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[soap2day40]

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[bluegiragi]

they're touchy

[soapbbox]

consider: cogless Megatron on his throne, trying and failing to look intimidating. can’t even get a good Evil Slouch going, he’s too small to use both the armrests at the same time.

Chair is currently off limits

[spiltspit]

so many ways to say I love you

(Little comic page of them up on paytreeon)

[gomzdrawfr]

boom? boom.

[accecakes]

I gotta do mah laundry

So they must do laundry too

[gasoline0816]

[m-1-8]

perfect height for a forehead smooch

[staytrueblue]

a very good angle of Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Prices laps..enjoy

[notyoucat]

Happy international seal day everyone! 💀🧼🦭

[soap2day40]

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[bluegiragi]

i think simon's hair would get pretty scruffy when it grows out on leave...

(speedpaint under the cut!)

[goaskangel]

how the 141 eat you out !!

price, ghost, gaz, soap headcanons ^o^

price likes to keep things easier for himself. augh, he’s just getting older by the minute and can’t keep up with your youth—doesn’t mean he’ll let his birdie down, of course. he’ll shush any overthought anxieties that come from you when he tells you to get up and sit on his face. 

laying down on your comfy, shared bed and patting the space next to him, praising you, “tha’s a good girl,” when you comply, hovering over his jaw. your clothed pussy’s drenched middle sends soft grins to the man below you, he takes a quick lick at the sweet slick seeping through and hums in delight. 

he wastes no time to rip them away to kiss and suck at his favorite girl. his big hands massage your thighs to keep them open as his beard tickles and scratches at your inner thighs, his obscene spits and skilled tongue’s noises are faint under the hearty moans you let out. you sure as hell won’t be strong enough to get up from the sheets when he’s pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

ghost is just nasty with it. he doesn’t care where you guys are or what you’re doing, if he’s craving the taste of you on his tongue, he’ll go for it. his speciality being kneeled down and smothering his face into your cunt. in public, he’ll push you and seduce you enough into going into a bar’s stingy bathroom, “nobody will catch us, ‘ere, love. just follow me.” 

he’ll sacrifice his good jeans to kneel down on the dirty floor when he’s got you sat on the clogged sinks, your short dress coming up even shorter as he hooks his fingers down to get to you. simon lifts his cloth mask up just above his nose to kiss and suck at your sloppy folds. he could almost laugh at how nervous you were before to just how wet you were for him and how loud you were moaning, but he just shoves his face deeper into you. 

and some–most–of the time, he’ll get on his knees in the kitchen where you stand at the counter, jumping slightly with the surprise of your boyfriend behind you, lifting your little robe up to shove his tongue to your pussy. he loves spreading your ass, kissing ‘em gently as well before focusing on swirling his tongue on your clit. he’s definitely leaving bite-marks on your ass. 

gaz is awfully impressive with how he eats you out. from how his mouth tongue-fucks yours and his skilled fingers rolling waves in your cunt, he loooves combining the two when he gets the chance to kiss your pretty pussy. when you’re both home from a long day and he joins you in the bedroom, kissing up on your face as you hold him, giggling, before trailing down your body to your open legs.

he undresses you with smooth and romantic touches, his lips holding that same love. pressing little kisses around your slicked folds and finally frenching with your clit. he’s trying to hide his eagerness but he can’t help it, you instantly start writhing when he licks pressured tongue-kisses on your needy bud, waiting until you produce enough slick yourself to slither two fingers inside.

you gasp at the impact and involuntary feel your eyes roll back at the double satisfaction. the feeling of kyle’s fingers rubbing right on your gummy spot inside you while he’s sucking your clit right gives you an early climax. he sits up, licking his lips as his hand goes past his waistband, “needy, needy girl. how’s about your cunt kissing something else?” 

soap goes to you almost always the same way when he wants you. just comfy, what you think is plain and boring-old you. you’re lying lazily on the couch, watching some show that came on until johnny comes in with love-filled eyes. ( i mean when aren’t they??? )

he admires the pretty figure of your body just relaxing, your shirt loose but tight enough to emphasize the curves of your tits. maybe you’re not wearing a bra and he’s literally drooling at the nice plump shadow of your shirt. he finds his spot between your legs, pulling your shorts off with his teeth, “don’t mind me, bonnie. continue whatcha doin’.” but god it’s so hard to focus on the crappy tv show when he’s just lapping at your sweet pussy and stimulating your puffy lips with his tongue. 

your body moves in waves as you whine at his stupidity. but it’s not stupidity at all but rather the best fucking session he’s given to you. just random love he’s making to your cunt with his tongue. you pull and tease at the tufts of hair, climaxing immediately when he looks up at you with the same slyest and sexiest gaze he got you with.

want some more cod?

[tobeholyistobeempty]

obsessed with the idea of soap being the long term guy friend of yours that you swear you’d never hookup with because he’s just not your type and you really just don’t see him like that - until you suddenly go through a nasty breakup and find yourself under him being absolutely worshipped and overstimmed and fucking devoured from every possible angle. soap would happily play the long game and god would he ever play it well.

[syoddeye]

you lose a bet. that's the only reason you're here, standing stiffly inside the train station, clutching a FREE HUGS sign instead of your last shreds of dignity.

you don't like talking to strangers. you certainly don't like touching strangers. and you make sure your face says exactly that. flat, unwelcoming, radiating pure do not perceive me energy.

for the most part, it works. only a handful of bewildered elders have taken you up on the offer, their hugs short and polite. a wayward toddler briefly latched onto your leg like a barnacle, but that was more an ambush than a hug. with less than an hour left in your sentence, you're starting to believe you'll make it through unscathed. your friends are in for an earful when you meet up later.

until you see them.

a group of men disembark from a train. big men, broad-shouldered, all muscle, and oozing confidence. they haul heavy bags like they weigh nothing, laughing and talking amongst themselves. you barely spare them a thought beyond what the fuck are they feeding them?

then one of them—in a cap pulled low—catches your eye.

he nudges the man beside him, smirking. and that man, whose hair is shaved into a godforsaken mohawk, turns to follow his friend's gaze. even across the station, you see how wide his eyes go. how sharp his smile turns.

oh no.

the group stops. he drops his bag. and then—

he starts toward you.

you should move. you should absolutely move.

his pace picks up. he weaves around people.

is he—oh my god, is he running?

your sign slips from your hands, forgotten. you throw up your arms in defense before he's on you. but instead of barreling into you like the juggernaut, two thick arms wrap around you, lifting you clean off the ground a few inches.

then stubble scrapes your neck. a kiss is pressed to it. warm, wet, and shameless.

and right in your ear, loud and wistful, "oh, bonnie, s'good to see you."

in shock, you squirm in his arms and hear a deeper, rumbling voice wave off some concerned bystander.

"nothin' to see here, folks. just a sweetheart welcomin' her man home."

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Lunchtime with Simon Ghost Riley

This is a continuation of this post since y’all liked it so much (thanks btw for all the likes and reblogs, it made my day)

Simons grown accustomed to eating quickly due to his many years in the military, any meal you make him is gone in under 5 minutes.

When you first started this routine it annoyed you, you wanted to eat with him, not have him gulp down his food then stare at you while you eat. Overtime though you’ve given up, you watch him gulp down his food every morning, then watch as he places his plate and Riley’s bowl in the sink before walking out you following quickly behind him, you either give him his lunch then or promise to stop by later with his food and eat with him, then he bends down, pats Riley’s head, always whispering the same thing “keep ‘er safe, ya?” Before coming up to you kissing you muttering a simple “I love yer” before heading off.

Simon loves the days you sit and eat with him, the moment you (and Riley of course) show up he's kicking everyone out his office, ignoring Soaps whines about now having to eat alone as he ushers you in. And of course just like breakfast he's done in under five minutes but this time he gets to stare at you while you eat and he gets to hear you talk about your day so far. You can’t complain about him watching you either or he’ll hit you with “Ye watched me eat this mornin lovie, I didn’t complain” and secretly you’ve grown to love the way he looks at you while you eat, and you know he can’t help but absolutely inhale his food like an wild animal.

kinda a part three