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MDNI 18+

Soap MacTavish absolutely has a food fetish and an incredible sense of taste. You take advantage of this frequently. Tying him to a chair and wrapping a silken blindfold around his eyes.

You're too eager to get started, and his excitement is already equally apparent by the massive bulge tenting within his pants.

You start easy. Fruits and cheeses that are quickly identifiable. And with every correct response, you reward him with your mouth.

A torrid kiss. Your lips sealing over the flesh of his neck. Dragging your teeth along the deep curve of his chest.

The more expertise the morsel, the better the payoff for him in return.

Sliding your tongue along the length of his torso. Tearing his pants away to glide your lips along the the enormity of his thighs. And all culminating in that last bite that will have you wrapping your luscious lips around his engorged length.

You add in a few more difficult, delectable queries to throw him off and revel in the delicious whimpers that roll over his lips.

Only to give in too easily as you swallow the throbbing flesh of his cock, nearly to the hilt as his swollen tip kisses the back of your throat. Keeping him blindfolded so he can only take in the feel of your drenched and tight mouth around him.

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This brain worm has been bugging me all week.

MDNI 18+

Mechanic Soap who you meet at your local body shop in need of a quick repair to your car's door. It's a hefty dint, needing structural repair and a few layers of paint. You know this and are prepared to face the irrefutable mumblings of a man who thinks you to be just some typical dumb blonde.

Mechanic Soap who doesn't beat around the bush, tells you as is that it'll take a few days to repair the inner framework and add the required layers of paint to make it seamless to the rest of the vehicle.

Mechanic Soap already meeting your standards in someone who doesn't see you as just some woman who doesn't know what she's talking about. Willing to go over, in an overly detailed manner, the mechancis and functionality of the repair and necessities to fulfill such a task.

Mechanic Soap who makes you spill out that you have a vintage '68 Shelby Fastback in your garage that you've been painstakingly putting back together. Peaking his interest while he goes over the cost of the door mend, mindlessly mumbling that he'd be willing to assist in said vintage restoration if you'd let him.

Mechanic Soap who starts hanging around your garage all hours of the day as he tends to the intricacies and overly detailed rehabilitation that had taken you years to achieve. Effortlessly bringing the rusted frame of the muscle car to life, the chassis glistening in the afternoon light as you do your best to attend to his needs while not gawking at his expert hand.

Mechanic Soap who asks for nothing in return for working on such a classic in vehicular engineering. Yet you shower him in nothing but your best of culinary skills. Feeding him after a days work with such delicacies that only a skilled baker could attain.

Mechanic Soap who starts staying hours after the sun had set beyond the horizon, making his way into the intimacy of your home as you regularly extended an invitation for him stay for dinner. Infiltrating your daily life in a way you had never dreamed. Pleading for him to keep you company as weeks steadily turned to months of courting.

Mechanic Soap who shows just how eager he is by splaying you out on your bed. Working you into a pleasured mess on his fingers and tongue before tearing his clothes away to finally bestow you a more thorough experience. His unending stamina on full display as he contorts you into every position known to man. And a few you had never even heard of. Using his well-earned physique to his advantage, pushing you to the limits of ecstasy and more than likely earning a fee noise complaints from your neighbors.

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Mechanic Soap who finally displays his unending talents as he worked his calloused hands over your voluptuous curves. Kneading into your supple flesh as he spread you open to finally take in the feast he had been so desperate to taste. Lapping his tongue between your folds, focusing on your pulsing bud as you writhe in pleasure beneath his expert grasp.

Mechanic Soap who now makes you breakfast every morning before you go to work. Always has the coffee ready, mixed with your favorite creamer and lunch waiting on the table. Sending you off onto your day with a smile that could light up a whole city, and a peck on the cheek that stays with you for the entirety of your day.

Mechanic Soap who came into your life by accident but has now permanently etched himself into your daily routine. You can't recall what your days were like before him, and you dared not imagine them without him.

Mechanic Soap who doesn't buy you a wedding ring. He forges one from the metal bearings of a camshaft. The sparklng gem at the centerpiece is an expertly crafted piece of iron ore, polished and etched to a glistening surface that shines with an iridescence like no other.

Mechanic Soap who doesn't marry you at the altar. He proclaims his vows at a local pub in Glasgow. Whisking you away for a honeymoon in the Scottish highlands where he treats you like a Scottish queen and worships the very ground you walk on.

A happy accident that turned into a life of unending royalties, and you're in no mind to ever want to remove the crown he so helplessly placed on top of your pretty little head.

This is just a bunch of mumbo jumbo. But I had to get it out. Thanks for reading my mindless rambles.

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A-Am I interrupting something…

“English Mactavish” STOP IT RN

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I'm pretty sure that my liver is trying its damnedest to hitchhike its way out of my body.

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Chris Redfield does not view you as a catch.

You are not meant to be taken in such an unassuming light. To be caged. Molded into a lifeless husk. Cold marble replacing the warm light of the deity he knew you to be.

You are meant to be worshiped.

To be looked upon with a sense of grace and respect. To have men waiting at your every beck and call as the world worked itself aimlessly around your existence.

This was his reasoning, of course. He couldn't think of any other rational thought when he was around you. He attributed his mindlessness to an all power he could not contend with. Merely succumbing to the divine ways about you until he was nothing more than a prophet groveling at your feet.

Pleading for your foresight. Begging for a taste of your bread. And once you gave him a drop of your sacred wine, he was forever bestowed to you. Etched within the flying cathedral of your heart as he made his repentance to you every night within the sanctity of your bed.

I have absolutely no idea what this is, but this man is taking over my brain, and I don't know what to do about it.

@homicidal-slvt , this is all your fault (thank you)

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What the hell is happening to me?

Me, a full blooded Soap Thirster.

Yeah. These men haunt my dreams.

Chris Redfield existing

Oh, for fuck's sake.....

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Gym Rat Soap doesn't help you recover from a bender by simply giving you fluids and an Advil.

His mindset is much more elaborate.

You have to sweat out the overabundance of alcohol prior to beginning the recovery.

And what better way than expelling the toxins then by riding his cock.

He'll guide you for the first half. His hands glued to your hips as you aimlessly bounce on top of him.

But the remainder is all on you.

And if you're unwilling to go the distance, be prepared to feel the full force of him as he flips you over and wraps your legs around his waist and shows you what it means to completely cleanse yourself of all unnecessary and over indulgent concoctions within your inebriated system.

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Soap and Mason playing Oculus together would probably be one of the funniest things ever to be seen.

They'd mostly likely break something (the tv), fall over the couch or end up running into each other so many times you'd have to end up putting them on either sides of the room.

I know the gif isn't Oculus, don't @ me. I'm just trying to prove a point at how stupid these two dumbasses would be with VR headsets.

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i know that everyone says this but the mw3 rm soap death was shit awful . looking back at it, logistically , it shouldn’t have happened .

so the first injury in this was soap being shot in the right shoulder (most likely in joint tendon region) . pretty painful , and if did hit in the area i believe it did , would hinder mobility in the upper right region of the body (neck, arm, some torso muscles .

HOWEVER !! soap has proven to be shot in similar or worse regions in other missions and has been able to carry through and complete objective alive .

what you are seeing is a move that should have killed makarov instantly . this is a stab performed to the external jugular vein (and due to soaps experience , possibly a carotid artery . i was taught this attack in weapons studies , my friends in the military were also taught that this region is one of the quickest ways to krill . (not giving murder advice just trying to prove a point please don’t ban me) not to mention this is immensely painful . realistically , mans should have dropped then and there . not to mention there were sas soldiers who should have opened fire the second they saw him anyways ??

now THIS is the part that pisses me off the most. see makarov’s lock ? that actively engages the trapezius and scalene muscles , which would be DIRECTLY affected from the stab would . combined with the fact that soap is (estimated) 80-90 kgs , he would not have been able to perform that lock let alone hold it .

and with soap being part of the fucking MILITARY , he should have been able to get out of that by a) breaking the locked arm and using the other hand to either disarm / kill makarov (which he should have been able to handle , especially judging by the fucking alone mission) or b) hitting the back of makarovs knee to send them both to the ground, slip under him to not break his arm and hit em w the buck+trap+flip to get a vantage, and then continue the fight from there, which should be very short anyways considering that makarov’s bleeding out faster than a fucking SNAKE STRIKE . and somehow with the majestic force of activision giving less than 2 fucks about all the characters and medical theory there , makarov manages to get a straight aim and shoot soap straight through the ear ??!! and then bolt past a fuck ton of bullets that should have BEEN FIRED ON HIM EARLIER and then hurl himself INTO A TRAIN . if you wanted to kill of one of the leads in the modern warfare series , do it in a way that is well written and thought out and accurate .

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"So you do like me?"

"I like you alive."

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pls take this sick doodle as an apology for not posting

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4Runner Soap x f!reader hunting/chasing trope

cw: mention of firearms

4Runner Soap is a hunter. He's proficient in the detection of deer, hog, bear, wolf and the greater cats.

He has a habit of doing perimeter checks when you stake down a camping site deep in the wilderness. Trekking a three hundred meter circle around the epicenter and painstakingly scrutinizing the environment for any signs of big game or nearby predators.

You, on the other hand, generally stay behind to finish with the tented habitat provisions.

Water filter? Check. Propane cooker? Done. Chairs and portable table? Set up before he had time ask. 9mm Browning? Already on your hip.

Through years of monthly excusions and weekly trips to the range, you'd become quite adept at laying out a well executed and comforting encampment that is both fitting for your security and adequate to the needs of his militarized undertones.

Your curiosity peaked one brisk afternoon once stringing up the necessities in record time. Deciding to interject Soap's wilderness reconnaissance with a most perplexing inquiry.

"Can I join you?"

He eyes you over with a glance. A smile creeping into the corner of his mouth as he holsters his custom made 1911 pistol.

And a sudden flame ignites in the blue of his eyes as he contemplates your inclusion to come along.

"Aye," he answers lowly. Maintaining his composure with a steady brow.

"Be good fer ya to get acclimated with the terrain, bonnie. Learn the ways of the bush an' all."

You answer with a smile of your own. Content and relieved with his comfort for you to tag along.

Your lips then quietly part to express your gratitude. But the words disappear on your tongue as he leans in and whispers with a tantalizing bite into your ear.

"Besides. Never know when yer gonnae need ta hol' up in a tree if a wolf be huntin' ya."

Part 1 Part 2

4Runner Wingman Masterlist

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MDNI 18+

cw: mentions of alcohol

Captain MacTavish gets overly needy and desperate when he's had one too many whiskys.

If you're out with him at a bar or with company, he'll keep himself in check. But expect his hand to be surgically attached to your thigh the entire time. Teasingly inching forward until you swat him away with a firm 'don't even think about it' stare. He pulls back for a while. Retracing his efforts repeatedly until you finally give in and take his needy drunk ass home.

The same can not be said if you're at home with this inebriated beast.

Good luck trying to pull your way out of his grasp. Constantly pawing at your hips. Burying his face and mumbling into your neck as he lays his massive weight against you in the couch.

"C'mon, love. Jus' lemme have a taste. Y'know I get a bad case a'the munchies when I've had too much a th'cratur."

You remain steadfast. Stoic to his liquored induced privation for as long as you can. However, it's when he flashes you those glazed baby blues accompanied by a whimper you'd be damned came from another man that you ultimately falter.

"Oh, for God's sake. Fine. But make it quick. I am trying to catch up on Black Mirror here."

You had to rewatch the last four episodes of the season over again the next day. Because if there's one thing Captain MacTavish does not suffer from, it's whisky dick. And his unending need to constantly feast in your cunt.

Non Oblitus.

a/n: cratur - whisky

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

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Captain Gym Rat Soap can fold me in half like a panini maker and complement on how the yoga's working and I'd be totally fine with that.

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"Break's over, Roach. Let's go."

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IM DONE WITH MY FINAL EXAMS YIPPPPEE have some hoochie daddy shorts soap

oh and one more.

(if you wanna see the full pic its on my twitter!!! )