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MacTavish helps Ghost through his rut with the help of his favorite cock.
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29 Jun 2026
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Simon “Ghost” Riley is a feared and respected privateer commissioned by the Crown to hunt down the nastier pirates marauding around the Caribbean. One day, on a mission to gather intel on their latest target, he stumbles across something he long thought was a myth.
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3 times Simon Riley encountered a merman, and 1 time he /really/ got to know him.
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29 Jun 2026
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Pour the Gasoline (Strike the Match) by c1garettesfor_m00ny
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
12 Jun 2024
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“Either suck it up and learn how to take a joke, or make a fucking move.” Ghost’s grip gets impossibly tighter and Soap whimpers. He can’t even have it in him to be embarrassed, too caught up in Ghost’s words to process the emotion.
“What?” Soap is actually dumbfounded. Why is Ghost telling him to make a move? It isn’t like he feels the same, right? He could very well make the move himself if that’s the case.
Ghost growls, low in his throat, and his hand slips down from Soap’s chin to his throat, squeezing lightly on his pulse points.
“Make a fucking move, sergeant.”
Soap is, still, dumbfounded. What is he supposed to do? Kiss Ghost over his mask? Pull Ghost’s mask up and kiss him proper? He must’ve been staring for a lot longer than Ghost had the patience for, because suddenly Ghost is yanking his mask up and pressing his lips against Soap’s, hard.
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Soap is only allowed to rub against Ghost’s cunt, but lust gets the better of them and they totally lose control of the situation.
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29 Jun 2026
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Soap is a little freaky.
Ghost isn't.
...probably.
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29 Jun 2026
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simon’s dog tags jingle against his chest with every movement, and he watches as johnny’s gaze flicks downwards, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his hands travel up along the sides of simon’s body, curving over his pecs before a hand tangles into the silver chain.
“think they call it a dog tag because of pups like you?” he teases, voice rough with arousal, and the words feel like electricity coursing under simon’s skin, burning through his veins and ripping a whine out of his throat. johnny smiles, and his grip tightens, before he pulls on it, hard, and simon jolts forward till they’re face to face, sharing breath.
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- Part 4 of hors d'oeuvres
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29 Jun 2026