#soap hc

[gloomwitchwrites]

I got like an idea-

Have you seen those art trends where it’s like- “Us after pound town”?

The one recording is like covered in hickeys, bruises, bitemarks etc but is completely fine and eating their meal? Then they flip the camera and it’s the top who is like wrecked. Heavily panting, shaking, unable to eat their food.

Imagine that- but the 141 x reader 😂

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Reader: happily eating their meal like the 141 didn’t blow their back out less than an hour ago.

Price: all deep breathing and forced focus—pretends (and fails to hide) that his hand isn’t shaking every time it emerges from under the table.

Soap: hisses every time he tries to rest his back against the booth (it’s covered in scratches.)

Gaz: can’t pick up his silverware because his fingers and hands are sore from staying in the same position while bringing you orgasm after orgasm.

Ghost: winces every time he moves because his dick is sore from you milking every drop.

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[codnasties]

just a horny thought but the way i would fucking KILL for soap to let me worship his abs like this, licking and kissing him up creating a trail on the way to his pretty dick 💖👄💖

[lay-z]

Simon with a monster cock this, Johnny with a fat girthy cock that

What if they have, like... normal sized, uncircumcised peepees??? 🍄‍🟫 I'd be aaaaall over that like I'm sucking on a sweet, pretty lollipop without having to worry that I'll gag on it too badly while they coo at me for doing a good job 👏🏻

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Hello Sleepy! :D before nothing I have to say that I LOVE YOUR ART!! and it inspires me to improve my art

My question is about Soap, What kind of girls do you think would be Soap's ideal type?

Hello Thank you so much, glad to be an inspiration to you! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

Well, I'm not much of a Soap girl, but from my observation, I think Soap's Ideal Type would be like this 👀 :

✨🧼 Soap's Ideal Type HC ✨🧼

Soap's an extrovert, that much is obvious I think. He's spontaneous and is open to many options in life. So he's gonna need someone who can handle his spontaneity but also reminds him of the risks of the decisions he makes.

Soap is confrontational and wouldn't just stay still if something's wrong. His partner needs to be able to handle the conflicts and realize that he loves them and wants this relationship to go right.

I HC Soap as someone whose love language is Quality Time. A good example of it would be working out with him. He's definitely the type of BF who'd take his partner to the gym and work out with him, and he'd push you to the limit. He's a hardcore gym guy and it usually leaves you tired to keep up with his routine. But Soap would be proud of his partner for trying to keep up with him (amazingly) and for making an effort to spend time with him doing the things he love.

In exchange, he'd spend time with you doing the things you love. The more physically active the activity is, the more he likes it.

Soap's a sergeant for one of the most elite task forces in the world. As much of a positive man that he is, his partner should check up on him occasionally, be his safe place if he needs some venting.

Flexible. I feel like things in a relationship with Soap wouldn't be so structured not only because of his job, but also because he's spontaneous. Things during dates can change from the plan because he's in a mood for something else, so be sure to be flexible with him!

So yes here're my thoughts of Soap's ideal type! Share your thoughts 👀✨🧼

[luci4theminorannoyance]

HI POOKS!!!

can i pretty please get soap with a reader who's a professor soccer/football player?

-deep in your subconscious you know who this is.

a/n: I know who you are pook- it’s very obvious :)

Soap:

-he played soccer as a kid, and occasionally watches it whenever there’s a player from his town

-frankly didn’t know you played soccer until you told him

-he was SHOCKED! And a tiny bit offended you hadn’t told him earlier so that he could have gone to more of your games

-unironically pulls out his phone to search you up and secretly buy tickets to any game with you in it

-becomes your number one fan, your team logo sewn onto the side of his hoodie or a patch of your team number and team logo secretly ironed onto the collar of his military uniform

-adores watching you get ready for a game and adores watching you win even more

-has ran up to hug you on live television and plans to do it again

-this man is the most pda person to ever exist, so he probably brags about you any chance he can get

[abusivegymrat]

Being the only female in 141, but not in the “they all wanna fuck me uwu” way…

cute lil drabble (im sleep deprived as hell)

wc: 243

These men have no idea how to do the most basic tasks, taking care of themselves be damned.

They looked at you like they saw a ghost the first time you sat down with something on your plate that wasn’t a can of corn, beans, tuna or MRE’s. Holy shit, you’re eating from a plate, love!

And it was like you grew three heads when you wiped the table after Gaz spilled water, why didn’t you let it dry? Or that time you had to broom the dead mice out of the safe house. We could have lain down next to them, sweetheart! Oh when you made dinner for them? You won their hearts…

This wasn’t about gender roles, no, you weren’t doing this because you had to. You weren’t the problem for doing it, they were the problem for being so fucking dumb.

“Are you lot some sort of loyalty as in riches, or fucking rags?”

“Wha’?” Simon blurts.

“Are you this incompetent because you’ve never done anything and people did shit for you your entire life, or are you just… straight completely useless with no excuse?” The genuineness in your voice is a shock factor itself, enough to make the captain’s eyebrows raise.

“Lass, are you okay—“

“Soap, you just told me you’ve never held a broom in your life.”

One time, Gaz was cleaning ketchup from the table with rounded motions, smearing it over the table. Your breath hitched. “GARRICK!”

They’re nervous around you since.

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Simon Riley Headcanons

- Will sit in silence for so long it scares the shit out of you when he does say something.

- Had to start making noises when he moved around the house bc the giant is someone so quiet and again scared the shit out of you every time he entered the room.

- Can remember everything, the most insane details but still gets it wrong like: you ask him to grab your black boots and he’s like “ah yes the boots you wore on our 4th date when you ordered this specific food and the waiters name was Steve” uh ya ok sure those boots. But he comes back holding heels not boots. And they’re blue not black and then is genuinely confused as to why You’re confused

- Big hot sexy man but sadly just a man. What do you mean you packed for a two week trip? Simon there are only 3 shirts in that bag. “Threes enough” no pants? “M’wearing them”

- Will hold your purse for you and if you tell him to stop holding it weird (straight out in front of him) he’ll sling it over his shoulder and next thing you know his pockets are empty and your purse is full of his keys, wallet, knives.

- Tries to get you to hit Johnny if he makes any crude comments (or unfunny jokes actually if he speaks to you at all) Legit whispering in your ear like the lil angel and devil shoulder guys “jus one punch lovie”

- Old fashioned manners (I see this one a lot in Simon stuff and big agree) you are never paying. Never touching door. In or out of the car? Sit and wait patiently. Sidewalk rule? Fuck any car for even thinking about driving near the sidewalk YOU are on. Princess treatment for life with this one

- So easy to train. Big man loves following an order. Something you want him to do? Done you never have to ask again. Whether it be buying a specific brand. How to wash specific types of clothes. Shoes off household? He’s got house slippers the next time he comes over

- Nerves of steal. Big bad Ghost. Except when he meets your friends for the first time. Brunch with a bunch of girls just like you? Just put him down pls double tap to the head what the fuck does slay mean. He never learned this language. He texts soap during the brunch to translate for him (I saw a headcannon? Actual canon? Once that said soap had 6 sisters. And ya agreed)

[forsaire]

soap isn't scared to tell his parents he's dating a boy

no

he's scared to tell his parents that the boy is English

[cod-dump]

After a long mission with no rest:

Price: Dead eyes, he looks like he's going to kill someone. He's mumbling. Do not ask him to repeat himself unless you want his frustrations taken out on you verbally. Has had four cups of coffee and a pack of cigs. Don't look him in the eye.

Soap: He can't keep focus, what is he even looking at? Trails off in the middle of talking. No, he probably won't finish that thought, better luck next time. He has been chewing on his hoodie drawstrings, don't let him swallow them, please.

Ghost: Has been staring at the spot on the wall for the last twenty minutes without blinking. Is he dead? Or sleeping with his eyes open? Either option is possible. Don't touch him, he will bite. Have tea as an offering.

Gaz: Looks like he's about to cry. Nothing productive has come from him since the flight landed. Don't ask him to do anything because it won't get done. Yes, he heard you. No, he will not respond.

Nik: Has been laughing to himself. Did he fly here? Yes. Is he flying back? No his keys are being taken from him, he's passing out in hanger in the back of his bird. Will be mistaken for dead later.

Laswell: She's talking fast but she is not making as much sense as she should. Frustrated, she has her head in her hands. Will fall asleep like that. No, she doesn't want a cup a tea, she wants concentrated caffeine injected into her veins, fuck off.

Graves: If looks could kill... His hair is sentient, he has not touched it since they got to exfil. Southern charm? No, southern sarcasm. He requires thirteen hours of an uninterrupted coma and a pot of coffee.

Alejandro: Incredibly argumentative. Personal space? He doesn't know what that is, doesn't care. Don't be fooled, he's going to start crying if he can't get to a bed in a pitch black room soon.

Rudy: Sarcasm to the max, will make someone cry. If he doesn't answer the first time then don't repeat yourself. He will bitch until he gets to curl up in bed. Don't touch him if you value any and all of your fingers.

Farah: Trying to be overly friendly because she doesn't want to unintentionally upset someone while exhausted. Will say something bitchy then immediately apologize. Please get her some coffee.

Alex: On autopilot, isn't all there. He can go for another two days before passing out. Don’t let him do that. Will say something batshit and then move on without acknowledging it. He's talking to the clowns, do worry about it.

[walmart-icarus]

Johnny carves things out of wood.

It’s expected, since the Scot is usually seen as an artist and it’s way easier to carry wood and a Swiss-army knife in a war zone than a sketchbook and pencil.

His most recent figurine, is a small horse. He proudly places it on Ghost’s personal desk in the barracks.

“…It’s a horse.” Simon states the obvious

“Aye, that it is.”

Ghost picks up the little horse, seeming smaller in this large hands.

“Kinda looks like you. Hairstyle an’ all.” He says lowly after a few moments. Soap rolls his eyes.

“Away n’ bile yer heid, sir. I’ll take it back, then-“ He answers, reaching his hand to grab the wooden horse, but Simon’s reflexes are faster.

“I didn’t say you should take it back sergeant.”

Johnny huffs and scuffles his hair self consciously. He turns around to leave before getting interrupted.

“Johnny, why do horses look so fit?

…

It’s because they have a stable diet.”

“I’m leaving.”

"Johnny im just horsing around."

[gloomwitchwrites]

Can you rank them on how much they’d tolerate clingy cuddles? On my period and very clingy and emotional rn

Soap: This man wants to touch you and to be touched constantly. You're feeling clingy? Need lots of cuddles? Soap will flop down on the bed or sofa or floor or wherever you're wanting snuggles, hold out his arms, and accept you into his open arms. No fuss from him. Use him as a body pillow. Chew on his arm. He wants it all.

Gaz: Classic cuddler. He’ll pull you in immediately because he knows you need it before you do. Gaz is not as touch heavy as Soap, but he enjoys touching you whenever it happens. Gaz is more likely to verbalize his need for space in a healthy way. Sometimes, we can’t always be available, and Gaz is able to articulate this to you in a respectful tone, but also reassures you that it’s not you.

Price: Allows you to cling to him but will absolutely vocalize any and all discomfort. Not in a rude way, but in the “I’m old and my back hurts and we need to change position and my muscles need a good stretch because they’re going stiff” sort of way. Price won’t deny you, but he’ll grumble and groan with a smile.

Ghost: If you're feeling clingy, Ghost might lay down with you and allow you to cling to him, but too much touching can overstimulate him sometimes, so he'll be a little back-and-forth. If you're feeling ultra clingy, Ghost might say "come here" and snuggle you. Other times, he might just extend an arm as an invitation because it's what you need. Either way, he won't put up a fuss, and he won't complain even if you hang onto him all day.

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[eleu22]

idk if yall missed my headcanons but i got bored and figured out which dog breed the 141 would be + co authored by my dog neek friend

[lay-z]

Here, have another one...

18+

If you're dating Johnny and you tell him that you own sex toys/dildos, he will definitely measure and compare his cock to them to make sure they're not bigger than his dingeling.

[spurbleu]

it’s over the minute you start playing hide and seek.

johnny has a big family. his siblings have kids, his parents siblings have kids who also have kids, which means a holiday leave offers limited privacy and abundant chaos.

he’s learned to embrace it. adores it, even. kids stroke his ego like no other, and the more he can see his parents the less he pays attention to the new wrinkles and the reality he only has so much time to hold their hand. to be someone’s son.

but you? the sweet, unassuming bird who he met by happenstance, who’s the first person he’s brought home for an approaching decade? he winces as he grabs your bags from the trunk- already expecting the fawning- the embarrassing prattles they’ll throw your way.

he was not expecting you to navigate it though.

the adults love you. turns out all the same charms that had him whipped works fairly well with his relatives. three glasses of wine in and he can still hear his aunt laughing. genuinely. that’s a miracle.

and don’t even get him started with the nieces and nephews.

stole all his thunder and he isn’t even mad about it. watches as they chase you in the backyard, cartwheeling around while you catch your breath.

his sister nudges him in the side and he starts.

“how’d ye catch a bonnie like tat?”

you send him a lopesided smile from across bronzing grass. you’re glowing.

yeah, he’s a goner. “couldnae tell ye.”

[slaughter-kin]

YEAH? AND?

[hatsbuckets]

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost