#Soap

[callsignpxnguin]

Price, Soap, and the Missus

Inspired by @goatgoesmbe ‘s idea…

Johnny MacTavish was a straightforward man.

He enjoyed looking at pretty things, plain and simple.

So, naturally, when a sweet, confused little thing in a sundress with a bow in her hair, for God’s sake, approached the base entrance whilst he was on lookout duty — well, you couldn’t blame him for wanting to have some fun. Turn up the charm, if you will.

Maybe he asked you a few more questions than necessary just to hear your soft voice and feed his ego, and maybe he demanded to ‘pat you down’ — just because it was all protocol, of course. He was such a good soldier, and he took that job seriously. As such, he had to ensure that he had patted down every part of you; every bit of your smooth, warm skin got bruised by his rough hands as he prodded and gripped you unapologetically.

And once he was done (which wasn’t for a while), leaving you stammering and flushing but too shy to say anything, he went straight back to charming the pants off of you. Or, at least, that’s what he thought he was going back to.

“So, what business has someone like you got here, hmm?” Johnny purred, accent rolling off of his tongue smoothly, head cocking to the side and he stared down at you with a devious smirk.

“Just… dropping off my husband’s lunch,” you replied quietly, refusing to meet his gaze. Your ears remained bright pink.

Johnny immediately froze.

He hadn’t expected that.

You were married? Dear God. Just his luck. All he could hope was that your husband was in a unit far away from him so that any comments you made about his ‘inspection’ would hopefully go unpunished.

He’d messed up, bad.

“Husband, eh?” He hedged, trying desperately to mask the waver in his voice. “And who would that lucky lad be?”

You hesitated, finally meeting his eye sheepishly, a little more confident as you took in his obvious falter. “Am I allowed to tell you his name?”

Johnny almost melted, staring at your big, blinking eyes — his previous concerns momentarily almost completely wiped out. You were so sweet. So innocent.

Someone was one lucky bastard.

“Well, considering this is our base, you should be fine,” he joked.

“O-okay. I was just checking, because he gets nervous about that kind of stuff, considering… everything.” You inhaled. “He’s… John Price. Do you know him? Or where he might be right now? The lunch is getting cold…”

Steaming bloody Jesus. Johnny felt he was about to pass out. He felt numb. “The… the captain?” He croaked. “He’s your husband?”

“Is that a problem?” You asked nervously.

“I don’t know…” a sudden, familiar voice rumbled. “Is that a problem, MacTavish?”

You turned delightedly to find your husband right there, glaring at the man in front of you but looking deliciously handsome as always, and leapt to give him a hug.

Dear God.

Johnny just about turned on his heel and fled.

He never told the rest of the squad how he got a broken nose that night. Partially out of embarrassment, but also because he felt he deserved it.

And from then on, he never dared to even utter a word to any unknown women coming into base.

[fortangel]

OK, torn between: Unscented? For real? Fun soap my sensitive skin might be able to actually use??

And: OK but why is Garak's soap naked though?

This is literally the most random thing to ever happen the FUCK you mean garak got turned into a brick of soap 💀

[machveil]

Johnny announcing to the 141 that he’s trying for a baby with the missus. like, the eyebrow raising type of announcement, “Aye, tryin’ every night, bound to happen soon.”. Kyle did not need to know that, but he politely keeps his mouth shut. of course, with no complaints, Johnny keeps yapping about how the missus basically hasn’t left their bed, the bonnie lass is probably sore and tuckered out - Price’s ears burning red as he listens

what Johnny didn’t tell them is that he’s sterile, Simon’s the one he entrusted his wife to. holding your shaking body as Simon bullies your poor cunt for the fifth night in a row, swallowing down your whines and moans with sloppy kisses like a good husband. Simon’s not complaining, and he doesn’t plan on stopping once that test turns positive

[sweetpianoxoxo]

Crow!Reader who doesnt really like 141 at first. Shes quiet and mostly a loner. She likes to read by herself, she likes puzzles, and she likes her silence.

Enter in 141 who is learning all the courtship rituals of crows to figure out what the hell they're doing wrong.

They bring her gifts, mostly snacks they know she likes, sesame snaps, trail mix, and dried fruits, for example. But its still not really working.

I mean shes kinder to them now. Maybe accepting lunch offers more than she had before, or watching a movie in the rec room that one time.

But right after, she scurried back to her room. Johnny finds this absolutely unacceptable, so when he hears a little rumor about crows and shiny objects? Oh he has a plan.

Dog tags on the outside of his shirt, showing off all (not all) of his out of code piercings, literally dangling some keys in front of her because "they're so pretty aye lass?"

And when she gets stupidly turned on by his shenanigans and pulls him into her bedroom, scoffing and stuffing her panties in Soaps mouth while shes on top, because he won't stop talking, he's in bliss. Then she decides she likes the team a bit more.

[writersdrug]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.

Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.

[vylaris]

soap hugging ghost in the back seat 😂

A: HOW DARE YOU DETAIN MY MEN?!! 🤬🤬🤬

[gothghostiie]

:)

meeting price on tinder with him inviting you to his house for a dinner date, there's a doghouse in the front yard. youre all surprised, tell him you didn't know he had a pet, he just smiles and apologises, tells you his dog is very friendly and that he hopes you two get along. he gives you a small tour of the house, his study, master bedroom (which also have a pet bed and a crate) kitchen; and last but not least the living room. price stops you in the doorway and gives a quick whistle, your hear the clinking of a collar - followed by the 'dog' crawling up to you.

price smiles and pats his head with a heavy hand, it's tail wags. "this is him. Johnny, why don't you say hi to our guest, hm?"

[femalefemur]

18+ minors do not interact!

so you know that stupid tradition of the groom sticking his head under the bride's dress at the reception to pull the garter off? yeah that but every single one of the 141 would kiss your pussy while doing it.

johnny's full on making out with it over your underwear, leaving it sticking to you from a mixture of his spit and your arousal.

simon's got it pulled to the side so he can plant one directly on it and you can hear the deep rumble in his chest when you gasp in surprise.

kyle would place a kiss right over where your clit is under your underwear before running his tongue up the length of it.

and john would stuff his fingers in you while he gives your clit a harsh suck before letting go with an audible pop, comes out from under there with the garter in his teeth and licking his fingers.

[druap]

some recent sketches from twitter

[imtherain]

Nothing like thinking you killed someone to make you propose XD

Werewolf!Soap who’s tried so hard to keep his dog on a leash for you.

Not that he isn’t still nasty. He is. He’s still burying his nose in your pits every time you come back from hiking. You know what he is— but he’s never let you see him turn. He’s terrified of hurting you, or worse, without even knowing— he isn’t himself when he turns, he can never remember the things he does, so it’s best for everyone if he just stays away.

Until one night after a long deployment. Six months he’d been away— six months since he’d seen you, smelled you, touched you. The pair of used panties he’d taken with him had practically been worn to shreds with how often he fisted his cock with them and felt for them in his pocket. He’s so damned excited to see you, his leg thumping the entire ride home, practically sprinting away once Price dismisses him.

He’s too heavy with anticipation and need. He doesn’t keep track of the date. Of his cycle.

He wakes up at dawn with that sore, tingly feeling that follows his transformations. Once it settles in his brain, he shoots straight up. Your side of the bed is empty, save for some stray specks and one larger pool of blood staining the sheets.

Johnny immediately buries his face in his hands, bearing only to look at the evidence through the gaps in his fingers. He sobs. His worst fear in the entire world has been realized, the monster inside him that’d always hungered for you had finally got what it wanted. His stomach lurched and rolled with the possibilities— what might have ultimately become of you. Where the body was— if there was one. Maybe, if he was lucky, you crawled off and lived and would never want to see him again. But he knows his instincts would have never left escape an option— especially not when it came to you. The ring box that’s been sitting in his coat pocket is proof of that.

His entire body shakes with the torment and grief of it all, teeth clenching, his eyes shut as the tears just keep escaping. Love is over, because he killed it.

He’s so caught up in his despair that he doesn’t hear the footfalls on the floor. He doesn’t hear the clink of a glass set onto the nightstand. He doesn’t feel the dip of another weight on the bed.

Soap almost thinks it’s a trick from his deranged mind, a symptom of lupine madness, when he feels the warmth of a hand comfortingly rubbing up and down his back, another hand at his shoulder in a half-embrace.

“Baby, what’s the matter? Was it a nightmare?”

He had them, on occasion. Nature of the job, you knew that when you got involved. But he’d never seen this bad. It takes a minute or two before Johnny can bring himself to pull his trembling hands from his face, eyes puffy and wet with tears.

“B-Bonnie…? Yer… Yer okay?”

Soap was beginning to care less and less if this was a delusion. He would live in whatever reality kept you with him.

“I should be asking you that… Oh, Johnny—“ you sighed before wrapping him in a tight hug, even though his face and neck were wet and a little snotty from all of his crying.

“But, the blood—“

“Oh my god. Please, I’m so embarrassed… my period started while I was sleeping. I was so excited about you coming home that I totally lost track of the days…”

“So ye were gone because—“

“I left to clean myself up and get water… I wanted to change the sheets, but I didn’t want to wake you…” you start connecting the dots, even more embarrassed from all the worry you caused. “Did you think something happened to me?”

“Thought I fockin’ killed ye!” He says with a new wave of tears rushing to him, this time in relief. He pulls you in about as close as he can.

“Well, uhm… you basically did with like the dozen orgasms you gave me when you turned. I didn’t… I didn’t know your cock would do that thing, uhm, where it swelled up and… god, it was so hot,” you murmur, face feeling a bit warm just recalling it. A shiver runs through Johnny’s spine— your confession would have him thumping his tail if he still had it.

“Marry me.”

[aloehandsanitizer]

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[skulldetergent]

i don't think that soap is a picky eater AT ALL. but whenever he doesn't like the taste of something, he will slip it onto ghost's plate, who absolutely inhales everything that is given to him

[machveil]

“kiss injuries better” Reader x “purposely gets his lip busted in training” Soap. spit slick and bloody make out session, god forbid a man wants to feel better after he paid Gaz to punch him

[sillyswriting]

mood seeing this :

Aether

@AetherDraw

[skyrigel]

Reader who doesn't speak English as their first language and Simon being so in love !!

Over the dinner course, you leaned forward confidently, like you were sharing a secret.

"I think we should buy a baby wheelchair for them."

Price's missus was going to have a baby shower next week.

"Wot?" Simon blinked.

"A baby wheelchair—" You pulled your fist into a punching stance and moved it back and forth, mimicking a tiny car. "Like a baby car… phew phew."

"Oh, that's a stroller." Simon raised a brow, watching your head bobble in a self-absorbed nod.

"Exactly, baby car… stroller."

And it was so cute when you looked up at him whenever you forgot certain words.

"Simon, how do you say in English? The takka-takka-takka—"

"Helicopter," Simon said fondly, earning himself a sweet peck on the lips.

The task force enjoyed it immensely. When Soap said, “Break a leg !” and you raised up a fight at why Simon should break his leg.

Or when Kyle couldn't stop laughing so much with the way you pronounced, “Bitch” to the bird who was hitting up on Simon.

And Simon loved it all, felt love in your eyes through your words, especially when you used his vocabulary—God, it did something to him.

Saying "bugger" when you put too much ketchup, and "bloody freezin’, innit?!" with that corky little smile because you knew how much it wrecked him.

"Bollocks," you would curse, and he’d already be losing his heart and mind, dragging you to the bedroom.

The way you would slip into your native dialect when you were upset, voice rising as you made frustrated noises—Simon would forget the argument entirely, just watching you with that pretty face he’d go to war for.

And something, something about the way you said "I love you" in your native language first, just as softly, and how you called him "my love" in that same way too.

Bloody hell, he’s so in love.

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