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Any alpha on base would love nothing more than to knock the hot-headed, pyromaniac, pretty-boy John ‘Soap’ MacTavish down a peg, reduce him into a heat-drunk whining and begging mess, stretched full and filled to the brim because he begged for it.
Not if his Lieutenant has anything to fucking say about it.
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- Part 2 of Prompted One-Shots
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Praying to the Gods of Porcelain by dopaminedepriveddoormat
Fandom Call of Duty (Video Games)
12 Nov 2025
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Bookmarked by noahwithnothingbettertodo
22 Jun 2026
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“Anyone catching your fancy?”
Simon let his eyes roam the pit again. On the far side, against the cold slab of concrete wall, two figures lingered in conversation. One scrolled his phone between glances, a cropped black tee hugging his frame, muscles shifting beneath warm brown skin each time he readjusted his stance. Attractive, sure - but it was the other one that made Simon’s pulse tick up.
He was tall, maybe six foot, six-one at most. Still shorter than Simon’s six-four, which only made it better. Pale skin flushed from heat, a shadow of stubble darkening his cheeks, and a mohawk that somehow suited him perfectly. In one hand he nursed a cup of something dark, wrist catching the strobe lights with the flash of a silver bracelet. His shirt clung indecently, fishnet panels giving teasing glimpses of his torso. Black jeans framed his legs - frustratingly opaque - until Simon caught the faint gleam of metal at his chest. Silver. Pierced nipples.
“Christ,” Simon muttered, pointing him out to Price. “Dunno how I didn’t notice him until now.”
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"Wanna be your pet. Wanna crawl for it. Wanna earn it.”
He’s still kneeling, lips slick with spit and Ghost’s taste, chest heaving, eyes blown wide and glassy. He looks wrecked—and Ghost’s barely even touched him yet.
Ghost cups the back of his head, thumb brushing over the soft mohawk. “Good fuckin’ mutt,” he mutters, soaked in praise and threat alike.
A long, low whistle cuts through the moment.
“Well, aren’t you two quite the sight…”
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Or, drunk flirting leads to Soap becoming a begging, obedient, mess for his L.T.
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Bookmarked by noahwithnothingbettertodo
21 Jun 2026
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Love is you- The Love Series by Desperate_writer_Frizz
Fandom Call of Duty (Video Games)
06 Feb 2026
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My own little Call of Duty universe where I get to make the little blorbos to my liking (and make them have sex, repeatedly)
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Bookmarked by noahwithnothingbettertodo
18 Jun 2026