#DW soap

[bmtillerbabe]

This why Soap be drooling over Ghost's massive tiddies 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

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[morganpdf]

does anyone else feel kind of slutty refilling soap bottles

[cybervoid-art]

He needs someone to come warm him up :(

[tanked-up]

Soap: Hey… quick stupid question

Price: Mhm…

Soap: If you were to get stu-

Price: Where’d you get stuck this time, Johnny

Soap: Bold of you to assume

Price: So if I were to ask Ghost to come for yo-

Soap: NO

Price: That’s what I thought

Soap: I’m stuck in the fuckin tank

Price: How are you-

Soap: I crashed it, Price.

Price: The tank? OH THE NEW ONE

Soap: Ye-

Price: IT CAME YESTERDAY

Soap: I GAVE IT A DAY

Price: Ha, wait till Ghost hears about this

Soap: He’s on the other line.

Price: What’s left, Gaz?

Soap: Ehm… here with me

Price: Shit

[meowpupp]

I can’t stop thinking about pup-soap getting muzzled for his play date with puppy-girl reader because he was to rough with her last time :(( he would be so whiny and sad but at this point he’d be lucky to be let off his leash

GAGGED

price who's so mean to johnny. he can't stand how teary you are after each session with the hybrid, poor body covered in dark hickies and bites. after all, you're his. even gaz isn't allowed to mark the soft fat of your body, so why would johnny?

so the next time johnny comes over, he's muzzled. a large, steel cage securely fastened to his face, jutting out almost two inches. he cant even kiss you! poor boy whining clawing at your plush body, desperate to have you close. his ears are all droopy, pouting as he tries to nuzzle your neck.

even when he's deep inside your little cunt, he's barely given any freedom. two of simon's thick fingers looping under his collar, ready to pull him away from you at a moment's notice.

the cold metal of johnny's muzzle nudges against your cheek, desperate to get close, arms wrapping around you, pulling your body as close as possible, lifting your hips to meet his. he's lost in your sweet cunt, body shuddering at the feeling of your walls hugging him. his hips slam against yours, claws digging into the fat of your hips, denying you even an inch of space.

his eyes are trained on your tits, watching them bounce with each harsh thrust. the poor pup is practically salivating, teeth gritting as he presses the muzzle against your sternum. he's almost tearing up, so desperate to be able to sink his teeth into your soft body, drooling against you.

but simon and price are so mean, the moment you finish cumming on his cock, simon yanks him back. his owner shushes him, his hand wrapping around johnny's cock, grip too tight and fast. his cock throbs, twitching as he cums all over your pudgy tummy, almost crying as he's denied your sweet little cunt, again.

[journen]

The COD fandom has shown itself.

I believe I can logically only assume this statement is in the "negative", and you're not meaning the CoD fandom has shown itself in a positive way...

That being said, "It's shown itself" -- yeah one scummy individual scammed everyone and took advantage of everyone in this fandom's trust and goodwill, and love for the character Soap.

No fandom is perfect, and no fandom everyone is perfect in it. There have obviously been problematic people, drama, and other not so nice things to happen in the Call of Duty fandom, but I'm reluctant to blame an entire fandom for this and I don't think having an opinion like "The COD fandom has shown itself" after this, is at all helpful. I've also met just as many super nice, legit and supportive people in this fandom too. Not to say bad parts of the fandom don't exist, it can be there if you go looking for it. I've certainly witnessed behaviours I don't like from people and spaces I want and take no part of. But this goes for any fandom...

But if you're just taking this Zine stuff happening as an excuse to shit on the entire fandom, like everyone was complicit in this and wanted it to happen, then that's just confirmation bias lol and I'm assuming you've already had negative feelings on this fandom.

If there's any takeaway from this, it's probably that everyone is jointly outraged over what Micky did. I've definitely also felt a goodness in a lot of people, like the fandom is still very happy to contribute to charity when I proposed the idea of putting up the cover art as prints and donating the funds to charity(which I will still do.) because Micky lied about the donation he was going to make for the charity zine. There's definitely a lot of good and legit people here.

It's maybe fair to have mixed feelings on how the situation is being handled by those in charge(from that I'm reserving any personal judgements I'll state here, I'm trying to be objective), and if you yourself for any reason didn't have a good experience in this fandom? That's entirely entirely valid.

I just don't think it's helpful to just say "The COD fandom has shown itself" when there are a lot of good and innocent people who have been affected by Micky's scam, and the people had nothing to do with it at all and wouldn't have condoned a scam.

[wishchip106]

Jumping off of your post about Charles' reaction to Moira's kid, do you think that's the same way he would've reacted if he found out about Nina in a non-crisis scenario

definitely 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

i mean look at him here

that man is dying inside

both of his crushes started families and had kids while he’s here, by himself, with 500 adopted children

if Nina and Magda weren’t brutally fridged and he didn’t get kidnapped later in the day he would’ve been crying into his pillow all the way into the early morning hours

never winning ig 😿

[circusclowne]

more stamps of my favorite charactersssss

(f2u, credit appreciated but not necessary)

[theglassmeadow]

A little 09 ghost design just for me just for shits and giggles. 1. yes he gets beautiful eyelashes because im still deep in the "yours to keep" fanfic hell 2. i know hes not blonde in the 09 game but this is MY hyperfixation and i get to make him as pretty and as blonde as i like.

[dailydwshipwheel]

Today's DW ship of the day is...

Tisha x Soap !

Ship names; SoapyWipes, CleanWipes, CleaningMaid, CleanFreaks

[ @cowsuponcows ]

[krislgfox]

Me found motivation to draw dw fankids of my fav ships(not all ones tho, there will be another bunch of not main/lethal category fankids)

Second part :]

(Click for better quality)

Ships from left to right: FruitFanta(SproutxBlot), CandyStatic(YattaxVee), FossilCake(ShellyxCosmo), BubbleRainbowCraft(PoppyxDandyxGoob), NightDelivery(AstroxRudie)

If I'm not gonna get lazy I may also make their stats n abilities later(except for Boque)

Some fun facts below:

-They're all young adults! (18-22)

-the pronouns: Marina(she/her[cis]), Colour(he/him[trans/ftm]), Chezz(he/him[cis]), Savon(she/them[demigirl]), Boque(they/any[gfluid]), Cloud(she/her[cis])

-Marina has a lil sister named Cherny the Blackberry Jam

-Savon n Boque are siblings(logically)

-Cloud is blind n only can see everything through dreams of others

-Chezz hates his side profile><

-Cloud is one of the tallest fankids so far ><

-Chezz is an archeologist just like his mom, but he infodumps about ancient vases n dishes

-Colour really likes listening the music very very loudly

-Marina inherited the overprotective nature from Sprout

-Savon doesn't like her sibling(the felling is mutual)

[sageourplanetmeow]

Oh how I love them both.

Here’s a video essay I watched today about David Tennant. I suggest watching it, it’s very good.

[atopvisenyashill]

💀💀 it’s crazy how you’ll say “i think corlys will use this as a chance to solidify his own power” and someone will purposefully misunderstand you to be like “so you think daemon isn’t power hungry huh? you think he’s not some crazy evil fuck? come on you think-“ that’s a whole different sentence homie

[robiinurheart33]

I’m SUCH a sucker for drunk calls/texts confessing their love and y’all know I gotta project it onto ghoap (buckle up guys its a long one I had to break it into two parts SORRY) pt. 2 (clicks for Palestine)

Soap’s blood is pumping. He can feel it heat up in his cheeks in the form of a blush, giggles bubbling up in his throat and his mind loose enough to just sew together a semblance of a bad idea.

Deployment had been boring at first. Stuck at home with unending nervous energy, fingers twitching and aching for the solid feel of a gun, the rough texture of his vest, the adrenaline clapping him on the shoulder before shooting through his veins like a drug. It was so unendingly dull. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him at his apartment in Glasgow, and their break time was too short to visit his Ma.

So why not invite a few buddies out to drink? No harm, no foul.

Well, that’s what he initially thought. A couple hours later of wheezing and pounding of the table, shoes sticking to the ground and the smell of booze wafting though the air, Soap could confidently say that he was wasted. He’s leaning heavily on his buddy, chum, pal, that he for the life of him cannot remember right now. He’s swaying from side to side, feeling unusually breathless as he mumbles what could be the song that’s playing right now. He’s not sure. He combs his fingers through his hair, scratching a bit anxiously at the nape of his neck. Soap’s not sure if he wants to cry or laugh or vomit right about now. Pretty sure that’s a sign to fuck off, pass out on his bed and deal with the rest tomorrow.

Soap pushes off his… friend? Wait, did he even come with him? And heads towards the general direction where the toilet is. Might as well not look like a homeless person before heading home, wouldn’t wanna scare anyone. His head is spinning, pounding, loud, loud, loud, and nowhere near done with its madness. Soap slams his hand on the wall beside the toilet door, squinting and hoping the door he’s reaching for is the actual door, not it’s double. He does, in fact, get the right door (small miracles), and pushes it open.

He fumbles with his zipper and exhales heavily as he relieves himself. The man beside him in the toilet exits with a sniffle and stumbles out, the music getting louder for a second before the door closes again. Soap leans heavily against the sink counter and washes his hands, placing his fingers together and splashing water onto his face. Soap drags his hands down before greyish-blue eyes look back at him with a piercing stare. He blinks, and re-evaluates again. His hair is flopping to one side, weighed down by sweat. His face is flushed and his skin glows slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, his freckles just shy of being seen under his rosy cheeks, eyebags evident through the haze. He looks down and- oh. It appears his attempt at splashing his face with water wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped, half of his shirt drenched in water. Soap tugs loosely at the corner of his sleeves, releasing the bundled up fabric at his pits. He frowns in discomfort as the sticky heat of his arms lay back down against his skin. He sighs once more, not really feeling like his lungs are filling with oxygen, turning around and laying his hip against the counter lazily before pulling out his phone. 0237. He swipes down on his home screen and pouts at the “no new notifications” tab. He unlocks his phone and swipes through his contacts, unsure of who to drunk text at this hour. Gaz is probably asleep by now, if anyone has a spotless sleeping schedule, it’d be him. Price would have his head on a platter if he texted him about anything non-military business. Laswell, no. Ghost?

Huh.

Ghost…could be someone he could text. Soap isn’t quite sure if he would be awake right now. Do ghosts even need sleep? He huffs at his little comment, tapping on their chat together. Do they have the kind of relationship where soap can dramatically drunk text Ghost at 2am right now? Soap lets out a little bemused huff when he sees that he reached a dead end to their chat after one swipe of his thumb. Of course. Right bastard doesn’t text anyone. He tilts his head up to meet the flickering white light of the bathroom ceiling, watching water damage and mold streak across the concrete. Ghost… how is he during deployment? Does he still wear that mask around the relative safety of his own apartment? Does he have any hobbies? Does he go to the gym as well? Does he long to be back on base? Does he long to be back in the chaos of the war zone, alongside soap? Does he think of soap? Does he ever think to- before Soap knows what he’s even doing, his fingers clumsily type out a greeting.

Hwlli

That’s not quite right.

Gellp

Nope.

Hellu

Oh my god.

Hello

There we go! Soap smiles giddily at his screen, bringing it closer to his face before very carefully writing a much more sophisticated and brilliant follow up.

U up?

He’s the smartest person in the entire world. He supposes a part of himself preens at the thought of even just being able to text someone like Ghost. Big, bad, Ghost. He decidedly does not giggle like a schoolgirl. Just as his mind starts to wander back to the world outside the sickly bathroom, his phone vibrates, and looks down in confusion.

Drunk?

Soap frowns.

Who

You.

Wanna try anf gues, Lt?

You are drunk.

He says it like it’s a fact, like he knows everything. It annoys Soap, much more than it should. He supposes that it could maybe be something to do with the massive amounts of alcohol thrumming through his bloodstream at the moment, but he knows for a fact that it slices through his brain, presses against his throat and contracts his chest.

Yiu think so?

I know so.

Soap thinks Ghost is being a real dick right now.

Ittle know iy all

You’re drunk, Johnny. What do you want me to do about it?

Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. His head spins. If he closes his eyes and imagines hard enough, he can hear the raspy gravel of Ghost’s solid, thick British accent murmuring commanders into his ear. Speaking of noises, his brain starts to register more of the music from outside, the start of a song that Soap can vaguely remember, but he can’t quite put his finger on it right now. The electric guitar, drums and bass all purr in his subconciousness, his lips parting over the words, moving silently as he tries to pinpoint exactly where in the song he is right now. There’s this tune… think of you.. repeat, until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee…do I wanna know? Soap whispers, his mind curling and his ribs creaking. He feels like he’s truly, deeply losing it now, fingers slowly loosening over his phone. His head feels too big and his cheeks are burning, his shirt too tight against his chest and arms and his toes too restricted under his shoes. Everything was funny and everything was too bright and shiny and yearning and blurring and he wishes Ghost was here and he wishes everything was different and he wishes life could just be a little bit easier and-

His phone is vibrating.

Crawling back to you.

[ceilidho]

You are sick!!!!!!! How did you know that bumping foreheads is the way to my heart only for you to make said heart drop out of my ass two seconds later??????????

they're literally so sickeningly sweet its DISGUSTING....i can't believe this fic was supposed to go much harder on the dubcon/noncon originally.....but price just took over and made it so nauseatingly soft....

[circusclowne]

art flump (ft. my toonsona, ii gijinkas and brightney)