#ghoap cod

Everyone else can smell the mask and Ghost gets a few weird looks from it, but Soaps the one who's upfront about it, of course.

He's talking to Ghost about how good it smells and he'd kill for a taste of it with a smug smirk, confident enough that he'll actually get the chance to.

This is a stretch but Ghost giving Soap the mask and putting a new one on because that just means he gets another opportunity to eat you through the mask again.

And Soaps just going at it with the mask pressed against his nose, practically suffocating himself with it. He can't stop thinking about how you'd taste so he's putting it in his mouth, imagining that it's really you and thinking of the noises you'd make.

(Add on: Soap also tasting a little bit of Ghost on the mask and getting off on that too, thinking about the three of you together. He's kinda ashamed about it because that's his friend but why else would he give him the mask)

But it's Johnny. He never gets worn out.

"Would you fuckin settle down." Ghosg snarls as Johnny nips at his ears for the third time.

"Just chase me! Come on, chase me!" Johnny pleas, his tail wagging as he let's out a little growl. Ghost ignores the defiant display. He knows the teasing little bastard is just - "L.T I'm testing you! Correct me, I'm testing you."

"You are fucking insufferable." Ghost snarls as he flops his full body weight down on the shorter man. "Shut. Up. Relax." He rumbles as he lets his body relax.

the idea of losing your virginity has always been a more romantic idea to you. someone you love, something that people wouldn’t consider sex but rather, lovemaking.

you didn’t expect losing your virginity to be.. a bit more filthy.

you didn’t expect yourself to be spread out in front of your lieutenant while your sergeant, specifically johnny mactavish, worships your sopping folds. your thighs wrapped around his head, whining at the feel of his tongue and your eyes trained on simon.

simon.. who’s palming his bulge on a chair and watching you intensely. even with the balaclava, you knew damn well he wanted you, he needed to have you. his brown eyes said it all, clouded with..

something unfamiliar— desire. you’d never been looked at like that before, not with the palpable need simon had.

you gasp at the suddenly feel of something prodding at your entrance, two thick fingers pushed into your tight heat. you whine and johnny chuckles.

“aye lt, cunt so tight.” he snickers, thrusting his fingers slowly into you. you squirm, you whine— it stings for a little bit god, does it feel fucking good. every ridge of his fingers hit you just fucking right.

“ah— ah, johnny— hnnnngh, so good!” you babble, your legs shaking as the sergeant moves his fingers with more urgency. “johnny please— gonna— fuck, simon!” you whine your lieutenant’s name and fuck, you barely hear it but..

a low groan from the corner of the room and the sound of skin. simon was clearly jerking off to the sight of you. that.. had you pulling johnny off, to catch your breath and take in the sight of the big blonde man in the corner.

the sergeant grins before he moves away, pulling his fingers out of you and moving to simon. you watch, your face flushing at the two men.

johnny smirks, lifting simon’s balaclava up and pushing his slick covered fingers in the lieutenant’s mouth. a debauched moan comes from you and simon.

“taste good, lt?” johnny asks, all smug. the only notable sounds in the room were simon jerking his cock off and his needy slurping in johnny’s fingers. “thought so.” the sergeant smiles, pulling his fingers out and dragging the lieutenant to his feet.

simon follows, too fucking pussy drunk to even think about anything. a thud and a moan, simon is next to you.

before you know it, the scotsman picks you up and positions you on top of simon. you gasp, feeling the man’s tip just at your soppy entrance. johnny’s hands on your shoulders and simon’s hands on your hips, it drove you insane. you were going to cum before simon even touched you.

“nice and easy, bon.” the sergeant whispers, helping you lower down onto simon’s cock. you whine, the stinging sensation coming back.

“big stretch, luvie.” simon groans, his nails digging into your hips. you take him slowly, gasping at every inch. the stretch is so fucking good, every vein of his cock drive you insane.

and when you bottomed out? you felt something warm fill your puffy cunt, making you moan.

simon came, “oh fuck— god, so good, so good f’me and johnny..” he filled you and that made you want to keep going.

you feel a presence behind you. johnny’s fingers were in simon and when you felt adjusted enough, you started bouncing on your lieutenant’s cock, whining at how big and good he felt.

My first Ghoap drabble! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x reader.

tw. talks of fantasy, sharing, threesome. HEA. MDNI!

"You want me to do what?" You exclaim, your voice high enough to startle the person in front of you. Standing in the queue for your morning coffee on the phone to your husband, Simon.

"Its just a fantasy i had, love. It's not important." You hear him reply, his deep voice smooth down the line.

"No- No i mean I'm open to it, but dropping it on me while I'm in the queue, Simon?" You ask, eyes flicking up to the board, as if you didn't already know what you wanted.

"I've just been thinking about it, and i know we talked about expanding things in the bedroom, didn't we?"

Your gaze landed on the cake pops as you nod, forgetting he cant see you.

"You there, love?" He chuckles, his voice light, as if he hadn't just dropped a bombshell on you in public.

"I'm here, just processing." You reply, your face pink at the thought of the suggestion.

Drink and cake pop in hand, you find a quiet corner of the café.

"Is it a one time thing, or do you want more?" You ask softly, your thoughts running wild.

"Up to you, whatever is comfortable for you." Simon replies.

"And you want him to watch, or-?" Your face aflame, you hope no one is close enough to hear your conversation, your gaze flittering around the room.