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happy Saint David鈥檚 day!! Patron Saint of wales and a nice dude :)
I visited my mom this week and she made corned beef and cabbage last night, as well as a welsh breakfast, lunch and dinner today. Honestly the best day of the year for someone who loves to eat like me (fast metabolism is a curse)
-馃彺鬆仹鬆仮鬆伔鬆伂鬆伋鬆伩 anon (I think I was this anon? I haven鈥檛 stopped by in a while)
happy St David's from yesterday!!! i think i need to visit your mam for next year's celebrations 馃檹馃檹
#sorry im a day late rhskheuahd#hope u all had a lovely st david's yesterday 馃彺鬆仹鬆仮鬆伔鬆伂鬆伋鬆伩馃彺鬆仹鬆仮鬆伔鬆伂鬆伋鬆伩馃彺鬆仹鬆仮鬆伔鬆伂鬆伋鬆伩#iceman soup answers#saint david
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FELLOW ACE!! Could I get some physical (but non-sexual) intimacy w/ Ghost? Thanks :D
YES OF COURSEEE ENJOY!!!!
masc!reader x ghost
Sometimes all anyone needs is a good nap, no matter how much they deny it or huff or grumble or say they've got "more important stuff to do". Sometimes it's necessary to drag them away from their endless tasks that they really don't have to worry about right now anyway, when instead they could be sprawled across their partner and forced to just rest.
Which is exactly how you have Ghost now. Sure, he'd resisted and complained and tried to dart back off to his office, but the moment you shut the door to your room, clicking the lock in place, he was entirely compliant in letting you step him out of his boots, slide the t-shirt over his head and swap out his work trousers for much more comfy joggers. He still huffed and rolled his eyes, yet when you started changing yourself he was quick to drop your shirt to the floor, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his nose into your neck.
"C'mere, love," you murmur, kissing the shell of his ear and guiding him to lie down on the bed, his tired frame blanketing over yours, grunting as he gets comfortable. He starts to get all whiny, grumbling incoherently and rubbing his masked face on your bare shoulder until you hold him still and gently ease away his balaclava, putting it - still in reach - on the bedside table. He meets your lips in a soft kiss, then pecks them around your face, targeting first the cheeks, then nose, then eyelids. It makes you laugh and he loves the sound; loves the feel as your chest rumbles against his, your hands holding his waist and his in your hair and over your heart. He settles down and his fingertips carry the bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum from your body to his.
You ask him about his day, a question anyone could present, but rarely will he answer properly like he does with you. Scarred lips curl into a tiny smile as he recounts each detail, talking quietly so that nobody could listen in if they tried. If you commented on that, he'd say it wouldn't matter anyway; there was no importance in rambling about the "incompetence of some recruits" (as he so elegantly put it). And of course, you would be inclined to disagree; hearing him go on and on about something as mundane as how had his day been - that was the favourite part of your own day, as you trace invisible patterns into his skin, running a finger over the ridges of his spine and feeling him just melt into you.
#my brain is half dead so sorry if it's not ended roundly lol#thank you for the request!!!#simon ghost riley#cod fluff#ghost x reader#cod men x male reader#simon ghost riley x reader#x masc reader#ghost x male reader#x male reader#cod x male reader#ghost x you#simon ghost riley x you
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Idk if your requests are open but would you be willing to write Ghost x FtM! reader who鈥檚 on testosterone and has bottom growth, please?
they are open thank you lots for the request!! and YES i would LOVE to
ftm reader x top!ghost
You'd been on testosterone a while now, but a big fuck you if you thought that was gonna make your little cock any less sensitive - in more ways than one. It had its moments, being fussy and sore and painful; in which times you'd go to Simon's office or bedroom (or drag him away from anywhere he was, really), whinging and complaining until he gave up whatever he was doing previously just to soothe and pay attention to you.
Sometimes, this was just sitting on his lap, maybe with an ice pack pressed to the area over your trousers to help numb some of the pain. He'd trace patterns into your thighs, murmuring praise and sweet words of affection as you grumble about how "it hurts, Si," and he'd compliment his pretty boy for being so good with it regardless.
Other times, you would pull him into a kiss the moment you had him alone, whining into his mouth and grinding desperately against his thigh, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you paw at his belt. He guides you to wherever the closest surface is, dipping his nose between your thighs once you're comfy. "This okay, love?" he'll check in before peeling away your boxers when you nod, humming contentedly as his mouth attaches around your dick and you groan quietly in appreciation.
"So fuckin' handsome," he likes to almost growl against your cunt, nose smushed against your tummy as he laps at it like he's dehydrated, jaw aching and your hands in his hair.
His eyes flick up to watch as your back arches when he pushes a finger into your hole, quickly adding a second and pumping them in and out to make you moan and your grip tighter, tugging his head closer and bucking up your hips to his mouth. Simon grunts and uses his other hand to push you back down to the bed, holding you there as you squirm and whine and cum, switching between sucking on your cock and cleaning your own mess up with his tongue.
"Good boy," he mumbles, taking his fingers out carefully so as to not hurt you and coming up to kiss you gently on the neck. Afterwards, he'll gather you into his arms, littering your face with kisses as he dresses you again, cradling you on his lap as he praises you and asks if it feels a little better now. Sure, it doesn't always fix things, but the head was fun regardless.
#IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING#i've been FUCKED with writing so#anyway#thank you for the ask!!#cod men x male reader#simon ghost riley#cw smut#x male reader#cod smut#x ftm reader#ghost x ftm reader#ghost x male reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#ftm reader#transgender
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hrng... soup
i wanna make a CoD charecter (IDC who as long as U dont mind) get invested in mah music n just... hrng... cause Sabaton...
YES i think soap would fixated on Sabaton HARD and like. he hears them once then that's all he listens to for like 2 months (me too fr)
he forces the others to listen to them and gaz gets into it as well, each going to the other's rooms when he's playing them too loud (good volume)
#ahwhehajsheu yes#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#sabaton#call of duty#thank you for the ask :D#john soap mactavish headcanons#kyle gaz garrick headcanons#cod headcanons#iceman soup answers
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just wanted to say hi as a fellow transmasc cod fan, i love your writing and i hope you鈥檙e doing well!! 馃珎
hello!!! thank you lots <3
i am doing great thank you!! :D i hope you're doing good too!!
#hugs hugs hugs#i love youuu thank you!!!!!!!!!!#transgender#<- hehe colourful tag#iceman soup answers#call of duty
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do you eat soup with ice in it serious question!!!
yes, on the regular
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the work song by hozier lyrics "no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her" trend but with Ghost and his mother
#no grave can hold his body down (literally)#imagine him digging himself up#and going home just to hold the bodies of his family#metaphorically if nothing else#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#call of duty#iceman soup shitpost
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hi! i wanna ask something, is it okay for someone who's afab and identify as she/her read stories involving amab x male characters? thank you!
yes that's fine! if you feel like reading gay sex then by all means read gay sex
i do ask to keep my masc!reader stuff (where reader is a guy, whether that be amab or ftm or unspecified) to be kept just for guys though :)
#i mean realistically i'm not gonna go through every note blocking fem readers#read what you want i appreciate the support either way#thank you for asking though!!#x amab reader#iceman soup answers
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Hiiiiiii I love how you write Ghost. Could I make a request for him to be as desperate and pitiful/pathetic as you can make him? Can be x reader or x Soap! Thank you!!!!!
thank you lots!! and yes of courseee
amab reader x bot!ghost
0730 is too early for this shit, yet here you both are. You, with the coffee pot in your hand with a lost intention of making yourself a cuppa, and Simon, on his fucking knees as he nudges at your clothed dick with his nose, puppy eyes as he looks up at you and whines that he needs it, please.
Tears threaten to spill his waterline as he sort of tries to grind against your ankle, hands gripping your thighs and groping your ass, practically clawing at your trousers like a kitten trying to climb up them.
You're just grateful you're in the comfort of your own home, instead of trying to navigate this horny mess of a lieutenant in some office or barrack where anyone could walk in at any moment. Although, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, giving you the chance to finally show him off like this, your sweet boy begging for your cock...
"Fuckin' give it to me," said sweet boy pleads, lips grazing the tent in your trousers, pressing tiny kisses against the fabric then dragging his tongue over it to weaken your knees and extract a quiet groan.
"Bloody- fine-" you grunt, finally putting down the coffee pot and leaning against the counter, letting him free your leaking cock, grabbing a fistful of his hair and holding his mouth to the tip. "You happy now?"
He nods (to the best of his ability, anyway) and parts his lips, taking it into his mouth and moving one hand from your thigh to wrap around the base, squeezing gently. You moan and his eyes smile, tongue lapping out to coat the underside of your cock with his spit, forcing more of you down his throat. His eyes water and with a blink, a tear falls, and he gazes up at you, lids half-closed when you push his head closer to your body.
"So needy, Simon, fuck-" you mutter, doing all you can to not buck into him and startle him. He whimpers around your cock, the vibration making your grip on his hair tighten as you hold back from cumming right then and there. You pull him off you, ignoring his small sob and ramble of complaint, looking down to see his tongue still poking out of his mouth, a string of spit and precum still linking it and your tip. "Get up."
He responds instantly, one hand still around your cock and fisting it slowly as if you wouldn't notice, and the other moving to feel your pecs, pinching a nipple slightly as he tries to lean in for a kiss. Your lips connect for a brief moment before you gently push him away, taking his waist and using another short kiss to swap your positions around so he's against the counter instead, then easing his hands away from your body and turning him to face away from you, sucking a hickey high into the back of his neck.
"You want me to fuck you, love?" you purr, pulling down his trousers and teasing his hole with your wet cock. "You did such a good job making it nice and slick, didn't you?" He nods again, little begs and yes's, bending over the countertop and desperately pushing his ass closer to you, groaning when you enter him and barely letting himself adjust before asking why you aren't moving through a needy sob.
It doesn't take long before Simon's cum is dripping down the side of the counter, your hand milking more from his dick whilst you pound into him, feeding off his moans and cries and how he's hardly even holding himself up anymore, letting you do everything for him - to him. You're quite convinced he would let you go round after round, not asking to stop even when his eyes are dry of tears and his whole body is shaking and sensitive from the overstimulation.
He's completely dicked out by the time you cum, pelvis flush against his ass, groaning through gritted teeth and your fingers automatically clenching around whatever they're holding - which draws a loud cry from Simon as you squeeze down on his softening cock, and accidentally leave nail marks on his hip.
"Shit- Si-" he turns his head to watch your face as you pull out of him, both of you groaning softly at the feeling. "So fucking pretty, so-" your eyes are fixed on the creamy mess seeping out of him, and he sobs quietly in a tired attempt to get your attention. It works, and you help him stand, kissing him tenderly and leading him to the bathroom. "Better get you cleaned up, yeah?"
"Want more." He's sitting on the bathtub, playing with your hair as you flannel him down, pressing your lips to his thighs and looking up at him in surprise when he speaks. Your eyebrows furrow a little, and you shake your head, kneeling to meet his face and apologising with a kiss to the cheek. "Why not?" Sometimes, you think, he sounds like a stroppy toddler.
"Got a full day ahead of us, sweetheart. Can't have you all tired." He scowls but accepts it, letting you redress him and yourself and following you back to the kitchen to actually eat a bit of breakfast. You're right, of course... but you best prepare for him to be absolutely insufferable today, wanting you to fuck him around every corner.
#a flannel is a washcloth btw#for those wondering#it's just what we call them in the uk#probably other places too#thank you for the request!!!#cw smut#cw blowjob#x amab reader#simon ghost riley#cod men x male reader#bottom cod men#cod smut#ghost x amab reader#ghost x gn!reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you
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Question: Would Rottweiler!hybrid!soap have heats or ruts I was just thinking about this since he's a hybrid and all and if he did have those would he have to get neutered or can he control it?
oooo i haven't actually thought about this
i would say not so much, due to his reproductive system and sex organs being human, but it's an interesting idea and i wouldn't rule it out completely
either way i love the idea of the others joking about neutering soap/him already being neutered, i imagine ghost would joke about it most like "at least i have balls" or "calm down or we'll have to chop 'em off"
#i might be temped to explore this a bit more in my writing#probably not though so if anyone else wants to feel free#tag me if anyone does i'd love to read them!!#rottweiler!hybrid!soap#john soap mactavish#iceman soup answers#soap cod
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request!
sorry if you've done this already, but what would Ghost and Soap's first leave together look like? could be sfw or nsfw, everything is up to you
yes yes yesss this is sfw because my descriptive brain took over, also autistic ghost supremacy 馃馃
ghost x soap
Simon wasn't ready to meet Johnny's family yet. Hell, they'd only been dating five or so months before deciding to stick with each other on leave, and by that point it was far too stressful and overwhelming to think about meeting a whole bunch of new people to mask around and make good impressions. Ghost needed the time off to re-regulate, and honestly, Soap wasn't up to introducing a boyfriend he had barely warned his mother about beforehand.
So instead the two taxi'd over to Manchester from the airport, arriving at a tiny, cheap flat with even cheaper security cameras dotted on each outside wall and above the front door. "Enough of a deterrent, even if half don't work," explains Simon, seeing Johnny looking around curiously. He unlocks the door and pushes it open an inch, baited breath for a couple of moments as he appears to listen for anything unusual, before opening the door properly, flicking on the warm overhead lights and pulling Soap in by the hand, who gazes at the inside of his flat whilst Ghost locks the door again.
"Dinnae take you for an interior designer, Lt," John grins, glancing at the taller man before going back to admiring the space. It's dusty, sure, but otherwise not quite as awful as expected, and although cramped, holds a feeling of comfort and rest. The two are standing in the kitchen, cupboards naked oak wood and counters hand-painted daffodil yellow, the honey-coloured floor tiles chipped but superglued back together. The image of Si sitting cross-legged on the ground fixing them fills Soap's mind, his heart fluttering at how domestic his lieutenant suddenly seems.
There isn't a wall between the kitchen and living room, and Johnny takes that opportunity to wonder straight through, taking note of a comfy-looking secondhand sofa to cuddle up on together later. An old TV with a jumble of cables is stood upon a coffee table, which simultaneously doubles as an actual coffee table, evident by a few mismatched coasters with just as many water marks as the surface they're supposed to be protecting. Splintering wood in the tried-to-be-aesthetic bare floorboards are covered by a granny rug which contrasts the baby blue walls surprisingly well. Two doors lead off from the living room, and Ghost walks over to the first one, opening it to show the other.
"Bathroom," he comments as if it isn't obvious. There's nothing extraordinary about it, but Soap does notice his unwavering loyalty here and on base to his very specific shower products - of course. He nods and they move on, entering the fourth room. Si hovers at the doorway whilst Johnny wanders inside, taking in the bedroom.
Most of the space is taken up by a double bed pressed up in the far corner, white paint on the metal frame missing in spots, showing its age. The bedding is black with little bone prints patterning it, soft cotton and all matching. Shoved next to the bed is a chest of drawers, one of the handles missing and replaced with a nail bashed into the wood. Hung up precariously on the picture rail over it is Simon's formal uniform - clearly unused for years due to his skilful avoidance of social events. Again, the floor is stripped of carpet (the bedroom in slightly safer condition than in the living room) and the walls are painted, this time a pale pink and dotted with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars.
"Never got them as a kid," Ghost mutters, gesturing to the stars and then the general soft colours of his flat. He shuffles awkwardly on his feet, avoiding eye contact - and subsequently his boyfriend's loving smile too. "You want something to eat? I don't have anything," he adds quickly.
"We can go doon to the chippy?" John suggests, walking over to kiss him tenderly. "Or if you don't feel like seein' people, I could order us something." The taller man nods at the second option, then proceeds to wrap his arms around Soap's waist, burying his face into the crook of his neck and pressing his lips to the skin, simply savouring his warm embrace.
"I love you, Johnny. I'm happy you're here."
The next few days go by far too quick for either's liking. They're spent with long mornings just laying in bed, doing fuck all on their phones in the oddest cuddle positions known; alternatively, smothering each other in hugs and kisses until they have to give them attention until they're satisfied. Time is spent plodding around the flat, wearing pyjama trousers and fluffy socks and with blankets draped over their bare shoulders.
Meals are cooked with very little skill but a whole lot of try, so at least that's something. Neither go out much; just to the shops when they need something or one night to get fish and chips from the good place across the street. They eat sitting on the countertop or the sofa, watching some shitshow with a laugh track that winds Simon up.
Evenings involve making out during conversation, quietly murmuring and laughing between kisses, chests pressed together so their hearts can talk directly. Ghost realises he's never felt so safe and content on leave before this one night when they're lying in bed, a dim lamp the only light in the room as he runs his fingers through Soap's hair, now slightly curly from growing out whilst not on base. It's quiet, but not in the lonely, terrifying way it usually is when he's alone in the flat, left to his own thoughts for however long between deployments.
Maybe, just maybe, leave will become something that he doesn't dread anymore. And perhaps next time - he thinks, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and flicking off the lamp - it might be nice to meet Johnny's family.
#thank you for the request!!!#i feel like in general their first leave together would be a little awkward#ghost wouldnt really know how he's supposed to act with a guest in his flat#but the guest is soap so everything's all good#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghoap#soapghost#ghostsoap#cod fluff#soap x ghost#ghost x soap#autistic simon ghost riley
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ftm reader (post top surgery) x top!price
Thinking of Price finger fucking you in his office: you're sat on his lap, facing him and half-leaning backwards against the edge of the desk. He's got one hand on the small of your back, holding you up, and the other down your trousers, gentle touches to your wet heat before shoving two of his thick digits in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your bare chest.
Your shirt lays crumpled on the floor next to his chair, the only piece of clothing from either of you taken off. He insists it gets in the way, but you both know he just loves to see and feel your pretty scars, kissing them and reminding you how handsome you are whilst he curls his fingers inside your cunt, only going faster when you groan or whine.
And of course he's never stingey with the praise, calling you a "gorgeous lad," kissing you softly and breaking apart to murmur how you're his "best boy," to your lips as you moan.
#i promise im getting round to writing the requested fics#im halfway through one but realised i havent posted in a little while so here you go!!#cw smut#john price#ftm reader#x male reader#x ftm reader#john price x male reader#cod smut#cod men x male reader#john price x reader#price x reader
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gn!reader x bot!soap
Price who tells the K-9s off for sitting on the sofas and chairs, and you who teases Rottweiler!hybrid!Soap by also telling him off when he sits on the sofas and chairs.
And he knows it's bullshit because he's seen you pull Riley (and all the other dogs) up onto the sofa to sit with you when Price isn't there, but he still isn't really sure how to react whenever you tell him "Soap, off."
The first time you did it, he sort of just stared at you blankly, with Gaz and Ghost wheezing with laughter over to the side. Price's grin was immaculate as he turned to Soap and said "off," joining the other two's wheezing when he actually slinked to the floor.
But then you start doing it far too often for his liking, and he finally snaps back whilst you're both staying the night in a safe house, along with Price. You tell him "Soap, off," when he curls up on a bed, and he glances at Price, then stares you straight in the eye, scowling as he stands up.
"Guess you'll have to fuck me on the floor, then."
It goes silent as Price's laughter just stops, then clears his throat awkwardly and leaves the room. You can feel a harsh blush on your face, cock hardening, but you don't break the eye contact. "Guess I will."
#this was gonna be pure fluff then i thought of him saying that and it didn't go away#sooo...#cw suggestive#rottweiler!hybrid!soap#john soap mactavish#cod men x male reader#soap x reader#bottom cod men#soap x gn!reader#cod x gn!reader#x male reader#x gn!reader
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cumdrunk ghost pretty please? w/ begging and dirty talk pleease?? thank you have a good day 馃槍
ohmygod YES okayy
amab masc!reader x bot!ghost
You've lost count of how many times you've finished inside Simon at this point, but you both know it's a lot. His legs are shaking but still clinging on to where he's wrapped them around your waist, cock leaking against his stomach as he claws at your back, craning his neck to bury his head in your shoulder whilst he sobs. You're buried deep in him, not moving and it's driving him up the wall, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tries desperately to get your attention.
"Please, move, love, please," he keeps whispering, nipping and kissing at your neck but you just won't keep fucking him, instead teasing him relentlessly as he whimpers.
And you've got this stupid grin on your face as you murmur about how "big, scary Ghostie, begging and crying just for me, yeah?" He nods, mumbled begs falling from his damp lips, brown eyes gazing desperately into yours as his head falls back against the pillow again, pulling your face down to kiss him.
Whispered praise and pleas escape him, whines of "you're doin' so good, so so good, please move, please," in between him trying to shove his tongue down your throat as if he's attempting to inhale you.
"My gorgeous boy, looking so pretty right here," you murmur, finally starting to rock your hips back and forth again, making him groan loudly, back arching as he clings onto you.
"Faster, faster, sir, please." You kiss him again, biting at his lower lip to make him whine when you speed up. "Gonna cum again, please, please-" he's cut off by his own moans as his load spurts out over his abdomen, new tears of overstimulation falling as you quicken your pace.
"Didn't even touch you," you chuckle, kissing his cheek softly. "You want to stop, or are you gonna let me cum too, princess?" Simon grabs at your face, shaking hands desperately trying to pull your lips to his.
"Gonna- gonna let you- you cum," he stutters, groaning loudly when you do, then finally pulling out, kissing him again and rolling over so he can lie on top of you, face nestled into the crook of your neck. You both catch your breath for a few moments before you sit up a little, his head resting on your stomach as you look down over his sweaty body, thighs covered in the milky fluids as he mumbles nonsense, eyes closed and body relaxed, your sweet boy drifting off to sleep before you even get the chance to wipe him down or bathe him.
#pathetic loser man#thank you for the requesttt this was.. interesting to write#i deleted and rewrote things a LOT#but i do actually like this ehehe i might write more#in like 4 years when i remember to#cw smut#cod smut#simon ghost riley#ghost x amab reader#ghost x male reader#ghost x reader#cod men x male reader#bottom cod men#x male reader#x amab reader#x masc reader#simon ghost riley x reader
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Hiiii! I'm actually new to your blog and let me tell you I ATE IT UP AAGAHGAHAHGAHAG
Clawing at the bars of my enclosure frfr
Sooo I have a little request^^馃き
So I'm thinking, poly 141 with male reader in a lazy day where they all just want to spend time in bed and cuddleee! Bonus point if they fuck馃き馃き馃き馃き馃槉
Btw I loved the way you write things, got me giggling and shit馃槉
~馃惏
hiii 馃惏 thank you lots!! and YES i love poly 141 and i will ABSOLUTELY make them fuck hehe
amab top!reader x switch!141
CW - double penetration (ghost receiving), ghost is a raging bottom, the sergeants are switches, price is a top, poly sex
It's cold, it's dark, and it's miserable. Outside, at least - inside, you're snuggled up in bed with your boyfriends, all only half-awake and latched onto you and each other. Your bodies are aching and sore from a tough mission yesterday, and really you deserve this time to be laid back, not needing to move from the warm mattress or the arms of the other men for a few hours at least.
You're lying on your back, legs sprawled over Price's, also on his back next to you. Gaz has sort of flopped on top of him entirely, face shoved in the gap of yours and the Captain's heads. In your arms, a sleepy Roach is curled in foetal position, knees to his chest like a cat cuddling into your side. Somehow, he's not phased by Soap, half-crushing him as he lays across everyone in a manner you can't quite understand how he managed without waking people up. His head is on your chest, limbs all over the place and you're not entirely sure if any part of his body is touching the actual mattress. There's a soft heartbeat in your ear when you turn your face to rest against the pillow - which is Ghost, spine pressed against the headboard of the bed and hands grasping whatever of the Sergeants he can reach, the rest of his body protectively curled around yours and Price's heads. It's only really his fault that you're both using him as a cushion, anyway.
Simon is the first to move, grunting and nudging Gaz out of the way so he can wriggle down in between you and Price, sitting up to evaluate the situation, then manhandling Johnny to squash down where he just was, flopping on top of him, arms wrapping around Roach and Gaz and legs tangling with however many else's he can reach.
You hum tiredly as Si buries his face in a very sleepy Soap's chest, grunting again; the Scot cracks an eye open and gazes at him a moment before speaking, accent thick as he flexes his thigh under Ghost's crotch. "Why're ye hard?"
A snort of laughter from Gaz ears a misaimed whack in his vague direction, ending up hitting Price lightly in the face, who reluctantly accepts being awake and goes through his usual routine of giving everyone their morning forehead kisses. Simon won't budge, blush visible even so, and the Captain settles on lifting the hem of his hoodie up, pecking his lower back instead as Si lets out a muffled whine in complaint.
"You need us to help with that, love?" you offer, propping yourself up on an elbow and kissing the back of his neck softly, smiling when the Ghost nods wordlessly and cranes his neck so you have better access - until you're shoved out of the way by a suddenly very awake Roach, who all but chomps right down on the nape in his rush to get there first.
"Fuckin' hell, Gary, be bloody careful," Price mutters, sitting up too, hauling Si's torso into his lap (next to Kyle, who somehow managed to stay attached as he moved), the biggest man's legs still draped over you and Soap, letting you lift them and spread them slowly, rubbing his inner thigh through his pyjama trousers. Johnny helps him out of his hoodie, chucking it somewhere off the bed as he and Roach kiss along his chest, Gaz tilting his head back gently and Spiderman-kissing his cracked lips, moaning quietly into his mouth when Simon reaches up a hand and pulls him closer by his hair. You ease down his trousers, pulling off his boxers too as he whines and bucks his hips impatiently.
He groans into Kyle's mouth as you touch him, one hand locking on his pelvis to keep him in place and the other wrapping around his cock, teasing him, your own dick aching in your boxers. Soap takes over wanking him off, palming himself and muttering (assumed) praise in Gaelic to soothe the Ghost when you shove two slicked-up fingers inside him, quickly working to add a third, and then a forth. The Lieutenant is a mess of moans and whines when he cums for the first time of the morning, coating Johnny's hand and his soft stomach already. Roach watches, then turns to face you, gazing with pleading eyes and an obvious boner. You smile gently, kissing him and nodding for him to take off his pyjamas, promising you'll make sure he's fucked good.
Price shuffles out from under Ghost and Gaz, giving them each an apology kiss at their favourite chair disappearing. He moves around to sit next to you on the bed, pulling his other two Sergeants closer and working on making as many marks as possible on Soap's neck, whilst grinding against Gary's dick with a knee, making him scrabble and claw desperately at his back, the tiniest grunts and whimpers just about audible. "Come on, pet, that's it," Price murmurs, arm around both as Roach cums first then Soap, the latter considerably louder and less organised as he wipes his hand on his now-soiled pyjama trousers, head falling onto the Captain's shoulder tiredly.
"Dibs not washing them later," you grin, helping the Scot take the trousers off and putting them a little more carefully to the side, pressing a small kiss to his nose. You turn your attention back to Simon, lying on his back, legs still spread and cock hard again from watching his other boyfriends together. "You need some more attention, honey?" He nods, head in Kyle's lap, eager to make out with him again when he cranes his neck down to do so.
Slicking up your cock, you position yourself carefully above Si, chests just touching to give him the skin-to-skin contact you know he loves. Calloused hands hold your waist, gripping tighter as you slide in, sucking at his neck and groaning softly. You feel another hand on your thigh, squeezing gently like how Price does, before the older man lines himself up under you, also pushing into Ghost and leaning across your back to snatch a kiss from him the moment his lips separate with Gaz's for routinely breathing breaks.
You're practically collapsing with pleasure by the time you cum, the feeling of your dick moving against Price's inside of Ghost sending you over the edge far quicker than normal. Apparently the Lt thinks so too when your loads mix on his tummy, both you and John pulling out, panting as you roll to lay back on the mattress, quickly checking on Soap and Roach to make sure they're all good before scooting over to Gaz, pulling him close to you and capturing his mouth with your own. He melts into you when you wrap your arms around him, squirming and moaning at your harsh palming of his hard cock.
He only just manages to not accidentally kick Simon's head off his lap when Price pulls off his boxers, delicate touches making him whimper that he needs to be fucked, and that you've made him wait so long. It's worth it, though, when you praise him for his patience and help lift him to sit on John's dick, kissing away his groans and guiding him to move rhythmically, not stopping until the two cum at the same time, euphoric sobs as Price pulls out carefully, gentle kisses and muttered praise to Kyle's nape as he does so.
It takes a team effort to get everyone comfy again, tired bodies half-dragged, half-crawling to better places on the bed, all cleaning each other up with warm washcloths and holding people tight, coiled up bodies curling into others, heads on chests and stomachs and thighs, and more pecked kisses and idle head scratches than you could ever wish for. Sure, it might be a waste of a morning - especially when you're all falling asleep again - but you wouldn't want to spend it any other way than cuddled up with your boyfriends, soft smiles on your faces as the rain beats down outside.
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Of course it's fucking raining now that Soap and Ghost finally on leave. Sure, it's not unusual Scottish weather (they're staying in Johnny's small flat in Glasgow), and it's not like they were gonna do much today anyway, but still. It has them waking up in an already lazy mood, Simon shuffling to cuddle into his boyfriend closer and groaning.
The bed is too comfy and warm to get up, and Si doesn't want to move away from Soap's sleepy embrace. They're both conscious, quietly making incoherent noises of complaint at that fact back and forth at each other. Eventually, Johnny presses his lips to Ghost's forehead and rolls them over, sitting up on Simon's stomach to look out the window like a curious rabbit, then leaning down and littering his unmasked face with pecked kisses.
Simon laughs, running his hands through Soap's mohawk. Raindrops patter against the window as he flips them over again, hugging Soap tight then sitting up opposite him, pulling on a pair of comfy military-issued socks and one of his hoodies. The Sergeant sits up too, also pulling on one of Si's hoodies, and much fluffier socks with little skull prints all over them that Gaz had bought him as a gag gift which he ended up adoring.
"Mornin', love," Soap smiles, voice deep and groggy as he leans forward to rest his head on Ghost's chest, who hums in response and nuzzles his cheek against his hair. After a couple moments just sitting like that, the two reluctantly flop out of bed, padding their way over to the tiny kitchen before realising they barely have a scrap of food in the flat, only just having a few general ingredients and a small selection of tea and coffee.
Simon groans again, scanning the fridge as if something new is about to spawn in, before turning around, picking his boyfriend up and setting him on a counter, then passing him flour, eggs, milk and some oil, and getting out a frying pan for the stove.
"What're we making?" the shorter man asks, swinging his legs and playfully kicking Ghost whenever he gets in range.
"Secret," is the only reply he gets, but it's quickly obvious by the way Si mixes some flour, milk and two eggs together, creating a thin batter which he splashes into the pan, just about remembering to put oil in first so as to not completely fuck it all up. Then Chef Riley takes charge, and suddenly Johnny is being bossed around, ordered to get plates and get cutlery and cut up a lemon and put some caster sugar in a small bowl and set it out all pretty on the tiny dining table. In his own home, he complains lightheartedly.
The first pancake served is happily accepted by the Scot along with a quick kiss. The shit weather had only gotten worse, but that meant a perfect background noise for them to eat (although it did make conversation a little difficult). Once the batter is all used up, Ghost puts Soap on washing up duty, whilst he dries and puts everything away. And then it's essential to curl up on the sofa together, wrapped in one of Johnny's blankets, watching a randomly-selected war film and criticising even the slightest inaccuracies to make each other laugh.
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