#SOAP

[ragingbookdragon]

Laswell: This is the team I want you to be a medic for.

Y/N: This hellish nightmare of a squad?

Laswell: They’re not that bad.

Y/N: I have a twenty-seven year old who has an inferiority complex because he’s the youngest man here, a Scotsman who likes to have constant pissing matches that end with him speaking a language no one understands, a living Halloween decoration with so many issues I would be here for hours explaining them, I have nothing negative to say about Farah and Alex, and a grumpy old man who thinks he’s a DILF but I don’t really think he inherently knows what qualifies being a DILF but I don’t have the heart to tell him.

Laswell: Well…Farah and Alex are wonderful.

[bmtillerbabe]

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

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[resazart]

Color study & quick sketch 🧼(refined)

[brav0-6]

THE PRICE PAT™️ | CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II & III

[keikiro333]

..plot twist??

Ghost and Soap were both dead asleep in their barrack until the faintest gasp woke them up. Neither of them were deep sleepers but something about that noise was almost familiar and it jolted them awake. Another gasp followed by a drawn out “fuuuck” had the two sitting up straight in their beds, each turning towards the other, making sure it wasn’t just a dream. A higher pitched gasp could be heard through the wall. The wall separating their room from yours. Their cocks starting to stir to life at the realization that you were in there moaning. Unspoken and through eye contact they agreed to silently listen and maybe do what they needed to but not to make a big deal out of it. Until much louder than the other noises came a “fuck Lieutenant”. Now they are both on their feet and Ghost has a shit eating grin on his face bc you’re in that room touching yourself to the thought of him. No that can’t be right “lass probably meant to say Sargent.” Soap simply would not believe it.

And now they are both barreling through their door just to swing yours open. The two needed answers. Ghost needed to be proved right and Soap needed to prove him wrong. Had they fantasized about you? Yes. often? Yes. About you touching yourself to the thought of them? Yes. now dreams were about to become reality. They could hear the lewd wet sounds of you fingering yourself through the door. Until they swung your door open and they were not met with you naked and alone in the room but instead your body was covered by a man (a lieutenant from a dif area of the base). One arm keeping himself up while the other was down your panties and knuckle deep in your pussy. The two were frozen at the door as his head turned to look at them, removing his dripping wet fingers from your pussy and sliding them into his mouth with an exaggerated pop. (Ghost wanted to cut those fingers off of him and soap couldn’t decide if he wanted to help ghost or suck your juices off of the man’s fingers himself)

“Sargent MacTavish. Lieutenant Riley. Nice to see you” with a cocky smirk and silky voice, now the only man in the room who was actually invited was leaving. Finally revealing you only in your bra and visibly soaked panties. If looks could kill the two men left still standing in your doorway would’ve evaporated into dust as you redressed yourself.

“What the fuck do you two want?”

With an embarrassingly high pitched “nothing” the two went running from your room.

[simonbrain]

sitting at the bar with your bestie and jokingly saying, "i wish that was me," when she spews about how her man made her come so many times the other night they almost hit double digits. you doubt anyone is paying attention to the two of you gossiping and giggling like fools, and you share that you haven't been laid in a while.

"it's been eight months, actually." you pout, slapping her arm when she gawks and splutters something about finding you someone to shag in the back alley right away.

if only you noticed the guy with the fuckass mohawk sitting on the other side of you, intently eavesdropping on your personal conversation. he likes your friend's idea; surely you'll let him pull a few orgasms out of you outside before he fingerbangs you in the car on the way home and finally finishes you in his bed.

ten's a big number to aim for, but johnny's nothing if not utterly determined to ruin the pretty girl who's had him rock hard since she walked in.

[hyperfixiation-station]

This literally came to me in a dream and its just a lil blurb but-

You work at a little diner that Soap frequents. A stocky Scots man with a silly mohawk and a stupid grin that orders the same thing every week. God do you love him.

Eventually, he asks you out and a few months later you start seriously dating. He tells you about his profession, tells you about his team and his family. You tell him you want to be an artist. You bond over looking at each other sketchbooks, spend hours drawing each other.

One night you ask him about maybe moving in with you and he gives you a non-committal answer. You go home feeling slightly insecure about his answer, but sure you'll talk it over next time you meet.

Except you never see him again.

At first you assume something wrong, that he was captured or lost in the line of service. But no one ever comes to update you like he said they would if anything were to happen.

So you have to assume he left you. That you scared him off with talk of commitment. At first you were sad, then angry, then apathetic. Now you just miss him. No one had loved you like he did before. You regret saying anything. You should have just kept your mouth shut and taken what he'd been willing to give.

But you didn't, and now you're alone again.

Fast forward 4 years and he shows up in your apartment, same mohawk, same little scar in his eyebrow. But his eyes are haunted, something darker behind them.

[gomzdrawfr]

i got severely distracted-

[laduenadelswing]

141 is back on base after a mission, so Soap and Ghost decided to scare you.

As you tidied up your barrack room, they opened the door, Ghost sneaked in, while Soap watched everything from your door. Ghost crept up behind you. "What are we doing here, love?" He could not finish the sentence as you turned around, instinctively punched your intruder, your lieutenant, into his face and pinned him down to the floor. Soap winced, he saw how brutally you've reacted to their prank, how the lieutenant laid on the floor, as something dark flickered in his eyes. What Soap did not expect, was to hear him groan, a prominent bulge forming in Ghost's pants as you pinned him down. "I think I love you." Ghost moaned as you pressed his head against the floor.

[skulldetergent]

i do wonder who's better at babysitting, ghost or soap?

ghost IS an older brother, and i'm sure that he had to take care of tommy whenever his mother couldn't (don't even get me started on his father, that man isn't taking care of any kids!!). and isn't having a little sibling basically like babysitting with some extra steps? and i can definitely imagine that ghost used to babysit joseph too whenever tommy and beth needed a break from parenting. despite his intimidating exterior, i do believe that kids love simon. he's just this tall, scary looking but kinda nice weird adult to them (that always has a stupid joke ready)

now, soap on the other hand i headcanon as the youngest of 3. you can't convince that he doesn't have two older sisters. so in his case, he most definitely was the one being babysat in childhood. BUT if he ends up being an uncle one day you know he's taking it seriously!! he's probably also great with children, alas in a different way than ghost. imagine that picture with the iron man actor with his kid vs the thor actor with his kid. yeah. soap is probably the fun adult (with weird hair).

[druap]

some recent sketches from twitter

[scoobywrites690]

Soap pouncing on you in the shower.

The end kinda falls off i think because i suddenly lost all ability to write an ending 🤦‍♀ cw: Shower sex, creampie

Tryna have a nice long shower under the stream of hot water either ends in one of two ways. Either you get a nice shower, you get to lather yourself in your favourite body wash, and gently massage conditioner into your hair working out any tangles until it’s silky smooth, to then wrap yourself in a warm fluffy towel when you get out. 

Or you get Johnny’s version of a shower. Which consists of waiting till he hears the water start running before stripping off everything on his body, to then sneak his way into the bathroom. The room is already filled with steam as he enters, your clothes discarded in a pile on the floor as he tiptoes his way deeper into the room. 

He’s not sure why he still tries to be sneaky as he knows you’re well aware of his games, but it adds to the thrill I guess. Reaching out to pull back the shower curtain a smidge before hopping into the shower with you. His hands instantly on your body pushing you up against the cold wall.

Your tits pressed up against the wet tile as Johnny presses himself against you, his cock already hard as he rubs himself up against your ass. The stream of hot water coming down on both of you as Johnny’s hands glide across the wet surface of your skin as he feels you up. 

Sliding over the swell of your ass, your skin as smooth as butter under his calloused hands. Gliding over the skin of your stomach before reaching the peaks of your tits, the sensitive skin pebbled in goosebumps as it’s pushed up against the cold tile. Your nipples hard as rocks as they rub against the tile, perky and desperate for Johnny’s attention. 

Your ass pushing back onto his hard cock, rubbing up against it has Johnny groaning in your ear, rough and raw almost like a growl. His hands come down to grip onto your hips, pulling your ass out from the wall making your back arch in the middle. Before he’s grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance. 

His tip pushes past your entrance, stretching you out ready for the rest of his cock. As Johnny wasn’t big in length but what he lacks in that he makes up in girth. And the dull ache between your legs afterwards proves it. 

Fisting a handful of your hair Johnny pulls your head back allowing him to whisper dirty words into your ear as he pushes inside of you. Your face contorting into pictures of pleasure and pain as you wince at the sharp sting that always follows when Johnny finally bottoms out inside of you.

His cock splitting you in half as he begins to roll his hips. Skin slapping against skin as he deepens his thrusts. His grip tightening in your hair as he fucks into you. The shower is still pouring water onto the both of you, filling the room with a thick amount of steam. 

But that’s Johnny’s last thought right now, feeling you soft, tight walls squeezing his dick is more important to him. His free hand slipping in between your thighs to find you clit. Rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You brows knitting together as you bounce your ass back to meet Johnny’s thrusts, desperate to feel more of his cock rubbing against your walls. 

Pulling out of you Johnny’s quick to spin you around, pushing you back against the wall before hoisting you up into his arms. Your legs wrapping around his waist before he’s sliding back inside of you. With the perfect view of your face and tits now, Johnny’s thrust begin to grow sloppy as he litters your chest with hickeys, marking you up for the world to see. 

It’s not long before Johnny’s spilling inside of you and you’re squeezing down on him. Both of you taking your time to revel in your orgasms before letting each other go. With both of you then taking the time to wash each other off before stepping out, with Johnny getting out first so he can wrap you up in a nice fluffy towel. Taking care to dry you off before helping you into a fresh pair of pj’s.

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[soapcloth]

Catching Soap taking pics of you in an airport terminal...

You try to ignore it. Maybe he was taking a picture of the airport in general, maybe it was a selfie- either way, you’re not about to confront a man that looks like bootcamp and protein powder incarnate in the case that he is.

Once boarded, you find yourself beside a kind-looking older woman that lets you have the window seat, the prior incident readily forgotten as you settle in. A flight attendant crouches beside her, but you pay it no mind, too busy prepping your in-flight comforts to watch on while the woman gathers her belongings and vacates the seat.

You lean back, waiting for take-off.

"-here you are, Sergeant- once again, we're deeply sorry about the seating mix-up with your partner- a-and thank you for your service, we hope you'll continue to fly with us."

That snaps you out of your thoughts.

Looking up, you find the man from earlier staring down at you with a pleased grin. After a beat, his head swings back around to the flight attendant.

"Dinnae worry 'bout tha'- just glad it got sorted."

He tosses his carry-on overhead, arms bulging with the movement before he plops himself down into the seat beside you, an exasperated grunt passing his lips. He lifts the seperating arm rest, thick legs spreading out so your thighs touch.

"-um?"

He clicks his tongue and jerks his knee into yours. "Saw ye' looking at me in the terminal, would be a shame t'leave ye' be, aye?"

[goaskangel]

johnny soap mctavish who loves being praised. small little nods and affrimations whenever the scot’s simply fixing something for you or treats you. loves seeing your body roll in waves whenever he makes you come. pulling at his hair and closing your thighs on his cheeks, moaning words, “yes, johnny—mhm, right there. auh! mm, johnny—oh fuck, so good—johnny, gonna come.!”

goes straight below his waistband, grinding his massive hard-on to the sheets below, humming and grinning in delight as his tongue works wonders.

loves especially fucking in missionary. slowly, with his hips surprisingly loving you thoroughly and sweetly. his warm skin against yours and his big burly body hovering right over you. his fat cock stretching you deliciously, you can’t help but moan softly. you look at him with such heart eyes, cooing at his love and kissing him gently. “so handsome, my baby. making me feel so good—god i love this, i love you.” his ears burn a blush red with every word you adorn him with, he grins a smile that stretches from ear to ear.

[brav0-6]

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