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Fully becoming the fun police because the tiktok hc devil got some of you believing hcs are canon 😭

No, Soap doesn't have ADHD. As a sniper and demolitions expert, someone with ADHD wouldn't be able to do the work effectively, it requires extreme focus for extended periods of time, and literally nothing in the game or his behavior indicates he has ADHD.

Yes, Ghost passes his psych evals. He NEEDS to be mentally stable in order to be part of the SAS, otherwise he'd be pulled out no matter how much Price likes him. There are no indications in the game or voice lines that show otherwise, he's able to hold his own weight and is likely on therapy and medication to help with his trauma and nightmares.

No, Soap doesn't have 10 sisters. He doesn't even have a family.

Yes, comic Ghost is canon to 22 Ghost. Literally nothing indicates otherwise, every single character in the remake kept their canon pasts, why would Ghost be an exception?

No, König isn't shy. He's snarky and cocky in all his voice lines, not a single trace of shyness in this man.

No, none of these grown men need a pink blanket from their childhood to sleep.💀 Infantilizing grown men is weird enough as it is, and I feel like some of you forget these men are soldiers— the best of the best, used to extreme conditions that could break regular people, they're not babies or mentally unstable teenagers, it's weird to treat them as such.

While we're at it, some of you make Price act like a fucking nonce and it's weird. No, he wouldn't date an 18 year old child. Probably the youngest he'd go to is 30s, some of you forget the huge difference in maturity age gaps always have and how he wouldn't want to date a pouty child, especially with his line of work and how often he's gone. A relationship with this man would require plenty of mutual understanding, communication skills, trust, and maturity.

ANYWAY NSOSNWLSMALQ

💀💍🧼

Drawn a year ago for the GhostSoap zine.

I need more of those 😂😂😂😂

“What’s this?”

“This looks like a torture device.”

“Are these not the same damn shades?”

“Do you really put all of this on your face?”

“You know the four of you could like, watch tv anywhere besides my room right?” You ask, raising a brow at the four giant men laid across your tiny bed, Johnny and Kyle bent over one of your eyeshadow palettes, eyes squinting as they compare shades. Simon has your damp beauty blender, squeezing it a few times with a confused look on his face, swatting away John’s hand as he leans in with eyelash curlers.

“This is more fun.” Kyle waves you off, reaching for one of your tubes of lipgloss as Johnny gently swatches a deep purple. “Feels so freakin soft..”

“You mess up my shadows you’re buying a whole new palette Johnny.”

“Simon just let me-“

“Price for fuck sakes! Get those things away from me!”

COD fanfic writer

my fic All Your Ways is on AO3 now

Ghosts in the family

Synopsis - aka all the times The Riley siblings have talked about eachother, and all the times Soap should’ve connected the dots but didn’t see the constellation.

cw/tags - MDNI 18+ making out, grinding, no piv or smut guys sorry, swearing, mentions of female anatomy, military inaccuracies, fanon versions of cod characters, threats, mild violence, mentions of guns, innuendos, etc. you’re dealing with grown men in the military that is your warning

Pairing - Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Afab!Riley!Reader, John Price x Riley!Reader (Platonic)

Author's note - Soap is about 26, Reader is 24, Tommy is the name of Simon’s canon younger brother who later scares him with masks and anyways, just beware of that background. Pt.2 of this au, just this just shits and giggles background for later bc I dont know how to flesh out that cliffhanger I left in my Drabble, see you at the bottom! - Moon

Requests are open!

© moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

1. Simon knew that Johnny’s intention wasn’t to piss him off, but yet he still managed to feel a migraine pool behind his eyes. All day, every mission just asking question after question. Simon wondered if this is what it was like to have a stable home. All he had was you from day one his baby sister. His lips jerk upward before he cuts off the muscle reflex of what we know as a smile. He’d rather keel over and die than let Johnny see his eyes krinkle.

“I have a sister.” He grumbles. Everyone in the truck goes silent. Johnny’s jokes stop, Gaz smirks to himself, even Price manages to watch through the rearview mirror.

“Really? And you waited so long to tell me. Oh my god what’s the like. Oh is she pretty- wait don’t answer that, that’s weird if you agree…” Simon sighs to himself as he tunes out Johnny again. Oh he wishes holiday would come faster.

2. Holiday was tough. Even worse was being stuck alone over holiday break because your only family was stuck in an operation. Especially since you just got the news after putting up Christmas decoration.

“Really Simon? I got football on the telly, your presents are all wrapped” you whined. Simon grinned under his balaclava, oh how he wished he could be there to receive your annual gag gift.

“I know I know I know, assignment came late and everyone else has families to go home to so I just suggested myself-“ he tried to calm you down knowing this would only add gasoline.

“Dammit Si, I’m your family too! Im gonna give you a new buzz cut when you get home at the rate you’re going with all these sudden plans.” Your voice cracked at his name, you know he didn’t mean to break your heart. But Simon couldn’t bare to see Johnny, Price, or Gaz not go home to their big happy families.

“Yeah I know. Im yer brother. No getting out of that one.” He said. “Why don’t you stay with Price again this year. You know he loves you around”

“Because he is the only friend of yours that I’ve met-“

“Yeah you’ll meet the guys someday. promise.”

“Maybe for this holiday present?”

“Maybe.“

“yeah yeah yeah. I love you Si”

“Love you too, and I hope that second date of yours goes well this Friday” oh if only he knew how well that date went with your mysterious Scottish man.

3. “I thought you said you don’t kiss on the second date” Johnny grinned into your lips. Your hands all in his hair.

“Only if they don’t show promise” you remarked back. You could feel his bulge grinding through your pants in the back of this telephone booth. A soft groan leaving his lips as Johnny responded

“Oh so I show promise.” You could practically hear the grin as his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, the slight friction of his scruff following as he moved aside your dogtags.

“Yeah promise that if you don’t hush up, you won’t be getting anything” you quipped back as equally as smug

“Thought you were gonna call that brother of yers” he slurred back as he smelled your perfume. The man practically drooling as your nails trailed down his neck scratching. If he had a tail it’d be whipping the air. A whimper passing through the air as his bulge caught the right part of your fabric rubbing your clit in a delightful direction

“he can wait, I have something else to call for now” you said as you opened the door of the telephone booth and whistled (or yelled if you can’t) as loud as you could do to call a taxi. Johnny had a light in his eye that he never thought would spark until he met you.

Soon you would find out later that Simon actually COULD wait and he did, 12 whole hours he stayed up staring at your apartment door to be let in - fresh on holiday too. Maybe being motormouth’d by Johnny into the window of a hummer didn’t sound so bad now

4. Simon kept a photo of you and him in his pocket everywhere that you went. I mean everywhere. No matter the place. And a lighter too incase he was captured by enemies so as to not compromise his location. But it was a photo from a holiday in France. You were both pillow fighting in the bed. Messy hair, toothless grins, back when Mummy was alive and Daddy hadn’t shown his true colors. Tommy took that picture,. Simon holds it to remind him what he’s fighting for.

“Oh is that yer little sister, she’s missin a few teeth there” Johnny grins looking over the sniper’s shoulder.

“You’re about to miss some bones if you ask about my sister again” Simon growls. fuck. Johnny is the last person he needs around his sister. It’s not like Johnny was a womanizer - he was the opposite. Johnny was perfection. He was from a happy home, a stable home, a place where you wouldn’t have to remember what happened at that old house. It scared Simon to death imagining you forgetting about him. Then he’d really be alone.

“She must’ve gotten the good genes.” Gaz pipes into the coms, what an instigator.

“Wonder what she looks like in jeans” Soap hummed as he cleaned out his gun.

Ghost hummed to himself as he secretly folded up the photo and put it right back in the pocket over his heart. Maybe you could wait another year before meeting them.

Authors note - I made a part 2, this is unedited. Im so tired. I will flesh more of this out before I take another break I promise!! Xoxo - Moon

I can't stand when a character in a fanfic starts smoking, even if the character can't die of cancer cuz they're powerful or sum shit I DON'T CARE. Do y'all realize that cigs give you YELLOW TEETH, and BAD BREATH. Getcho crusty mouth out of my face bro.

Whenever i see character smoke even if the character cant die or sum shit i still think to my self (Bro prob got the worst breath😔).

I really be posting the most random shit huh💀

EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION WHAT IT DOES TO TOUNGES PLS SEATCH IT UP I AM HORRIFIED.

141 with a hyperfeminine s/o who's just extremely into girly stuff and pink?

is this targeted towards me.. jk i love this

tags: pure fluff, just so cutesy wutesy.

john price. he thinks it’s so adorable. it’s one of the things that first drew him towards you. the way your face lights up after showing him your sparkly hot pink nails, or the way you freak out when he surprises you with a pretty pink handbag you’d been eyeing for ages. he especially loves when you wear those cute lacy bows in your hair, it makes his heart soft to know that your his girl.

simon ‘ghost’ riley. simon secretly loves it. he’ll make teasing comments claiming your ‘acting like a little girl’, but then go on to buy you the biggest stuffed pink rabbit he could find. he also loves how, especially in public, your aesthetics are completely opposites of each other. his full black attire contrasts beautifully with your pink accessories. simon would never admit it but he loves when you toy with his hair, trying out different hairstyles and clipping pretty clips in his hair.

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick. he’s probably the most “casual” about it. kyles just happy you’re happy. you could wear the funkiest thing and he’d still be head over heels for you. it makes him smile to see little pieces of you in his room when you’re not there. the pink hairbrush sitting neatly on his bathroom counter, or maybe a silk set of sleep jammie’s folded in his drawer. it’s the little things, but that’s what he loves.

johnny ‘soap’ mactavish. he is ECSTATIC. your hyperfemininity makes him swoon. he loves when you do your makeup all pretty and put on sleek pair of heels for date night. he loves watched you stick your tongue out the tiniest bit when trying to straighten that one piece of hair that just won’t stay put. johnny spoils you endlessly. you’ll walk into your shared bedroom to see a beautiful pink lingerie set. not even sexually manner, he just loves you. the lace matching perfectly with your skin, and he knows you love it too.

The most ✨amazing✨ fic I've ever read in my life

See No Evil

Pairing: John Price x F!reader

Synopsis: The flowers came every week – Tuesday, two O’clock, two minutes after your break. The only problem was that you knew they weren’t coming from John.

Word Count: 17.5k

Warnings: Stalking, violence, intense gore, blood, abduction, angst, fluff, protective!John, not quite smut, swearing, stereotypical ‘Bad Guy’ character who gets his ass beat, minor character death

A/N: Finished this at 3am so forgive the absolute deterioration of the plot near the end.

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strawberry milkshake MDNI

John "Soap" Mactavish x Female!Reader

wc: 1,619

co-written with @emstpwkk!!

Your period cramps are more painful than normal. Fortunately, your boyfriend comes home early just in time to help.

Laying down on your couch after your last day for a while from your shitty job was great, especially when you get to finish that one series you've been meaning to watch. Especially when you get away from creepy coworkers, who always ask to drive you home, or to share a cig with you. You didn't even smoke!

It would be a dream night, eating ice cream out of the tub while watching TV if you weren't on your goddamn period.

You had a history of horrible, mind-breaking period cramps, which led to a heavier flow than most other women you knew. They were so bad that when you were younger, you missed school days and had to leave sleepovers early. But thankfully, you had an out to these problems. Once you got older, you fell in love with Johnny. A Scottish SAS soldier with a mohawk. He had helped you through them each time, and it was like he had memorized them to know exactly when to take off his lifesaving duties to help you.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the case, and you were curled up in the fetal position, holding your knees tight to your chest as you tried to distract yourself from the pain. You had taken pain medication before, but it seemed like it didn't work anymore.

Soap was currently on a mission somewhere in the country, which means he couldn't help you this time. He was supposed to be back a long time ago, but apparently, his mission had gone longer. It had been months since he’s left and you haven’t had him to help.

You had let go of your knees and were clutching your lower abdomen like a vice, trying to ignore the full-body shocks of pain that waved across your body as you writhed in pain, trying to distract you with the playing TV in front of you.

You groaned and let out little whines as the cramps kept hitting you like a truck nonstop, barely even letting you breathe. You try to focus on the TV, but the creak of the unoiled door breaks your trance. You know it would probably be Soap, but you still get up and check anyway. As you leave the spot where you've been curled up in agony for the past few hours, you peak the corner and notice a big, burly, and very handsome Scottish man shrugging his coat off. You sigh in relief and smile as you inch closer, as Soap notices you. He smiled right back, his dimples framing his smile.

You stay quiet as you slowly close the distance between you two, and he immediately knows what to do. He opens up his arms and engulfs you in a hug, kissing your hair as you two stay there. This wasn't normal for you, since you'd usually be waiting for him in the living room or your bedroom.

“What's all this for?” He looks down into your eyes and grabs your face to make eye contact as he asks.

“I'm in pain,” is all you mumble out as you tilt your head back down to nuzzle into his chest. A tinge of fear flows through him and he immediately adopts a concerned look on his face, as he checks your body for physical injuries.

“What's wrong bonnie— Are you hurt somewhere?” His tone was a mix of concern and confusion as he looked you up and down, even turning you around. You smile gently as you shake your head no, explaining what you meant.

“No no no Johnny, I'm not hurt. I'm bleeding profusely.” He stares at you for a few seconds, before understanding what you meant. He lets out a faint sound of acknowledgment before pulling you closer to his chest, “Sorry lass, the mission ran a little longer than expected..” he explains before a huge cocky grin appears on his face as he leaves more kisses on top of your head.

“Johnny… what are you planning?” You ask as he leaves soft kisses on your face before he speaks in an amused tone.

“Y'know lass, I saw somethin’ on the internet sayin-“ You cut him off with a giggle and place your hand on his mouth to silence him, already knowing where that was heading.

“No!” You say with giggles falling out of your mouth, covering your face with your free hand as it turns pink. He tilted his head like a pup, wondering what was soo wrong with his great idea. “I'm not having sex with you while I'm quite literally bleeding everywhere! We’ll stain the bed and the sheets!”

He grabs my hand off his mouth and brings it down to his chest. “It’ll help ye wi yer cramps! Promise, okay?” He hugs you tighter, before letting you go to take off the rest of his duty clothesline. You try to argue, claiming that you would make a big mess everywhere. He cuts you off with a click of his tongue, saying “An'll clean it up. Towels exist.”

This mindless silly arguing dragged on for a few more minutes until he finally convinced you to let him help out differently. His smirk only got bigger once you agreed, quickly grabbing you by your thighs as he hoisted you up around his waist as he walked to the bedroom. He kept himself busy, spreading kisses all over your face.

He sat you on the side of the bed and got some towels from the cabinet, laying them out on the bed before laying you on top of them. You rest your hips on them as he stripped himself of his clothes. First his shirt, then his cargo pants. His chest was littered with scars, some small, some large. One even started from the middle of his torso to his back. Your eyes were drifting down his body when you caught sight of him fishing himself out of his underwear. He was heavy in his hands as he started to fist his cock as he stepped closer to the bed, frothy precum dribbling out of his foreskin.

You quickly jumped into motion at the sight, pulling your shirt over your head and sliding the thigh-length pajama shorts off of you, along with your panties. You instinctively went to close your legs, but Johnny stopped you with a click of his tongue. His hands went to your knees, spreading them apart to either side of his hips.

He smiled as he slotted himself in between your thighs, his blue eyes looking over your curves. “All this for me, lass?”

You tightened your hold against his sides as he grabbed a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding the rubber onto himself as he stared at your slick, red folds.

“Aye bonnie… I'm too lucky to have you…” His voice was rough as he pressed his swollen red, angry head into your clit. You bite down on a moan, eyes almost rolling to the back of your skull as he rubbed circles with his tip on your clit. It was a subtle gesture, but it felt so good that you couldn't help but softly moan. He dipped his cockhead into your slit as he collected your fluids, pressing right up against your hole as he carefully pushed into you with almost no resistance.

“Come on lass, tha’s it, biiiig stretch…” As he pulled out, his dick was coated with streaks of red wrapped in your mixed fluids. His hands softly found your hips as he started to bounce into you slowly at first before quickly picking up the pace, the skin-to-skin contact echoing throughout the room along with Johnny's soft praises in your ear. You couldn't feel much of anything other than your cervix being kissed by his tip, and the burn on his hips meeting yours.

Your eyelids were screwed tight from the pleasure, your head tipped back slightly as moans melted into the sounds in the room, his pace not stopping or faltering. Your eyes flew open before falling into a half-lidded state as he pinched and softly twisted at your clit, then soothing it with soft circular strokes.

He lifted your legs higher as his chest met yours, his breath fanning your ear as your nipples rubbed against his chest. You gripped onto his shoulder blades, dragging your nails down his back, in an attempt to find purchase.

He didn't slow down as he stuffed his cock into you, deeper than you ever thought possible. The fluids mixed on his dick and inside you made it comically easy to fuck, his dick was sliding in and out faster and faster as more precum dribbled into the condom.

“Fuck- s-so close-” His words got swallowed up as his breath got caught n his throat, his brows furrowing as his thrusts got more needy. He came into the rubber and felt his eyes roll back, whimpering as he pressed his forehead onto yours. You soon followed him and came, feeling small droplets dripping from his waist to yours.

You both panted, and he carefully pulled out to dispose of the condom and clean you up. Minutes later after he switched out the towels, throwing the dirty ones in a corner to be dealt with later, gave you fresh panties, and gave you snacks and water, did he join you on the bed for snuggles. You were finishing up a bag of chips as he kissed you softly on your cheek, nuzzling into your hair. You were maybe pancaking him, but he didn’t mind. He wrapped his arms around you as he slowly fell asleep, exhaustion catching up to him. You held his hands as you fell asleep, without any cramps.

thank you for reading!!