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mainly cod but I dabble in other fandoms (18+)

[valiants]

Hmm I think because their lives are so inundated with safewords already (sitreps, callouts) it'd feel redundant to have a specific one between them (also I think they are DEEPLY freaks who WOULD go without)

I do think they would check in on each other in their own ways, doting and concerned...🥺

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I can't imagine Soap ever ANNOYS Ghost, but I bet he can get under Ghost's skin a bit as they get more comfortable - a feat achievable by a scant few in his life, surely...

[milkyhoneybee]

Pussy portal is good

but consider also: bra shaped portals for people to suck your tits on demand and out of your control

Either two separate portals so different people each can access one tit at a time, or they connect as a larger portal so they can use both

Trying to concentrate in a meeting while someone swirls their tongue around your nipples, maybe you're hooked up to an industrial strength milker, or someone is clearly fucking your tits, and you're just trying to stay still and quiet and not moan

[konigswaifu]

Simon Riley who's so enraptured when fucking you that he completely blocks out anything else. It's an entire ordeal, a hyper fixation on both your pleasure and his. Doesn't matter if it's fingers, mouth or cock, his focus is honed in, even if you call his name.

"S-Si–" "–Busy, luv."

Vs

Johnny MacTavish who's got his cock stuffed so deep in your throat that you're struggling to not gag - but he doesn't notice. His attention was drawn elsewhere when he noticed the necklace you wore and he rambled about the significance of specific types of metals in jewelry until you finally slap his thigh, bringing his focus back to you.

"Och, sorry hen, got carried away again."

[rawme-price]

Inspired by [this] lovely post by @on-a-lucky-tide

Thinking about ghost who, since you moved in together, has always had a preferred side of the bed.

He doesn't like sleeping next to the wall, as you've come to learn. The fist few nights he would grumble and push you further onto the bed before snuggling up to your back with a "my spot now, love. Comes with the relationship."

Not that you mind, of course. You like how it almost feels like he envelops you, tucked between the wall and simon.

It's not until you two stay at a hotel this unofficial rule you've decided ghost lives by is brought into question.

You don't think much of the bed being in the center of the space, it's a standard layout. So you pick a side arbitrarily, exhausted and wanted to pass out. Only to peek your eye's open to ghost looming over you, frowning "yer in the wrong spot. I go there."

Which....makes no sense. There's no wall, no nice space to hide in. The thought ghost had a designated place without the presence of a wall makes you question the entire rule itself!

Every place after that, you start taking greater note, until it huts you.

Ghost always sleeps on the side closest to the door.

In fact....ghost is always closest to the door. Manhandling you into a different seat at restaurants, or climbing over you on the sofa to claim "his spot".

A physical barrier between you and the entrance.

Ghost has been protecting you this whole time without you even realizing. He's been enveloping you in his form of safety. If someone were to enter with bad intentions, they'd reach him before you.

Ghost huffs in confusion when you cuddle him much tighter than usual that night, but indulges either way. He's just happy to keep one of the few good things in his life safe.

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just none of the task force 141 guys having anything close to a decent fridge setup.

Price is possibly the only decent one, his fridge looks about what you'd expect from a man who commits war crimes. A pitcher of water on the top shelf, various raw ingredients. By all means one could think he's normal...if they ignore the obscene amount of cheese sticks in the bottom drawer, or the fact the only seasoning he owns is salt, pepper, and Italian seasoning.

Soap, somehow, places second. His fridge seems to be full of energy drinks, beer, and exclusively leftovers in various Tupperware containers. Nothing is labeled and half the time he has no clue what something is before he opens it for the "sniff test". His solution to food tasting a bit odd is to douse it with whatever seasoning or sauce he he can find, oftentimes ghost pepper hot sauce.

Gaz is where some people get confused, he seems so put-together outwardly, and some would look at him and picture a fridge of fresh meats and produce. The reality isn't...too far off. A giant bag of spinach, a bulk bag of mozzarella cheese, various lunch meats. Ignore the pills filled with spinach powder in a loose bag, thats his midnight snack. Also ignore the single ginger root with a bite out of it.

Ghost....doesn't have a fridge?? No, seriously, his apartment has zero fridge. He lives purely off of room-temp food or driving three hours to break into kyle or soaps homes to scavenge from their fridges.

[softaestluv]

Can’t stop thinking about Simon Riley who doesn’t know what the hell to do with himself when you leave for a week for your friends' bachelorette trip.

He’s used to being away from you. It’s his job. So, he tells you not to worry when you kiss him goodbye on your tippy toes, four days is nothing compared to the months he’s been away.

He grossly underestimated how different it’d be when you were the one gone.

The first day he’s fine, does mundane tasks around the house to distract himself. Mows the lawn, fixes that part of the fence you’ve been asking him too for weeks.

The second, he goes to the pub with Johnny, drinks one too many beers to fill a sudden void, and stumbles home to a terribly empty and cold bed.

The third day feels heavy, like there’s a mass weighing on his chest and making it hard to focus on anything other than you. The phone call he makes isn’t any better.

“Miss you.”

He says it first, quiet and uncertain. The giggle that follows makes his heart tighten.

“Miss you too, Si.”

You whisper it, so soft, and so fucking sweet he wonders how he ever left you to begin with. Hearing your voice should settle him, but it only makes his chest heavier. You should be there with him, sat in his lap, and pressing those words into his skin.

Day four he’s staring at pictures of you in his wallet and brushing his thumb over your face like he’s on deployment. Like it’s been months since he’s seen you and not four bloody days.

He doesn’t sleep that night when all he tastes is guilt. When this is how you must feel when he’s gone. A bed too big for one person, one pair of shoes at the door when there should be two, indents in the couch that aren’t filled.

It’s the first time he genuinely considers leaving the SAS.

[noodle-artist]

I don’t know how anyone at activision could have looked at this man-

THIS MAN-

John Soap MacTavish-

And thought

“hmmm let’s kill him off”

[fludderpy]

Me hand slipped and I drew a part 2………..

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(Full version here 😈)

[lukasaurusart]

some viking soap sketches for designs for my viking ghoap au. I'm trying to keep a kilt in the design

[lazer-t]

A pigeon crosses your dash

[codthrow]

my reaction to the mw4 trailer.......

where's gaz???

[groovyangelkisses]

pope who’s being picked on by his brothers in the kitchen one saturday afternoon. pope, being the older brother, and just quietly taking their jokes about his awkwardness and ability to pull a sweet girl like you. pope cleaning the kitchen island, jaw clenched as craig and deran poke fun at him constantly trailing you like a dog.

you, seeing this from the outside patio and feeling brave. you, sauntering into the house with your little bikini and owala bottle, bouncing over to pope with a loud “hi daddy!” you smiling up at him as you lightly pull on the strings of your bikini bottoms, knowing craig and deran have stopped talking. you gazing up at pope with that lusty, stereotypically porn look that he loves so much, “you gonna take care of me now? waited long enough…” you gauging his reaction, the deep swallow and way he places the rag he was using in the sink, before grabning your hand and pulling you into his bedroom.

you giggling and moaning louder than usual, proud “andrew! oh my god, andyyyyyy!!!” reaching the other cody’s ears in the living room <3

[chickenbunnn]

Fanta Ghost!!

(since I finally got my hands on a bottle...)

[xtstel]

soap get away from that evil red background

[vividxpages]

how he'd look at you when the waiter comes with the bill and you reach for your purse

[dragonnarrative-writes]

It's not that Kyle is nervous, per se. It's just that Simon is... big. He's got the kind of body that means he can sleep with whoever he wants, just about however he wants it. And it wouldn't be the first time a hook up looks at Kyle's setup and decides he can't bottom for a man slinging silicone.

But Simon just licks his lips, eyes locked on Kyle's cock like he doesn't even see the harness and dong on the bed. Then meets Kyle's eyes from under heavy brows. "C'n I 'ave a taste, sir?"

"Oh, fuck," Kyle groans. His fingers squeeze the back of Simon's neck, and he bites back another swear when the big man whimpers. "Yeah, baby, you can. Gonna be a good boy and suck them both?"

"Please," Simon whines against his mouth. "Please, Kyle, please let me."

[silverlullabies]

spent a whole hour and a half writing a theological think piece arguing that I’m pretty sure god cursed men in the Garden of Eden to resent women because He was afraid that if men kept listening to women, they would gain more than just knowledge and was afraid of what humans would gain from listening to women, before remembering I’m a fandom smut blog lol