#soapnik

[laswells-ashtray]

"You run your mouth a lot."

It's not a criticism. If anything, Nikolai is amused as he offers Johnny a pointed look. In all fairness to the pilot, the Scot has only taken his eyes off the man's tits to give him lip throughout the night.

"Aye, an a could suck a golf ball through a hose pipe. This mouth hus many talents."

Nikolai doesn't choke on his drink like many would, in fact, he's calm as he drains his glass. He's the picture of nonchalance, standing from the table and pulling Johnny away by the scruff of his neck like he's merely an unruly kitten.

The best the sergeant can offer him is a vaguely questioning hum.

"You're going to put your money where your mouth is and give the captain a show."

Johnny concludes that he's lived a fulfilling life, there are worse ways to die than with a big, burly Russian's cock half way down his throat.

[ghostlysoaps]

cw: sexual content, Johnny is in way over his head

Soap, who, rather persistently pursues Nikolai and some months in the pilot finally caves. Johnny is over the moon. He's been dreaming, and drooling, about the massive weapon Nikolai is slinging around since he first caught glimpse of it.

Imagine his surprise when he arrives at Nikolai's door, wet and loose and eager, only for Nikolai to tell him: "Well, then. Let's see if you fuck better than your Captain, yes?" as he spreads his legs.

And Johnny tries. Really, he does. He crawls between Nikolai's thighs to worship. Mouthing at his prick, down towards his balls and taint. Lapping at his scent and sweat like a dog. He opens him up on his tongue, then his fingers, taking Nikolai’s cock in his mouth again when there's no longer room to feast between his fingers. Soap is enthusiastic and attentive, chasing praise as much as he chases his orgasm, but his stamina is notably lacking when compared to Nik's.

He's on the cusp from the second he's hilted inside. Shivering without a moment's reprieve since Nikolai hooks his heels into the small of his back and forces him deeper the instant Johnny stills to ground himself – clenching down as he rolls his hips with what leverage he's got.

Nikolai's mouth is quirked in a small smile. His half-lidded eyes refusing to budge from the snare he'd caught Johnny’s in; going so far as to wrench Johnny’s head up by his hair when he tries to bury it in Nik's shoulder. He moans when Johnny hikes one of his legs up higher, lashes fluttering, and Soap gets one fleeting moment of hope before Nikolai chuckles. A bit mean, and a whole lot condescending when he drags Johnny closer, breath hot against the shell of his ear as he whispers: "Should I call him here? So he can show you how it is supposed to be done?"

The humiliation shouldn't set him off but he comes the moment the words register. He keeps going, keeps fucking into the wet hole sucking at his length until his cock grows soft, until he's trembling with overstimulation and there's tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. That's when Nikolai guides him down onto the sheets, shushing his stuttering sobs as he kisses the salt from his cheeks, hand working leisurely over his cock.

The next morning, there's a glass of water on the bedside table and a text from an unknown number with an address, date and time.

If you are interested in a lesson.

[s0fter-sin]

johnny never expected he’d be the type to know firsthand what a high feels like

he certainly never expected to feel it for the first time with nik

“what will it do to me?” he makes himself ask. like he hadn’t committed to this the second nik tipped out the bottle

nik runs a heavy thumb over his bottom lip, tugging it down just enough for his lips to part. just enough for his mouth to loosen

“it will make it all better,” he promises

johnny drags his eyes away from the bottle and meets nik’s heady gaze. his fingers brush over his chin, catching in the grit of his beard and making him shiver. if it’ll make this feel even better, even more…

he lets his tongue fall from his mouth, shining with saliva, and nik’s eyes shine

he delicately places the pills on his tongue and johnny can just taste the salt of his skin around them before he’s nudging his mouth shut, holding him in place to keep eye contact as he slowly swallows

johnny can feel every bead of sweat on his skin. every whorl of nik’s fingerprints, his touch slow, lingering; molten, leaving fire and goosebumps in his wake. he’s so hot, like the sun’s risen under his skin to scorch him from the inside out and everything’s so close; his breath tangling with nik’s to pull them even closer together. as if he could possibly escape his orbit; being caught in his arms, being engulfed in him, is the only thing that makes sense

he fades out for minutes at a time and comes back to nik touching him somewhere new; eyes rolling in sharp, blinding pleasure, every caress and pass of his tongue amplified in his addled mind. his own moans and whimpers are liquid, falling from his lips and sticking to his skin and hair for nik to brush away

it’s all so slow and so hot; he can barely track what’s happening. all he knows is he feels good and nik’s got him

the breach of his cock hollows him out and fills an aching emptiness inside him all at once; he feels whole for the first time he can remember and tears join the sweat on his skin that nik doesn’t even hesitate to kiss away

“beautiful boy,” he whispers, cradling him even closer to his chest and johnny feels the words like smoke on his tongue; thick and intoxicating and sinking into his very being, filling up the spaces between spaces that left him so lacerated and empty

he thinks he might be shaking

he doesn’t care

“nik,” johnny slurs, all heavy hands and clumsy fingers clinging to nik’s back

“my boy,” nik growls and his arms tighten around him; like he could pluck him from the fog and gather him under his skin, his own sun to burn him up from within. he could; could keep melting into nothing, nik’s hands the only thing giving him form, his cock the only thing holding him together-

“fuck!” johnny drags out, the heat eclipsing him, setting his blood to boil and his skin to shimmer and break apart. his cock’s wet, his skin’s wet, everything’s so slick and hot and he just wants more

he thinks he whines under nik’s lips; chasing some kind of trail down his cheek, his throat, places he can’t name anymore for the thick down filling his brain

“you make me starved,” he groans into his skin, licking down the space between his pecs

johnny tries to speak, tries to make sense of how his tongue fits in his mouth, tries to beg for the sun to explode and consume them if it means he can stay in nik’s arms

“m… more.”

[bone-trash]

Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, John "Soap" MacTavish/Nikolai Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Simon "Ghost" Riley's Family, Original Characters Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Simon "Ghost" Riley Loves John "Soap" MacTavish, John "Soap" MacTavish Has an Accent, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Panic Attacks, Childhood Trauma, Tommy Riley Lives (Call of Duty), Simon "Ghost" Riley is Bad at Communicating, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick & John "Soap" MacTavish Friendship, POV Alternating, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, simon gets triggered and cant talk about it, Established Relationship, Kind Of, boyfriends in all but name, Requited Love, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, except simons parents but theyre long dead, Tags May Change, Simon "Ghost" Riley submits to the horrifying ordeal of being known, Author Attempts Writing John "Soap" MacTavish's Scottish Accent, Emotional Baggage, Drunken Shenanigans, John "Soap" MacTavish is a Menace, Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kind of a character study, basically these boys wont leave me alone, Misunderstandings, Simon "Ghost" Riley Needs a Hug, Past Child Abuse, Substance Abuse, Flashbacks, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has Issues, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has Panic Attacks, Car Accidents, mentioned non graphic, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, author was vague on purpose, Drunkenness, Drunken Flirting, John "Soap" MacTavish Backstory, Simon "Ghost" Riley Backstory, Top Nikolai (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare), Gay Bar, Age Difference, nikolai is not a great dude, sorry its for story reasons, author has nothing against nikolai, Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty Series: Part 2 of After Midnight Summary:

So Soap was sitting at the bar downing shots and trying to avoid texting his 'not boyfriend' who had elected skip coming out with them tonight and also not explained why. Soap guessed he shouldn’t have been surprised. As much as Simon seemed to be a night owl, it’s how they’d met after all, he didn’t go out much. He hated to think it but he wondered, not for the first time, if the masked man was hiding something.

Soap and Gaz go out drinking and Simon shuts down, Johnny has to find out whats going on with his emotionally constipated love and Simon might have to let someone in for once

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THE WAIT IS OVER (but the fic isnt theres still a couple chapters to go but i SOOOOO hope yall like it!)

[on-a-lucky-tide]

as the undisputed king of nik ships, i wanted to present my niksoap, much the way a house cat presents a leaf they hunted to their owner thinking they’ve delivered a mighty feast (i don’t know if you’ve done something with/like niksoap but their dynamic is very unique to me and i want to know what other people think lmao)

https://www.tumblr.com/s0fter-sin/772589026386558976/the-thing-about-niksoap-that-draws-me-in-so-much

T, I had to wait until I was home to read this. OMFG.

nik is slow, inevitable; he’s like an iceberg, enduring everything in his wake and just waiting for it to submit

Nik with all the indomitable majesty of a force of nature. There's no resisting him. Hng. Yes yes yes.

soap is energetic, impatient for his pleasure; he will brat and push and spit until his partner breaks and he gets his way. until he proves that he’s too much for them

And Soap who is an insufferable brat because that lets him control the narrative, but all his bluster, bleating and thrashing is nothing but a stiff breeze against a mountainside when it comes to Nik. And the bit about Nik's smile? Fuuuh-ck.

I love everything about this. Everything. 141!sexual Nik is such a delicious concept, and he fucks/loves them all in different ways (the exact way they need).

[laswells-ashtray]

Johnny can hear them laughing as he walks away, he can hear the teasing remarks about his embarrassment as he heads to the smoking area.

It's easier to let them believe his ego took a hit and that he's walking off with a flushed face due to humiliation than ever admit the truth.

The only reason he dared to challenge Nikolai to an arm wrestle was because he's tipsy and was gagging to see the Russian's biceps bulge. He lost, very easily but watching the sleeve of Nikolai's shirt stretch around his arm was worth it.

The look on Nikolai's face was utterly nonchalant, like the man wasn't bothered even as he flexed just to put the rest of them to shame.

So, he'll wait outside and smoke off his stiffy before he returns to the table. Then, he'll go home and wank until his hand cramps at the memory of the pilot squeezing his hand in a death grip.