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Writing this down bc I liked this dream and I don't want to forget it

An evil, powerful witch-queen lady captured me and made me her prisoner pet (and there was a brief moment in my dream where I think I had powers similar to a werewolf, I don't remember) and put an enchanted tattoo on my forearm that prevented me from leaving her home and let her know when I was trying to escape. I mostly avoided her, but I couldn't find a way out.

Then one day a squad of knight/soldier men broke into her home intent on taking her dead or alive. I was frightened and tried to hide as best I could while they fought her with their own powers (I think their armor was what gave them special abilities), but they were quickly subdued by her, forcefully knelt down with a string of the witch-queen's magic cuffing them; however, she missed one soldier and though he was there to defeat her, he saw me and snuck over to where I was hiding to help me.

He saw that I had her brand and he did something to the tattoo (I think with his powers) that kind of. stripped the tattoo away from me (painlessly), but left a scar of where it was at.

Prioritizing my safety, he helped me sneak out a secret way while the witch-queen was distracted with the other soldiers and was treating me so gently, like I was a feral stray dog learning to trust. We had to be quick, though, navigating out of the witch-queen's abode.

He showed me a hidden stash of food that I could have once we were just outside the boundaries of the witch-queen's place, but we still had to be careful and he took me through a maze that led to the kingdom he serviced. But just as we were nearing the kingdom's gates, the witch-queen caught up because the brand she gave me still had residual magic that helped her track us. She came to take me back as her pet and there was a battle between us (and somehow a few other superpowered people joined us).

This is where the dream kind of starts to repeat and doesn't really end. We never really make it to the kingdom, but I also fell in love with the kind soldier who rescued me (like, seriously. I wish he was real, he was really cute, too) and I think he liked me too, but we didn't have a chance to truly get to know each other and fall in love.

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Without glasses ver.

California girls hits different

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POV You're breaking his heart

(How dare you)

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》 18+ | afab!reader

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Calling Soap 'Sarge' and he thinks it sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth, but when he asks why you don't call him 'Soap' or 'John' or even 'MacTavish', you look embarrassed as you confess you don't really like his nickname and you couldn't remember what his first name is nor that his last name is MacTavish, just that it was Mac-something.

You called him 'Sarge' because it one, acknowledged his rank, and two, shortening sergeant sounded friendly, considering you worked with him frequently as an engineer.

He's offended, of course, so to make sure you never forget his name, he makes you scream it each time he pulls an orgasm out of you that night. Oh, and he'll do little pop quizzes in the middle of sex to ask you what his first or last name is again, and if you hesitate, he'll pull out and slap your pussy, repeating his question until you don't hesitate to answer.

But he does love it when you call him Sarge. Thinks of it as your special nickname for him. Just don't forget his name because he'll quiz you at the most random times with a warning pat against your ass. It's cute how you stand up a little straighter and quickly mumble out his name. He doesn't think he has to worry about you ever forgetting his name again, but it's always fun to remind you every now and then.

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Went to a wedding and now I'm thinking about a wedding with Soap...

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Ok. First-

Ahem. Now second:

"You're Soap's girl," he says.

YES.

Don't need to be known as anything else. Plus the captain himself said it so it's an official title.

Smart enough to know you're expendable; loyal enough to take orders, keep your mouth shut, and follow through without asking questions. Not the type of soldier he prefers, but in the right hands, you'd be lethal.

I love the acknowledgement in this whole paragraph. Especially that last sentence.

A soldier with potential and strengths that can be weaknesses, but the potential is there nonetheless. Just needs the right hand to bring out that lethality.

Then you look up, and your blood goes cold. Price is staring at you, and he's smirking.

Hehehehehe <- what was going on in my head (and Price's, i bet) when i got to this part

So down bad for Soap it's obvious i'm cackling

Soap is across the room in moments. He kneels next to you, his hands falling to your arm, to your shoulder, your neck. His thumb brushes across one of the many cuts on your cheek.

The way he checks her over i'm- ゜゜(´O｀)°゜(ノ´Д｀)ノ○|￣|＿

1.8k / 24 / soap soulmate au, part 4

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Price takes a seat opposite you. Ghost stands behind him, massive arms crossed. Price folds his hands together.

"Tea?" he asks.

You say nothing.

"Ghost, go get us some tea."

Ghost leaves. Price examines you, drumming his fingers against the table. He acts friendly. But he's not playing. You have no doubt he'll extract the information he needs by any means necessary. You need to make sure he doesn't figure out which of your buttons to press.

"You're Soap's girl," he says.

You say nothing. His stare presses in on you as heavily as the silence, pushing your back into your seat.

"Who is he to you?"

You shift, uncomfortable in your chair. "A stranger." You roll your shoulders as if trying to shrug off the implications. "An enemy, ostensibly."

Price leans closer. "You kiss your enemies often?"

Not until Johnny walked into your patrol path. 

"Left quite the impression on Soap. You made a bit of a mark on Ghost, too. Not that it’s hard." Price leans back, giving you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "He’s got a soft spot for Soap, hm? So he doesn't want you hurt. Doesn't want Soap put out."

You remain silent, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He studies you, utterly calm. He's trying to read you. It's obvious he has some kind of game plan, and now he thinks you have one, too.

"Weren't quite planning to walk into someone like him, were you? Things happened, didn't they? Things you had to work through."

"No."

"Really. 'Cause with the way you're acting, I'd wager you had different plans for yourself. Now you're all twisted up in this. Plans got ruined because he came along. Maybe you've got your own plans, hm? Got a whole life back home. A career, clearly. Nice little house. Maybe you've got a boyfriend already."

"What do you want?" you grit out.

"Access, love," he says, like this whole interrogation is just a pleasant chat. That new base of yours, the one Graves commandeered. How do you like it?"

"Barely seen it."

"I imagine you're rather busy lately, then. Lot on your mind. Shepherd must have you working hard." You notice a muscle twitching in his jaw. He has an iron grip on his temper. "But you saw enough of it to get a good look around, hm? The layout, the security, the systems. Tell me about it."

"I don't know anything."

"Nothing?" He leans forward again. He doesn't seem to like that answer. "The security cameras. The guards. The patrols. The sensors." His voice is low. "You don't know anything about those?"

"Didn't ask."

"Hm." His shoulders lift in a slight shrug as the expression on his face hardens further. "You didn't ask." He repeats. "Didn't ask. Didn't ask..." Then he pauses, staring through you. He leans back again. "No, of course not. You follow orders. You do your job. Can't fault you for that." He speaks with a cool tone, but there's a tightness in the lines of his jaw as he says it. "And now you're here and your buddies are gone. Just you. The only target left." He lets the silence stretch out. "Do you think Graves'll come for you?"

"No."

"Hm. Why not?"

"I'm a nobody."

"Hmmmmm." His smile doesn't change, but the lines around his eyes shift as if he finds that amusing. "And you're perfectly content with that? With knowing that when you walk into that base every day, you'll just be another body for Graves to throw onto the heap?”

You hold his gaze. "Yes."

"You don't think you're worth more than that?"

You say nothing.

The smile is still there, but his eyes narrow. He's judging you. Judging your worth. You hold his gaze. He seems to recognize something in you--that you're telling the truth. You know what you are. You're a mercenary. You're expendable.

"You must have a low opinion of yourself." He sighs, crossing his arms and settling a little further into his chair. "You've accepted you're not walking out of this base, then."

You nod.

Price examines you, eyes narrow and intense. Peeling you apart. You're certainly not an idiot. Smart enough to know you're expendable; loyal enough to take orders, keep your mouth shut, and follow through without asking questions. Not the type of soldier he prefers, but in the right hands, you'd be lethal.

Tough to crack, too. He rubs his chin. Hard to threaten someone who doesn't have anything to lose.

Two sharp knocks on the door herald Ghost, who slips back inside and closes the door. He's not carrying tea.

"Might want to pick up the pace," Ghost says. "Soap's back."

You stiffen, as much as you try not to show it.

Price's gaze flicks over to you, noting the tensing of your shoulders. "He knows?"

"Affirmative, sir. Someone outside must've seen her mark and tipped him off."

At that moment, there's a banging on the door. Johnny's voice echoes from the other side. "LT!"

Hearing it is a punch to the gut.

Soap keeps knocking. "Ghost, get yer lyin' arse out here!"

Price looks at Ghost and nods toward the door. "Go on, then, handle it."

Ghost curses under his breath and slips outside.

"Hell's fuckin' bells, LT, what's goin' on?"

Ghost's reply is too low and muffled to catch.

"Busy with what?" Soap snaps. "I know she's here. I need to see her."

Ghost's reply this time sounds harsher.

"Like hell I'm not. That's my goddamned soulmate, aye? My girl. I've got a right to see her. You'll not keep me from the one person in the whole bloody world that's mine."

"Captain's interrogating her." Ghost's tone is low and loud now, a warning. "You don't get special privileges with her."

Soap lets loose a string of colorful curses. You can make out roughly half of them through his accent. "What does Price think she's got that's so bloody important I don't get to know about it?"

"She's a Shadow, Johnny. Chrissake."

"Aye, an' she's in that room goin' it alone. She needs me."

Your heart twists in your chest, and it forces out a breath you didn't know you were holding. It's eating at your resolve. Just hearing him speak about you is making you want things you shouldn't. He sounds like he wants to protect you. Like you're worth something to him. You try to shake it out of your head. You're a prisoner here. This isn't a love story. He doesn’t love you. He doesn't know you.

Then you look up, and your blood goes cold. Price is staring at you, and he's smirking.

His eyes move over you, dissecting you piece by piece, and you feel your expression revealing too much. He saw your mask slip. He saw what you're concealing.

"I'll be damned." His smirk grows. "I thought Shadows were all cold-blooded bastards."

Your mouth twitches like it wants to bare teeth. "Go to hell."

"Ghost," he calls mildly at the closed door, "get in here. And bring Soap, would you?"

No no no no. Panic washes over you. You pull at your cuffs, feeling yourself lapse into a freeze response. Not Johnny. You can't face him. You try desperately to get a grip on your body's reaction, to remember your training.

You turn your head away from the door and fix your eyes on the opposite corner of the room. Among the many rifles and launchers racked on the walls, you find a pistol and you concentrate on it as hard as you can. You study the polish smudged near the mouth of the barrel. The scarred grip.

Behind you, the door opens.

Soap is across the room in moments. He kneels next to you, his hands falling to your arm, to your shoulder, your neck. His thumb brushes across one of the many cuts on your cheek.

You feel outside of yourself. Soap seems too fixated on your state of being to notice.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ. What did you rat bastards do to my girl?" he growls.

"She did this to herself," Ghost says. He puts his hand on Soap's shoulder. "And we need her restrained while we question her--"

"Back off," Soap warns, brushing his hand away. "Am not dealin' with you right now."

Price cuts in, voice firm. "Soap, cool off. Now."

Soap's temper flashes hot. His jaw clenches. His muscles tense. But he takes a deep, steadying breath. "Aye, Captain," Soap says. He straightens up, his hands falling away from your face. But it's clear his blood is still simmering. "Permission to remove her cuffs."

"Negative," Price says. Soap starts to say something, but Price cuts him off. "No. She's unpredictable. You know that as well as we do. We can't afford to trust her until we understand what Graves' orders are."

Soap curls and uncurls his fists, evidence of the sheer will he's exerting to keep his feet planted where they are. "And what do you expect me to do? Just leave her here? Not say a word to her?"

That smirk curls Price's lips again. "Quite the opposite. I'd like you to do the talking for us."

Price stands and gestures to Ghost again, and Ghost guides Soap by the shoulder over to him. Soap resists on principle for a moment before his mind catches up and he walks stiffly to the other side of the table.

“She has information we need," Price says. "Alejandro, remember? Once that's squared away, we'll need no hostage. You understand me?"

There's a beat of silence.

"You want me to interrogate her," Soap says.

"I want access," Price replies.

"And once I have the information?"

"Then she’s all yours. You can do whatever you like. Let her go. Hell, drive her to the airport if you want. But until then" --Price's hand lands on Soap's shoulder and pushes him down into the interrogator's seat across from you-- "she doesn't leave this room. You understand?"

You feel Soap's eyes on you.

"Fine. I'll do it. But it's gotta be me and her. No one else. You let me do my job the way I know it needs to be done."

"Hm." Price glances at you. You're still concentrating on the pistol on the far wall. "That's just fine. Ghost, let's give 'em some time alone."

Ghost follows Price out of the room, closing and locking the door behind them.

"Sir?" Ghost's voice is low and uncertain.

"Trust me, Soap is the leverage we needed. He'll do just fine.”

Ghost is quiet for a moment. "If he keeps his head on straight."

Price hums in agreement, his smile genuine now. "If he keeps his head on straight."

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part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / [part 4] / part 5

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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish gifs [4/?]

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Their meeting.

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Could you please tag your posts as smut or nsfw or put some kind of 18+ warning? 🥰

I can do that! I'll put it at the top or tag it.

You can filter these tags + filter out post content containing: "Mature Themes" or "18+"

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for the lovely @solivagantingrebel 💖

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"Un-fuckin-believable."

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141’s secret weapon…soap’s puppy dog eyes…

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Silly thought, but what if stroking Soap's cock thrice, for some unknown reason, always gave you good luck or something.

Like, maybe Soap doesn't believe in luck, but you do and you insist, genuinely and wholeheartedly, that after every time you stroke his cock three times, something good always happens to you, or something bad that was supposed to happen didn't. You're so pure in your insistence, too, that Soap can't help but allow you to stroke his cock thrice whenever you think you might need his luck.

His only condition in return is for you to give him an actual handjob later on after his luck helped you.

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Okay, we all know find that line of Soap hot! (Yes I love og Soap and reboot Soap so much). And I mean THIS line: Those two lines are hot. Well especially the first one. The second is kinda hot, but also bit scary since he really sounds pissed. (Well you know Price and Soap had captured Makarov, so it make sense that Soap sounds pissed.) I would be like "Oh shit. What did I do wrong?!" But maybe some people that like being are bratty like "EVEN BETTER!"

(Psst. I'm still writing of Soap x reader 18+ fic. It will come soon.)

Feel free to use the video.

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Mans

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Unrequited love w older!Soap, and by older, I mean Captain MacTavish age and you've known him since he was a sergeant.

Loving him when he was still that hotheaded, yet passionate sergeant, but eventually moving on because it was clear he didn't (and wouldn't ever) reciprocate, especially when he would pair up with women who seemed to be the exact opposite of you.

But you silently promised to yourself to always be there for him because Soap would always have a special place in your heart.

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Soap making Captain, he's mellowed out and grew into himself more, still passionate but still strongwilled.

He doesn't keep as much company anymore except for you. You, whose been with him since forever and always had his back. The one constant in his life that kept him sane. It's then that he finally starts to see you in a different light.

He starts to seek you out more instead of the other way around, tries to put on that old MacTavish charm, but because life is rotten, you don't notice how he feels and it's far past the time since you felt something for him.

But good thing for you, with all the time you've been spending with John, you finally get the chance to tell him about the guy you've been seeing and you really believe he's The One :)