An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
NEW PART UP NOW
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: König (Call of Duty)/Original Character(s)
Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König (Call of Duty), John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price (Call of Duty), Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Rodolfo Parra
Additional Tags: Gay Male Character, Task Force 141, Points of View, Gay Sex, POV Original Character, POV Alternating, POV Multiple
Summary:
You know how twins have one really really outgoing boisterous twin and then one that's calmer ? Well that is how people can describe John "Soap" McTavish and his Twin Brother Jaimes "Pyro" McTavish
My pc is in a repair shop and I got nothing to do, so here's a list of fic ideas I'll probably never do anything with, in no particular order:
Ghost, SAS Lieutenant, needs to gather intel from a secret agent at a party. He doesn't know how the man looks, only the agreed upon signal. Cut to Soap, the secret agent, trying very hard to save Ghost from an enemy that somehow knew the signal and is now taking Ghost to a more "secure area".
Soap is a councilor at a prestigious summer camp, along with a few others. He doesn't really fit in with the rest, far too rich to relate to, so he spends most of his time taking care of a memorial for one Simon Riley, who died in the nearby lake 10 years ago. When Ghost, a local hunter, starts terrorizing the camp, Soap is somehow spared. Eventually Ghost goes on a murder spree, despite Soap's efforts to stop him, but when the other councilors tried to prank Soap, Ghost didn't really care to end their lives over it.
Ghost encounters an SAS soldier on the field, from a different squad. He soon finds out the soldier is mute. Which is a problem when they're in an active warzone, and he doesn't know sign language. Through a lot of pointing and miming, they somehow find a way to survive, and Ghost comes to like the company of 'Soap', as the man pointed to one when he asked for his name.
Soap is a famous actor, with a beautiful girlfriend, big movie on its way, and millions of fans across the world. His coworkers, Gaz, Price, and his bodyguard Ghost, are ones he considers close friends at this point. It all comes crashing down when he finds his girlfriend cheating on him. Not a day later, her room is trashed, threats and warnings to stay away from Soap carved into the walls. Soap and Ghost uncover the existence of a stalker, one that is slowly becoming more and more violent. All the while, Soap finds himself in his first romance movie, imagining his bodyguard in the place of his supposed love interest.
Ghost doesn't give attention to most soldiers on his base, and especially not to one Soap MacTavish. The Scottish Sergeant is the most unserious, annoying bastard he ever had the misfortune of knowing. His view of him changes when they're assigned on a mission together, and Ghost witnesses just how skilled Soap really is. Over time, he finds out why Soap keeps on a mask of a bumbling idiot, and digs deeper into the strange behavior of his superiors. Namely, how they seem to almost sabotage Soap every step of the way.
Ghost and Gaz are sent on a mission in the Russian tundras, to salvage intel from an abandoned prison complex. Only, they soon find it's not abandoned at all - a single man is locked behind bars, surrounded by dozens of guards. After rescuing him, the 141 soon discovers he suffers from amnesia, and only remembers his callsign, Soap. As foreign forces continue to attempt to kidnap Soap back, and as his memory comes back, John MacTavish comes to a horrifying conclusion: he betrayed his old squad, and his capture was not accidental. His original mission? Infiltrate the 141, and bring it down.
Simon Riley, owner and butcher at his own small shop, suspiciously eyes the man that has been hanging around his shop for the last 15 minutes. He's going to kick him out if he doesn't buy anything, and he tells the man so, but the fear he recognizes in his eyes stalls him. Ghost catches a flash of a camera outside the window, and the man tells him he's actually hiding from 'them'. Ghost, built as he is, simply goes and scares them away. The man inside brightens, and introduces himself as John. From that day on, John comes back, bringing tea and breakfast at the early opening hours. Ghost finds it a little weird, but the company becomes comforting soon enough. Once, he let it slip to John that the shop isn't doing too well, and the very next day a slew of costumers arrived at his doorstep, muttering excitedly about a "Soap MacTavish". It's only when his old mates Price and Gaz come by the shop, that Ghost discovers his friend "John" is no other than the famous actor nicknamed "Soap". Simon doesn't understand the shock on Price and Gaz's face even after the name is revealed, and Soap loves him all the more for it.
Soap MacTavish is the kind of menace that will kiss you so sweetly, whisper the most endearing sonnets of your beauty into your ear all while his thumb ravages your clit and finger fucks you like the man whore that he is.
˚₊‧ 18+ content // minors and ageless blogs dni ‧₊˚
Simon “Ghost" “Munch” Riley who unashamedly moans and grunts into your pussy while eating you out. Poor man can’t help it when those noises escape from his mouth. Your cunt just tastes so sweet, he swears it’s better than his favorite meal. The feeling of your silky, warm walls clenching around his fingers is nearly enough to send him over the edge. As if acting on an instinct, Simon grinds his broad hips into the mattress, desperate to feel any type of stimulation against his cock. Husky moans travel up from his throat, the vibrations providing even more stimulation to your already sensitive clit.
“Si-Simon!” your needy whines fill the air in your bedroom as your hips involuntarily buck up into Simon’s mouth. His hands firmly grip your hips, holding you in place while he laps relentlessly at your bud.
“Gonna cum… Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” you cry out as the movements of his tongue send you careening over the edge and pure euphoria floods your veins. Your nearly pornographic moans are too much for Simon to handle and he moans against your cunt as thick ropes of semen shoot from his cock and soak his boxers.
When Simon finally gets up from in between your thighs, his face is bright red. Your eyes scan down his body and eventually land on the wet spot darkening the front of his boxers. You sit up and take hold of his muscular shoulders, gently pushing him back against the mattress.
“What’re you doin’, lovie?” Simon asks, his voice still strained from his previous climax. You peel off his ruined boxers and position yourself in between his legs. A gruff moan escapes his throat as you take his still hard cock into your mouth. Your tongue drags along the veiny underside of his shaft, licking up his bitter seed.
“I’m helping you clean up, Si,” you whisper before taking his sticky cock in your mouth once more. Simon’s head hits the pillows as his eyes roll back into his skull and he sighs out in pleasure, knowing that in a few short minutes he’ll be making a mess of your mouth once again.
This is but a seed of an imagine, because I haven't slept in 20 hours and my brain is fried. Should I go back to particular men and Divulge on it later?
So. How do they ask you to Do The Do?
Captain Price: With a tilt of his head, a smile softening those hard blue eyes and his low voice at its purriest. That's his special tone that he only uses with you, his girlfriend - or (for some reason) with his mortal enemies. "Come 'ere, girl."
Gaz: Like a regular guy would. "Do you wanna...you know?" Cue some adorable eyebrow wiggling.
Soap McTavish: With a bone crushing hug which quickly turns into him fondling you. Then comes a deep sigh into the crook of your neck. "Awh, lass, my cock is homesick."
Ghost: He's not a romantic. You'll either get a simple "Get over 'ere" or an even less affectionate "Drop them knickers, sweetheart."
König: This lad is a wee bit unstable. He has two modes when it comes to this, actually. It's either pouncing you like a jaguar, panting and growling German obscenities under his breath - or it happens mid-kiss, those downturned grey eyes big, shy and pleading.
"Do you want to make love?"
You're not sure which approach melts you faster.
Philip Graves: He's a cheeky bastard in all areas of his life and this one isn't an exception. You'll probably get a bouquet of roses, a grin and a wink. "So here's how it's gonna be, princess. You go put those flowers in a jar and then you come back here pronto, 'cause I need to put you on my cock."
a/n: more delicious graves for y’all because I personally believe he’s a 5’9 brat who should be my husband instead
minors DNI
"Fuck! Darling that's too damn big, you’re splitting me open every damn chance you get" graves whined as he felt you pull down his boxers for what must been the fifteenth time today. But he was on holiday break, and you had missed him while was gone on missions.
"You’re only half way on, graves" you hum as you thrust into him with ease, your previous rounds making the slide in very easy. His aching member laying against the kitchen table where he was making cookies till you interrupted.
"Please, please darlin" the words fell out of his pretty lips like a praise more then a title, his eyes shut tight and his hips desperately trying to match your fast thrusts as you bucked into him
"Oh god! Love, slow down!" he cried as he felt the burning sensation of cumming dry from the hours you two had spent, bending him over every surface in the house until his gummy walls were carved in the shape of your length. His vision cloudy and his breath uneven as his grip slipped from the table an onto your shoulders as you bullied his prostate and over-sensitive nerves.
graves had teased you about his Christmas gift last night being himself, and god did you take it seriously. He could feel the lingering burns of your hickeys and kisses along every inch of his skin and his hole fluttering around you oh so prettily. You were addicted to even the sight of his pretty hips flush against yours.
His jaw went slack and fell open, pretty moans and whimpers and broken begs falling out loud enough the neighbors could probably hear. Not that he minded, of course. The frosting he had made for the cookies now stained on his shirt which used to be yours. Maybe he wouldn’t come home next Christmas just to be a brat. And just to know you’d do even worse then. You’d probably pull you by the scruff of his neck from his base in front of his men and drag him home like the good husband you are
Soap sees one of those candles that turn into lotion/skin oil when melted and thinks about Ghost’s scars that he doesn’t take care of and goes “Yeah this will be a good idea”.
He orders the candle, burns it a little, and plans to explain to Ghost what it is but the moment he explains you drip the melted wax on your skin Ghost gets… weirdly excited? Soap doesn’t have a chance to explain how the melted wax is good for your skin before Ghost is asking how Soap knew he was into that while removing his shirt.
Soap, realizing his position here, decides that it would be better if he dripped it on Ghost anyway. Just to make sure everything was covered of course.
He could not have predicted how reactive Ghost would be. His scarring didn’t have much feeling when it came to things like pressure and texture, but apparently they were extra sensitive to heat and Soap had never seen Ghost flush the way he did when he straddled him and gently tipped the candle holder.
Ghost had grabbed the headboard and bit his lip, clearly in bliss. He looked a tad confused when Soap rubbed the oil into his skin but once he realized it wasn’t exactly hurting him, let it go and focused back on everything.
Soap was more than surprised by just how much faith Ghost had in him to trust him so easily.
Once they were done, several little deaths later and half a candle gone, Soap explained why he actually got it.
Ghost didn’t bother to feel embarrassed over assuming. “Did you have fun?”
“I’m ordering more candles right now.”
Ghost did feel embarrassed over the fact the lotion worked. His skin had never felt softer and his scars had never looked less red. If he had known it was that easy to take care of them, it would’ve changed nothing because he hated looking at them. But now Soap could do it.
cw: poly relationships, fluff & smut, arguments, not canon, gn! reader, threesomes, shibari, c♡ckwarming, overstimulation, toys, some dom/sub dynamics, I have been thinking of them
you're the one who ropes in one of the boys regardless of who you start your relationship with. Krueger understands you may need company when he's away (running from the law), and König just likes seeing you happy. if adding a 3rd makes you happy, sign him up
krueger really thought you were pulling him in just for the sex, but when you offered for him to stay and cuddle, it dawns on him that you're inserting him into your relationship. pretty hesitant at first, but who could deny you cuddling up into his chest with könig fawning over your sex-flushed face.
König is often very wrong in the way he uses words phrases in your language. you can't blame him. English is his 2nd language, but you and Krueger both get a kick out of it. (thank you @dog55teeth for this idea lol)
"this food is very- how do they say it? Sebastian, how do they-"
"Im not helping you."
"-very yas!"
"König.."
they will accidentally wake you up arguments in Austrian at least once a week. it can range to anything from the flavor of creamer in the fridge to them arguing about waking you up
defending your honor to death and then beyond the grave. no one will speak poorly of you lest they be on the other end of Austrian giants with bad attitudes.
"Talk to them right, or you will be talking to me instead."
Krueger is a bit more aggressive than König is about it. he's ready to literally break a spine, and König is willing to talk out some issues.. and then break a spine.
König takes on the role of being the cooker of the thruple. he's good at it, great even! so much so that even Krueger goes out of his way to praise him with a firm slap on the ass and a compliment to the chef.
you have a generally loud home, but not in a way thats uncomfortable. there's always something on the TV, a conversation happening, pots and pans rustling in the kitchen. it's a lived in a loved in home
lots of mix match furniture and decor. the boys let you decorate for the most part, but if they find something they like they'll bring it home.
könig bought an expensive sofa set, Krueger comes home with lots of different knick knacks to put around. könig buys new sheets, and Krueger has his heaviest handmade quilt.
könig sleeps like a rock, however does snore. but he finds a position and sticks to it all night, usually on his back with you tucked into his side. there are times he's got you caged in his giant arms, engulfing you and you're stuck until he decides to wake up.
krueger is a mover in his sleep and is often banished to the edge of the other side of the bed. however he is quiet. for all his thrashing he's a silent sleeper aside from his breathing. rolls and twitches that will sometimes result in a stray hand to the face or a leg thrown over your bodies.
Krueger has many more scars than König. I mean, sometimes he's literally running around without shirts on- he appreciates you tending to his wounds whilst scolding his negligence. even König will get in some finger wagging at his partner.
"you have more than just yourself to think of, now."
both of them are surprisingly gentle with their day to day handling of you. they never grab too hard or do any serious rough housing that may end up getting you hurt. their good morning kisses are always soft, even if they're in the middle of arguing.
nsfw
though you will find their handling gets rougher when they're in bed with you. it's usually aimed not at you, but at their "competition"
both of them have terrible dry humping kinks. their hard cocks strain their cargo pants, pushing hard on your face.
they always start with a good warm-up, tho. both of them have found they have a vague.. stretching kink? both of them love to help you stretch your legs and decompress your back before fucking you into the nearest surface. konig guides your legs while krueger holds them in a stretch. this leaves them good space to kiss places of you that usually go unkissed like the backs of your knees
könig is all energy, using all the muscle in his body to get you limp and 5 orgasms deep. he's so full nelson coded- leaving you locked and immobile in his massive arms. you can see why you need all the stretching
krueger is more power than pace. very much a pile driver kind of guy. with some of your blood rushing to your head from the position, his cock feels even better
(@konig-is-bbygrl) gave me the idea of König being into a little shibari, especially when combined with sensory play.
will use it as a form of "punishment" punishment being bounding you and Krueger together, chest to chest with Krueger still buried deep in your walls 💔 your both subject to König's touching or complete disregard.. stuck cockwarming a steadily more irritable Austrian. he'll sometimes strap a vibrator to the base of krueger overstimulating you both
Krueger gets his revenge when König is "too rough" with you. holds the man by the back of his neck, pinning him on his stomach to sloppily lap up globs of cum from your skin.
their cocks stretch your to your limit every time and they can't get enough. in fact, they want more. ;(
