. God, Price looked ready to punch Gaz if he tried again. Soap helped carry his body to the chopper. The sounds that left Price's body haunted Soap. Pure pain. True Anguish was what soap saw that day. He never thought he'd see something like it again. That was until he was on a table with price standing over him begging for him not to go. Was this how Nikolai felt? It feels surprisingly selfish to die in your lover's arms. Soap wanted to apologize but it was too cold. The world was too dark. All he heard was those familiar cries. The cries he heard that day.

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[nightttoon]

Price after reading fics people write

Poor captain...

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[bunnybabe03]

I accidentally deleted my old account so I’m reposting this here since it got so much love the first time around!!

Price x Soap x Reader

Dog Tags

Your collar tags jingled in front of your face as the larger man attempted to pin you to the ground from behind. You had almost managed to fight him off when he slammed your body to the ground, causing a loud whimper to escape your mouth.

“Johnny..” a warning voice came from across the room, “play nice.”

“But-,” he started to whine.

“No buts. Play nice or don’t play at all. You know she’s smaller than you.” You looked over your shoulder to see your captain leaning back in his chair with his feet propped on the desk. He was lazily holding a cigar and watching you two wrestle on the floor of his office. He tilted his head to get a better look at you. “Are you okay, Darling?”

“Yes, Sir,” you replied, still pinned to the ground by Johnnys right arm.

“Good. Johnny, consider this a warning,” Price said, snapping his head forward to look at him.

“Yes, Sir…” Johnny responded, anxiously messing with his tags on his collar. He removed himself from you and moved to pout in the corner as you tried to catch your breath.

When you first joined the 141, it was a well known fact that Soap belonged to Price. He was constantly tagging along behind him, kneeling on the ground beside him during meetings, and of course wearing his collar everywhere except the showers and bed (that is unless Price instructed otherwise). You had always looked at them longingly. Hoping that somehow Price would accept another pup some day. You had convinced yourself you were crazy for thinking like this, that is until Price called you in to his office one day and presented you with the nicest looking collar you had ever seen. It was an expensive looking black, leather collar with silver hardware. It was complete with a silver tag engraved, “Puppy”. It was a stark contrast to Soap’s. His was a dark brown leather with gold hardware. He had a similar gold tag that was engraved, “Johnny.”

Putting out his cigar, Price stood up from his chair and made his way around the desk to where Johnny was pouting. “Now, Johnny,” he started, “Stop your sulking and go clean yourself up while I check her over. When you’re done it’ll be your turn.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said as he walked to the bathroom.

“Good boy.” He slapped Johnny on the ass as he passed by, earning a small yelp from the Scot. He crouched down in front of you and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. He slowly turned your head from side to side looking for any marks that Johnny may have left. It was made extremely clear that the only one allowed to mark you was Price. If you had even a scratch from Soap, he would be in for the punishment of a lifetime. Seeing no bruises or cuts, he stood from his position in front of you. “You’re on thin ice, MacTavish!,” he yelled to the other room. You heard the Scot mumble something incoherent over the sound of the running shower.

A while later, Johnny came walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped poorly around his waist, Mohawk dripping on his face and the floor.

“Fucks sake, Soap. Learn to use a towel,” Price said, startling you awake. You’re not sure when you had fallen asleep on your captain’s lap, but you knew Johnny liked his “beauty showers” as you and Price called them, so probably around 20 minutes ago.

“‘s just water, cap,” Johnny said as he crawled onto the bed to join you in Price’s lap.

Price let out a loud groan as his previously dry shirt was now soaked with the water from Soap’s hair. He lifted you up, Johnny instantly taking your spot, and motioned for your turn in the shower. You of course obeyed and jumped off the bed to go clean yourself up.

Your shower was surprisingly uneventful. Usually either Price or Johnny (or both) would make their way into the bathroom and distract you from rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. You started to walk out of the bathroom, toweling off your hair (unlike Johnny) when you came to a stop.

You had seen Price and Johnny make out hundreds of times, but you had never seen Johnny this desperate. Usually he kept a little bit of composure around you, not letting you see how much of a mess Price could really make him. But this was different. Johnny was a complete whiny mess under your captain. Price had Soap’s arms pinned above his head with one hand, the other looped under his collar, and was kissing the man like he was starved.

“Being such a good boy for me, Johnny. So needy and pathetic. What does my puppy want?” Price asked with a smirk.

Instead of words, a string of moans and whines came out of Johnnys mouth as if he’d suddenly lost the ability to speak.

“Use your words or you’re not getting any more…” Price threateningly pulled away.

Still unable to form a coherent sentence, Johnny buried his face into Price’s chest in embarrassment.

“Darling?” Price asked in your direction. You jumped from the sudden attention. You had forgotten where you were, entranced in watching the two men.

“Hm?” You quickly hummed in response.

“Will you please come here and take Johnny’s place until he remembers how to tell Daddy what he wants?” Price said in a mocking tone as Soap whined under him.

“Yes, S-“ You were cut off as Johnny suddenly found his voice.

“Your cock.” Soap half whined into Price’s chest.

“What was that, pup?”

“Want your cock.” Johnny said a bit louder, but just as needy.

“Then take it.” The words had barely left Price’s mouth and Soap was already unbuckling the captain’s belt.

Price’s eyes met yours as he motioned for you to join them. Wasting no time, you rushed over and sat by the captain. Johnny already had his cock halfway down his throat by the time you got to the bed. He really was more desperate than you had ever seen him. Price grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss. Before you knew it, his tongue was in the back of your mouth. His hand had moved from your neck to your chest as he teased around your nipple. His other hand pushing Johnnys head down on his cock. Every time Johnny took him deeper, you could feel Price moan into your mouth.

You could stay here forever and you would be happy. At least that’s what you were thinking when Price abruptly pulled away from you. He yanked Soap up by his mohawk, causing a string of whines to fall from his mouth.

“Johnny,” Price started, looking at Soap’s sad puppy dog eyes. “Get her warmed up for me.”

#cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #john soap mactavish #captain john price #cod x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #price x soap x reader #price x soap

[chxrrylime]

You said price x soap and I got so blindsighted with lust. Can we see what their first time would be like? Cis soap and cis Price ❤️❤️❤️

⚠️❤️ BOYFRIEND SPECIAL REQUEST ALERT ❤️⚠️

Price x Soap ↪ 1209 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant Price, cis male submissive virgin!Soap, first time bottoming, minimal/rushed prep, suffocation, crying, rough sex, daddy kink, dubious consent, slightly intoxicated sex, perceivable power imbalance, unsafe sex, oral sex, rimming, anal fingering, and anal sex.

Soap startles with a moan as Price’s tongue trails the ridge of Soap’s cockhead before circling the whole tip, the hot, wet muscle causing Soap’s thighs to flex, rippling as he scrambles for purchase in Price’s short hair. 

Curses pour from Soap’s mouth, back arching as Price’s tongue licks a line down his cock, heading further south to lick a flat stripe over Soap’s hole. Soap nearly chokes, sparks shooting behind his eyes and cock kicking hard as Price teases the sensitive furl of his virgin hole with precise, practiced motions. 

Somehow a night of companionable drinking in Price’s office, the two sat on the ratty couch against the wall, had ended up with Soap’s lips kiss swollen and saliva slick, cock aching in his trousers, which Price had so kindly liberated him of before dropping to his knees between spread legs.

Price’s hands join the equation, gripping the ample meat of Soap’s ass to pull his cheeks apart, giving him better access to dip his tongue past the tight rim, causing Soap to jolt and moan, earning a soft chuckle from Price before he drives his tongue in as deep as he can get. 

Soap is a rambling, gasping mess, barely registering the slight sting and burn of Price’s first finger pushing in alongside his tongue—the pleasure of said tongue, and the fist cruelly twisting over the tip of Soap’s cock easily overwhelming any possible pain from the insistent stretch. 

Price is brutal in his efficiency, quick to add another finger when he finally pulls his mouth free. He lets saliva periodically drip from his pursed lips, keeping Soap’s tight hole well lubed as he scissors his fingers ever so slightly, earning what a less dignified man might call a squeak as Soap’s hand launches down to wrap around Price’s wrist—not stopping his movements, simply holding and squeezing. 

Soap looks beautiful from where Price kneels, shirt rucked up past his plush tits, sweat dripping between their crease and down the valley of his abdomen, which wildly expands and retracts with Soap’s heaving breaths and broken moans. 

If Price was a better man, a more patient man, he’d take the time to stretch Soap proper—add another finger and fetch some lube.

Price, however, is neither a better man, nor a patient one.

He pulls his fingers free, bracing his knees on the edge of the couch as he looses his belt, unzipping his cargos just enough to pull his aching cock free. Soap moans at the sight, brow furrowed and eyes a little wide at Price’s girth. 

Price wastes no time pressing his precum sticky tip to Soap’s hole, and Soap jolts.

“Wait—” he croaks, bracing a hand on Price’s shoulder. Price pushes in, head popping in with a slick noise as Soap throws his head back, mouth dropping open like a silent scream before a strangled whine escapes his throat.

“That’s it, sunshine,” Price growls, voice low and gravelly, feeling how Soap’s hole gradually relaxes, flexing around the tip of his cock like it’s trying to suck him deeper, “taking me so well, Johnny.”

“Don’ call me that,” Soap murmurs hazily, voice slightly slurred, head rolling loose on his shoulders. Price meets glossy blue eyes and groans at the sight of tears brimming, Soap’s face flushed red and damp with a sheen of sweat.

Price pushes one of Soap’s legs up till his knee is to his chest, bracing his hand on Soap’s under thigh. His other hand reaches up to cradle Soap’s cheek, thumb pressing on the scot’s chin as he pushes into the hilt, watching with twisted pleasure as Soap’s eyes go wide, mouth dropping open again as the tears finally spill past the waterline. 

“P-Price—” Soap croaks, eyes slipping shut as Price grinds his hips into Soap’s ass, allowing the younger to adjust to the stretch of what Price (smugly) knows is a much thicker than average cock. 

“You’re doing so good, sunshine,” Price murmurs, and he doesn’t miss the way Soap’s cock twitches at the praise, a barely there whimper falling from his lips, “sweet little hole was made for me, huh? Suckin’ me in…”

Soap bites his lip and nods frantically, tears still slowly slipping from closed eyes as Price begins to draw back, starting with shallow but sharp, quick little movements that punch little ah ah ah’s from the sergeant.

Soap’s cock has flagged slightly from the initial pain, the semi soft flesh dribbling a steady stream of pre as Price’s cockhead slides over his prostate with each brutal thrust. The captain picks up his pace until his balls are slapping lewdly against Soap’s ass, saliva frothing and dripping from Soap’s ass to add to the wet squelch of each impact.

The younger wraps his arms around Price’s neck, pulling him down until they’re breathing each other’s air, leg now hitched over Price’s shoulder, panting into each other’s mouths. Price licks messily at Soap’s lips, rumbling in satisfaction when Soap licks back, the two men’s tongues sliding across each other in what can barely be considered a kiss.

Price grips Soap’s hair, using the hold to pull the scot’s head to the side, baring his neck. Just beneath his jawline, Price sucks a deep bruise, one he knows the sergeant won’t be able to hide. He can feel how Soap’s hole clenches at the realization—the other’s won’t know by who, but they’ll know the sergeant has been more than claimed. 

“You gunna cum on my cock, lad?” Price whispers, lips to Soap’s ear, licking a wet stripe around the rim that has Soap flinching.

“Please, please, please, pl—” Soap rambles wetly, usually deep voice rough and straining against his frantic pitch. 

Price shushes him, pressing his lips to Soap’s in a wet, tantric kiss, in sharp contrast to Price’s brutal and quick thrusts. He grips Soap’s hips, propping him up a bit higher for a better angle that has Soap nearly screaming, Price frantically slamming his palm over Soap’s mouth and nose, to which Soap’s eyes roll back into his skull, keening at the lack of oxygen. 

“Come on, sunshine,” Price growls, watching how Soap’s fingers dig into the edge of the couch, his thigh muscles violently trembling, “cum for daddy.”

The effect is immediate, Soap’s hole clenching down on Price’s cock hard enough to hinder Price’s languid thrusts, Soap’s face going a dark beet red that slowly fades to a purplish color, Price feeling the sucking breaths Soap attempts to make against Price’s sweaty palm.

Price buries to the hilt, ceasing his movements to allow Soap’s rippling orgasm to milk his aching cock, finally cumming with a bellowing growl as the muscles squeeze around his sensitive tip. 

It isn’t until Soap’s body twitches from oxygen deprivation, mind threatening to shut down that Price removes his hand from Soap’s mouth and nose, watching as the scot sucks in heaving breaths of air into his burning lungs. 

Soap seems to finally come back to himself, looking down at his cum covered chest and the soft cock still buried in his hole with something akin to awe. 

“Good, Soap?”

Soap huffs an incredulous laugh, hole clenching around Price’s softening cock and causing the older man to wince ever so slightly at the overstimulation.

“Solid, sir.”

#mine #smut #modern warfare #price x soap #soap x price #pricesoap #soapprice

[cod-dump]

*Price wakes to Soap standing over him*

Price: Fucking Christ, Soap!

Soap, climbing into bed with Price: *whispering* I need to talk to you

Price: You did not just get into my bed...

Soap: Super secret! If someone walks in pretend that we're making love

Price, blinking: WHAT?!

Soap: Shhh!

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[soapppp]

CW: sexual content

Lots of people write about Ghost topping Soap only to be topped by Price, but I like the idea of Ghost being submissive to both men. Soap being a gentle and kind worded Dominate with an opposing cruel hand with a preference for rough and dirty sex. Ghost loves the difference of being called a beautiful boy while flogged, told he’s gorgeous when he cries and always makes Soap proud while the other ties him and puts his cock in a little cage. When Ghost tells him about how he used to do scenes with Price, Soap isn’t upset or even surprised, telling his lover he is alright with it and saying he wouldn’t mind bringing the other into their scenes before Ghost can even ask. He enjoys the slow, loving sex that Soap gives him as a reward for communicating so well, sitting with a slight smile through the next day. Soap talks to Price about doing a scene, glad he can trust the other man to already know a lot of Ghost hard limits. Ghost isn’t entirely sure what to expect but he enjoys their first night more than he though possible. Price calls him depraved things, degrading him with a delicious tone of voice as he takes control of when Ghost can come. He takes Ghost rough and gentle, toying with his tits like he always used to. Ghost is surprised when Price doesn’t just kiss him, but also Soap. They must have talked about it beforehand because the scot doesn’t hesitate at all. The aftercare is so sweet he starts crying and only sobs more when both men let him and hold him close. The next time they play though, Ghost notices how it’s his Johnny that calls the shot, not just the Captain. He can see Price looking at Soap for approval and assumes it’s because while they’re all fucking, Ghost does belong to Soap in every way. He knows full well that Soap and Price could fuck on their own, but he can’t help the shock when he walks into the back room to Prices office (hidden of course) only to find his stoic and strong willed Captain whining on his knees with Soap’s cock down his throat and pink rope tying his hands together. Ghost falls to his knees and crawls over to them, joining Price in pleasuring Soap and having a battle in his head about if he prefers his Captain calling him a slut and edging him or slobbering all over Soaps cock and begging to be allowed to fuck Ghost’s perfect ass. He eventually decides the answer is both. He loves both.

#john soap mactavish #modern warfare #ghost x soap #ghost x price #price x soap #ghost x soap x price #captain price

[x3no9]

I’m so sorry for posting this shite but I did this sketch at work. Kinda of a summary of my last chapter of yet another fic I did lately. God it is so bad but it made me laugh. I kept it PG because if I filled in actual dialog it would be flagged. And yes he slapped his mustache off.

#m/m #call of duty doodle #crappy fun sketch #call off duty comic strip #cod mw #sketch based off my fanfiction #price molesting soap #ghost catches price getting dirty with his boy #ghostsoap #price x soap

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Do you have any more Soap x Everyone prompts? I eat them up to quickly

Ooh! I actually had a completely different idea for this at first but then this hit me and I got excited.

But! What about a blind Soap and his reactions/interactions with different monster hybrid 141/los vaqueros/König???

Also these monster hybrids aren’t based on anything in particular from the characters or nothing, it’s just the first one that popped into my head when I thought of the character and I went with it. I’m also making up my own laws and rules for these so shush!

Gorgon Ghost:

Obviously Simon’s got the whole, turn to stone if he looks at people thing so he’s always wearing sun glasses. Cause apparently, they were just the perfect deterrent for his little powers.

But every time Johnny’s with him the Scot insists that he doesn’t wear them, claiming he’d be heartbroken if he were denied the sight of Simons ‘beautiful eyes’. Which was bullshit since the man couldn’t even see but who was Simon to deny him.

Johnny spends forever after missions, sitting in Simon’s lap, fingers tracing over strong features with feather light touches.

Sometimes he ventures a little further back, giving gentle strokes to the snakes that constitutes Simon’s hair and giggling like a mad man when they either wrap around his fingers lightly or nip at the tips. They weren’t venomous so neither of them were ever too worried when that happened.

But Johnny always acted like it was a normal thing. Smiling wide when he finally left them alone and went back to tracing his features. If they hadn’t already done the routine a hundred times over he’d think the Scot was trying to gain a sense of what he looked like. Now he simply relishes in the touches, using them to ground himself and simply exist within the present.

Harpy Gaz: (I realise there’s a proper term but shush)

Soap was surprisingly good at grooming Gaz’s wings. The latter was always hesitant to let the man near, cause while he loved him dearly and would do near anything, his wings were wildly more sensitive than the rest of him. He didn’t want to run the risk of Soap accidentally doing something wrong and either leaving the Scot feeling guilty over it or have him be guilty cause he’d lashed out.

But Gaz had eventually caved when he saw how gentle Soap was with Ghost’s snakes. The fact that man absolutely lit up the room with how brightly he smiled also, might have played a role in it.

Now, it was just a regular occurrence. They were in the military, it was pretty much a given that Gaz’s wings would always manage to become unkempt somehow, someway. But that just meant that it was always a given that Soap would help him groom them. Sitting on Gaz’s back and gently combing through the feathers with soft, but sure fingers.

Sometimes he’d even give the man a massage, working out tense spots and laughing when he felt Gaz turn into a melted mess beneath him, gentle trills escaping him with how relaxed he always became.

Whenever they finished, Gaz would turn onto his back, opening his wings and arms just so Soap could lie down and he could wrap them up. It was cozy apparently and Soap loved feeling the all encompassing warmth and softness that came with it.

Demon Price:

There was a reason there was a blind man in the military despite all the red tape and technicalities and what not. Whether Price would ever confirm if it was truly his fault or not though was an entirely seperate issue that reoccurred at least once a month.

As it stood though John McTavish was his. He was his soldier. His responsibility. His blood pact. Unfortunately, he just so happened to be the base’s human as well. Which meant that no matter how much Price craved and wanted the man’s attention to be his and only his, there wasn’t a chance in hell it was going to happen now.

Fortunately John was aware of it though. Knew how much Price wanted to take him away and how often his desires almost got the better of him so he also had his own, little designated thing with the man. It was an unspoken rule on base. Everyone got time with John. Nobody interrupted. If you did, then there better be an excuse better than the world ending to save your life.

John would always dress up all pretty for him, coming to Price with a pretty little blush and unsure smile cause he was never quite sure how well he’d done with the wardrobe he was wearing. Granted, it was pretty hard for the man to make anything look bad. He looked amazing in whatever he wore.

If that happened to be due to the fact that Price bought him all his clothes and made sure they were all similar in style and complimentary in colour then who cares? His boy was happy and Price got to see him dressed up in the things he bought him.

Nagual Alejandro & Rodolfo:

Ale and Rudy were usually hanging around base as Jaguars, either lazing about after a hard mission or getting residual energy out by play fighting outside.

Occasionally though you could hear Soap with them, the two of them curled around the Scot while he chattered away about one thing or another, either completely oblivious to the way the jaguars were usually asleep, or not caring a single bit.

It always looked like the smaller man was serving as their pillow, one’s head in his lap while the other would be propped up on his shoulder, the man’s body resting against someone’s flank.

It was hard to tell how any of them were comfortably positioned, the two jaguars black as night and blending in with one another near perfectly if not for the pale man between them. Soap never seemed to mind though, hands running through their fur and occasionally shifting to scratch in no particular order.

Though given how the two would melt just a touch more when he did scratch a particular spot you’d think he was able to just know that that would be a soft spot for them.

Spectre König:

Kǒnig had a hard time keeping himself fully corporeal sometimes. He was so used to hiding and living out his military days as a spectre that he’d forget that he’d actually have to be in a physical form for some things.

But Soap made it easier. Something about the man made König want to exist within the same plane, if not to be able to actually touch him then just to exist beside him. It helped that he could tell Soap appreciated it when he was in physical form as well.

When it got particularly difficult Soap would always be there, words soft and coaxing and his touch even more so when König managed to gather his wits enough for it.

When he was fully in his plane Soap got this distinctly proud look in his eyes, blindness doing nothing to take away from the glint when he looked in König’s general direction and greeted him warmly. The reaction always made him feel warm inside. The blood he didn’t have rushing through him and warming him something stupid.

Sometimes he swore he felt his long dead heart kickstart. Especially when Soap laid his head over his chest, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s waist as if his arms alone were holding König together. Given that he didn’t feel the need to come apart like smoke when he did he’d argue that maybe it wasn’t too far from the truth.

#fic prompt #fic #prompt #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #call of duty #ghost x soap #simon ‘ghost’ riley #Gaz x soap #price x soap #Alejandro x soap #Rodolfo x soap #141 x soap #los vaqueros x soap #everyone x soap #monster hybrid au #reply #response #anonymous #blind soap #doesn’t stop him from having everyone wrapped around his finger tho #everyone loves soap #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #john price #kyle gaz garrick #könig #König x soap

[melodicaria]

CODMW: Dripping White | Everyone x Johnny

THIS IS DIRTY, DEPRAVED, AND FULL OF SMUT!!!

Note:

This story contains dubious content, cum feeding, and Johnny. Yes, Johnny is a warning and I wish you all would tag your works with such a dangerous individual when he appears there.

Proceed with caution or something, trip and fall maybe :D

Simply a piece of the pie here for tumblr because you guys are crazy. This means that parts of the story are missing and/or omitted. If you guys wish for me to post the full story here as well, please let me know. Full story available on Ao3! Link HERE and down below:

As always, enjoy, and don't hesitate to Ask and You Shall Receive!

Word Count on Tumblr: 1,144

Word Count on Ao3: 3,041

Last night was off the fucking balls. It was a good night, nevertheless. They hadn’t all met up in quite a while, so what better way to spend it than get piss drunk? His throat is dry as all nine circles of hell and Johnny decides to brave the adventure of finding water.

Opening the door is the easiest part, but what greets him in the hallway and into the living room is downright horrific. There were broken crayons scattered on the floor and torn-up paper everywhere. To top it off, someone's underwear was hanging from the ceiling fan.

He finally makes his way to the kitchen, unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to be too safe either. He catches Rudy on his back fast asleep on top of the stove, but thankfully it's been turned off. Roach is halfway stuck in the pantry with a stack of chips in front of him.

Scarily enough, all of the water bottles are crushed and ripped open, so he smartly avoids them and the sleeping Horangi they are next to. He does, however, peek at the perfectly intact pack of cookies that are threatening to fall and smack Roach in the face. He’s preventing a catastrophe and satisfying his cravings. Two dogs, one bullet.

He refuses to admit Ghost is rubbing off on him.

Johnny snatches the cookies and turns to open the fridge, dead set on the jug of milk.

Uncapping the milk jug, he hears a wailing groan from the living room.

Looks like the dead have arisen.

With a cookie in his mouth and a glass in hand, he walks into the living room, stifling chuckles all the way. Gaz is sprawled over the couch, one foot over the back of the cushion and another stuck inside. He’s holding his head and a soft fuck tumbles out of his mouth. Johnny leans against the couch.

“Poor Kyle isn’t feeling too well?” He waves the cookie he just took a bite out of in front of Gaz’s face.

Gaz’s nose scrunches up and turns away, weakly batting Johnny away from him.

Before he can raise the glass of milk up to his mouth, Gaz makes a swipe for it, a bout of energy seemingly springing up out of nowhere. He almost spills it over his shirt, but he manages to take a step backward.

Disgruntled, he raises an eyebrow, “The fuck?”

Gaz is now about to topple over the couch, and he’s frantically waving his hands.

“Mate, I am so serious, do not drink that.”

Johnny’s grin returns and he sings, “You just want some.”

Gaz looks like he’s getting ready to vomit, throat bobbing with every bit of bile he’s trying to swallow.

He swiftly made his way back to the kitchen, munching on the rest of the cookies. If Gaz was about to blow, he did not want to see the aftermath of the vomit-ruined couch.

As he savored the cookies and downed the milk, Gaz made a weak noise and slumped back onto the couch, finally quiet. A trickle of milk escaped from the corner of his mouth, down his throat. To be honest, the milk tasted a bit off, but he chalked it up to not shaking it well enough.

Setting the cup down, he heard a soft "damn." He turned towards the sound, only to find everyone awake, staring at him with what looked like ravenous hunger in their eyes.

Nobody has the heart to tell him they collectively came in the milk jug and put it back in the fridge.

Fuck.

They're fucked.

+ + +

What makes them even worse human beings is that while they all feel immensely bad about literally feeding Soap their cum, they've gone too far to stop. And they like it.

Alex buys him the sweetest over-the-top coffees from a place he likes and cums in it one day because he can't fucking help himself. Johnny asks what's the special syrup in the ones he likes and Alex makes up an excuse every time.

Gaz gets him to eat his favorite brand of cereal and makes sure his jizz is thoroughly mixed in the milk before adding the cereal. He never adds the milk first, but what has to be done, is done. 

Rudy reveals his cooking and baking hobbies and does not hesitate to bring Soap food infused with his cum. Rudy wants to feed Soap treats while stuffing his hole full of cum. Rudy thinks the bulge will look nice on Johnny. Full, aching, and his.

Ghost keeps it simple, offering to get a drink for Johnny and cumming in it when he gets the chance. He thinks about getting lotion at some point, putting as much cum as he can into the bottle. He’ll have to look up how it affects skin– and how he should give it to Johnny without it seeming weird. Maybe for Christmas.

Konig, the bastard, says that his homemade smoothies, milkshakes, and protein shakes will get him buff in no time. Of course, he's desperately spraying like a fucking hose down the blender to make sure it's all in there before serving cup after cup to Soap. 

His sperm is a bit too strong not to notice the taste.

Roach takes one long, good look at the huge cinnamon bun he covered in frosting and cum before sighing. Luckily, or unluckily, for him, as he is about to throw the plate away, Soap waltzes in and gasps in terror. And he can’t– he fucking can’t because Johnny gives him the biggest puppy dog eyes and makes a grabbing motion with his hands. His smile tightens and he relinquishes hold over the cinnamon bun and watches Johnny dig in with a hunger so great he finishes it in less than a minute. What Roach wouldn’t give to have Johnny on a leash, whining as the Scot takes his cock, whenever he wants to.

“Good boy.”

+ + +

Surprisingly, and despite his recent escapade, Roach is the one to bring up the issue. After week 15 that is, and of course, after everyone has had their fair share of feeding Soap their cum. He saw Horangi take Johnny out to breakfast earlier, then Alejandro giving him lunch. The day before that Graves went out for drinks. With Johnny. Alone. Sneaky bastard.

Roach nods but is quicker and sets himself firmly in between Price and the door. "Captain, with all due respect, we have to stop doing this. It's-"

Price raises an eyebrow, "Wrong? Yeah, I feel horrible about it, now move so I can get this to Johnny before it starts to cool."

Roach feels his eye twitch. The old bastard isn't sorry at all!

Yes, Roach tried to shut it down, but ultimately failed and gave into his own desires. 

But at least he tried.

Mission failed, we'll get 'em next time.

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[autistic-cowboy]

Hey! I was wondering if anyone wanted to rp Price x Soap with me? I'd be Soap preferably. I have a plot and starter ready, if anyone is interested just comment on here or pm me.

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[bigguyenthusiast]

COD P★ LINKS

Yawll……dis is horny… so like fair warning

John price

Price tying you up after he catches you disobeying him by touching yourself :(

Overstimulation with John <3

Price eating you out after a loooooong mission

More price eating pussy (the guy LITERALLY looks like him or am I tripping)

Since you like using them so much, this shouldn’t be a punishment for you, correct ?

John getting you to ride his thigh

Theres a reason why they’re his favourite

Kyle Garrick

Gaz after ruthlessly fucking you for three hours ;3

What you get for flaunting yourself in front of his mates :(

Lazy night in with gaz

Shhh don’t want anyone to hear you

Late night humping with your clingy boyfriend

Roommate! Gaz getting tired of your horny whining

Simon Riley

Just a quick reminder of where you belong

Quick polishing’

A goodbye gift

A welcome home gift

Roommate! Ghost pounding you till you wake up :(

Owner! Ghost with his lil pup

Little film for later

Gettin’ crafty

John McTavish

Riding him until he’s dumb <3

Mornin sex with Johnny boy

Self restrain

Virgin! Johnny

Just his doll

Convincing your friend, Johnny to join your live 🫣

König

Hes just too big you needed a photo for confirmation

Need your colonel to reach you a lesson?

Just a quickie before he leaves for work

Quickie part 2

Good girls beg

#okay yall lemme go to bed #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #captain price #ghost #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #konig x reader #konig #konig cod #captain john price #john price x reader #john price

[whateveriwant]

Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

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[karliiiis]

ok but

being a part of the 141 (+konig) and having to dress up in disguise for a mission in some rich, fancy casino. the boys are waiting on you, talking amongst themselves.

you walk out wearing a slim black dress, low neckline exposing the top of your cleavage. the dress is fitted to your curves and loose at the bottom to hide the pistol strapped around your thigh. you’re looking down, smoothing out your dress, you don’t notice how every head snaps up at the first sound of your heels on the hard floor.

you don’t notice the way ghost straightens up from leaning on the table, arms still crossed and mask hiding the red creeping up to his cheeks. you don’t notice the way konig shifts awkwardly on his feet, blue eyes darting up and down not knowing where to look. you don’t notice the way gaz bites his lip, almost hard enough to break through the soft flesh and draw blood. you hear soap let out an exaggerated breath, a quick “godda-“ before he’s cut off by a smack to the back of the head from price.

you whip your head up at price’s chuckle, seeing soap rubbing the back of his head. “does this look alright? you can’t see my gun, can you?” you ask turning around to show them the back of your thigh where it’s strapped tightly. you miss the way ghost bites his fist, eyes rolling to the back of his head as soap nudges his shoulder giggling like a school boy.

#call of duty #ghost cod #cod #simon ghost riley #konig #john soap mactavish #john price #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #soapghost #soap cod #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick

[bagofshinyrocks]

Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?” 

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips. 

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room. 

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

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[x3no9]

Silly doodle featuring various Soap Ships depicted through objects and simple words.

I really wanted to draw a bar of soap lol. So, first attempt at drawing a bar of soap....

#m/m #soap ships #cod mw fanart #call of duty fanart #doodle #bar of soap #konig x soap #ghost x soap #Graves x soap #Price x Soap

[melodicaria]

Procrastination? Yeah, that's my mother.

Dawg, I have like 59 COD:MW story ideas that include Soap getting railed (I have something for everyone because even Horangi is there) all neatly lined up and categorized in my google docs and for some reason my fingers won't write them.

#cod mw2 #soapghost #price x soap #gaz x soap #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #idea