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loneghostwolf · 3 days
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Hd's coming to pick you up for a date 🔥
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konigsblog · 1 day
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stepbrother soap making reader shower with him to save water? only if you want
warnings: stepcest, naïve!reader, perv!johnny, stepbrother!soap, non-con/dub-con, non-consensual touching, dark content.
dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+
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you're too naïve for your own good. you don't suspect a thing from your stepbrother — in fact, you shame yourself whenever you have these ‘intrusive thoughts’ about johnny being perverted. what he's doing is friendly, right?
although, johnny's intentions aren't pure whatsoever. he's only doing this to get his gross, grimey hands on your soft body. he'll sneak past the shower curtain, already naked and his lengthy dick half-hard in his grip. you assume that he only has sex with you because he doesn't have a girlfriend — that he feels deprived of the warmth and slickness of a pussy — but, johnny makes no effort to find a girlfriend. he enjoys abusing his power as your stepbrother, to use your naivety for his own disgusting, selfish fulfilment!
his large, scarred hands touch your body, especially your breasts and your tight, soft rear. he excuses himself as just helping you out, as he rubs soap all down your bare back, but he's just trying to coerce you into allowing him to ease the tip inside, and then more. johnny's hands wander all over your wet skin, fondling with your pretty titties and rubbing his lengthy, slick dick back and forth against your ass, humping you while you laugh awkwardly, your cunt drooling with arousal from the stimulation.
although johnny uses your body, gets off to it and leaves spurts and ropes of his milky load all over your body, he makes you feel ashamed for having a reaction to it. you believe that you're simply made to benefit him, corrupted with his sexual, disturbing desires. :(
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bunnys-kisses · 2 days
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blow one's roof ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
john 'soap' mctavish
cw: drug use (weed), intoxication, baby trapping, breeding, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, lying, missionary, the consent is dubious, john is obsessed with you
a word from bunny: like the fic? suggest your own! really like the fic? leave a comment! reblogs are always appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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to blow one's roof is to get stoned. and to get stoned is frown upon in the british military. even for special ops. but while most of your fellow soldiers and commanders enjoyed their hard liquor, you had to get creative on how you got your fix.
enter john. john liked to play as the funny man to his more stoic counterparts. he wasn't a behemoth like his counter part, simon. but he was smart, the kind of smart that should be a concern. he was excellent at what he did, you once overheard a commander tell the scotsman that he could pull off anything he put his mind to.
and one days off, he only had two things on his mind. weed and your sweet pussy. so it was only natural that you worlds would collide. nobody would check his bag when he left or entered base, he was too high level to be caught up in something like that. so it wasn't hard to go to the nearby city and get what he needed for an afternoon with you.
you'd both leave base soon after, he'd take one of the trucks and drive out to the woods. he kept a hand on your thigh as he drove up to the beginning of the forests. you left the truck with two things, a blanket and enough weed for a fun afternoon.
you ventured so far that no one would find or smell you. you watched him roll a joint using paper from a bible he found lying around base. He shrugged and said "makes a good use for king james."
then you two got stoned in the woods, which led to you two getting frisky on the blanket you had laid out. you kissed one another laid out on it as he tugged at your uniform.
"fuck you're amazing." he said with a bit of drowsiness to his voice, "i wanna breed ya and keep ya." he chuckled before he looked into your eyes.
you got him out of the shirt he wore and he worked on his pants soon after. you were far enough out of anyone's reach to worry about having some decency. unless someone got really lost in the woods, no one would be able to find you.
"you can't breed me, silly." you chuckled, "you've been using condoms."
"yeah... yeah." he gave you a dopey smile, "been usin' protection. i forgot." but you were too stoned yourself to realize that he unconvincing tone was letting off his little secret.
he had been spending the last several months getting you stoned and fucking you in the woods with pierced condoms. the little holes did little to protect your vulnerable womb.
the rush of getting you pregnant and getting stoned left a thrill in john's body that he couldn't even begin to put into words. yeah, it was going to suck that you had to leave service to raise your little family, but don't you worry.
he had hearts in his eyes as he pulled away from you and rested on his knees. he gazed down at your naked body which only aroused him more. he laughed, "you look so good. fuck." he rubbed his red eyes before he took you by the hips as playfully rubbed his cock up against you wet slit.
"don't butter me up, soap."
"hey, don't be callin' me soap when it's just the two of us." he pointed at you, he nodded his head, "it's johnny when i'm fucking your brains out."
you blushed and covered your face with your hands. you could feel your heartbeat in the back of your head as he continued to tease you cunt. you moaned into your palms as he moved against you.
"yeah, that's my girl." he said with almost pride in his voice, "you have the most lovely moans I've ever heard."he blinked to keep focus, the excitement was too much for him.
he had hoped that you were too stoned to notice that he didn't put a condom on. but before he sank his length into you, your voice peeked through.
"johnny." you said so innocently, "the condom."
"ohhhh right, lovely." he gave you a big smile, "i guess i had a little too much."
you looked so innocent under him, you had your hands by your mouth as you said, "we don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"nah, nah." he waved a hand at you as he pulled himself towards his pants on the forest floor, "i always want to do it with ya. feels better when i'm stoned anyway." he pulled the condom quickly out of the pocket, he wanted to make sure you didn't see the holes in the foil.
you shifted your hips and laid there, waiting for him. he put the condom on while his side was turned to you. he wanted to make sure you saw as little of the condom as possible. he couldn't risk being found out, not when he believed his goal was so near.
he turned back to you and you were laid there before him. like a beauty aphrodite with the gently sounds of the forest around you. your eyes were closed, he worried that you were asleep. he touched your thigh and you giggled, 'that tickles.'
he got back between your legs and rubbed his cock up against you, "you look amazin'. the more i look at ya, the more i fall in love." john learned very quickly the the line between obsession and love was only a millimeter thick.
"i'm already sleeping with you." you giggled, "what else do you want?" you felt yourself grow wetter the more he teased you.
everything, he thought. everything he could take with his two hands. you have given him everything, but now you just had to be good and get pregnant. he knew you could do it, he believed in you. he'd spend years fucking you while you were high if it meant that he could see your beauty grow as you had his child.
he arched over you and looked into your eyes. you looked back at him, taking in the sight of how blue they were. they felt like they stared right into your core, but were slightly hazy due to the drugs.
"my beautiful girl." he said with a drawl to his voice, "take good care of ya." he held onto your thigh with one hand as he guided his cock into your wet sex.
you tensed up, but relaxed the further he got in. you held onto the blanket underneath you and felt your hole be stretched by his impressive size. while he wasn't the largest on base, at least according to rumors, it still felt like your innards were getting bruised every time he took you doggy style.
he exhaled deeply when he got all of himself inside of you. then the pace became a little more aggressive. he held onto your hips with both hands and thrusted into you like a madman. he watched your breasts and the chub on your stomach jolt with each heavy thrust.
you were certain that the pleasure plus the weed was frying all of your serotonin. alone in the forest you two fucked. it was brutal and fast, it felt like your uterus was in your throat from how hard his thrusts were.
he loved the sight of you, he marveled in it like a man coming to christ. his dog tags moved with each of his movements, they shined in the afternoon light. his head was full and empty at the same time. it felt heavy but there were no thoughts to be had, except for the echo in the very back of his mind that called out 'breed her'. it became what drove him to keep moving his hips against you.
he blinked a few times to get the dryness out of his eyes as he continued to thrust into you. the sound of your heavy breathing and the slick sound of your cunt filled the air. you were so docile under him, it was sight he wanted to admire forever.
"that's my girl, i'll take care of ya forever. rest of my days." he laughed, "get high with ya till we can't hold our own spliffs."
you giggled as you felt good all over. you were so stoned that you couldn't even register what he was saying. but soon your mouth hung open as you gasped for breath. you kicked out your legs in a manner that john found adorable as you climaxed.
the sight of you basking in pleasure made john quickly finish as well. he made sure all of his cock was inside of you as he came against your womb. if he was a praying man he'd be trying to make peace with the man upstairs to make sure you got pregnant.
he laid out beside you and buried his nose in your hair as you tried to catch your breath. he chose well, he thought to himself.
"we should get back soon." you murmured against his chest, your nose brushing against the hairs.
he rubbed the back of your head and said, "how about we get somethin' to eat first. then i'll park somewhere and i can get one more in ya."
"do you have enough condoms?" you asked.
he chuckled and nodded, "i do, don't worry, love. you're safe with me." his voice was a low purr and it made you moan in such a way that it made him hard. "you'll always be safe with me." <3
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anonymousqualities · 2 days
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Ghoap Au: Where Soap lives but retires and helps his family on their cattle farm.
He sends pics of their cows to the groupchat and ghost is invested in the well-being of a particular highland calf
Soap answering a facetime call from Ghost: Hey Si-
Ghost: Where is she?
Soap:
Ghost: Where's the baby.
Soap:
Soap: I'm doing well love. Thanks for asking-
Ghost: where's Rosie?? bring her here!
Soap grumbling as he flips the camera to show said calf trotting over at the sound of Ghost's voice:
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Soap fondly listening as Ghost coos and talks with Rosie: ......You know I got shot in the head once-
Ghost: shut up
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blingblong55 · 2 days
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Isn't she lovely? -141
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Based on a request: simon riley who is a girls dad and his daughter comes home upset one day and very quiet. it goes on like this for the week but not only does he notice but his friends, the taskforce 141 as they are close with simon's family. they get super worried as she's usually happy and brings light into the room but now she's avoiding eye contact, speaking, and jokes. realize she's being bullied at school and they go to the school to "deal" with the situation and make this whole pink themed tea party to make her feel better. ---- No mentions of reader, dad!ghost, fluff, uncles!141 ----
Task Force 1-4-1 is not just a badass team on the field with all those cruel people but also dads and the best uncles any kid could ask for. It's funny, they always joked about those stupid dates they were set up on or the way one of them was getting married and as the years go by they all retire one by one, finding themselves becoming one big family.
Today, at their monthly family dinner, Simon and his lovely wife find themselves hosting the dinner. Their two youngest kids running around with their cousins and Soap's wife, the most energetic aunt of all. "Where's the little one?" Price asks as the oldest child of the group was nowhere in the home. Usually, she'd sit near her uncles and they'd pamper her for being the first and favourite of all kids…but don't tell that to the others.
"School, my missus is picking her up," Simon says before taking a sip from his drink.
And once his pretty wife arrives, his daughter follows along. Her greeting to her aunts and uncles was dry, with no usual jokes or funny comments towards Uncle Soap's long mohawk.
"Wow..stop there, kid, come back," Gaz says but the 8-year-old ignores him.
It's fascinating how these so-called cold-hearted men have turned soft for their loves and little loves. So, if one of them is hurt, the guns and bombs come back just for a moment.
"What happened to 'er?" Soap asks Simon's wife and she sighs. "A boy in her class made fun of her leather jacket and pink dress, she's been like this since I picked her up," she says and Simons sighs in frustration. "Who is the kid?" Simon asks and his wife gives him a knowing look. Headmasters kid, of course.
"I'm going after that little shit," Simon says and as he gets up from the sofa, the other men follow along.
"Simon, no, don't do that-" "My daughter is a cool kid, if she wants to wear a leather jacket like her dad and her pink dress then she will and that fuckin' kid won't make her question how cool she is," he says through gritted teeth.
The four men make their way to the school.
"Are they going to hurt a kid?" Price's wife asks. "Maybe the dad, but not a kid," Soap's wife says.
An hour later, more than they should've taken, the burly men come back. A small smile appears on the soft face of Simon's daughter. "Daddy!" She runs to him.
The four men wearing pink tiaras, pink fluffy tutus and even some pink shirt Soap found at the store. "Cool dads wear pink," the shirt says and although they were tight shirts, their wives have to admit, they look awesome wearing them.
Simon picks his daughter up, "Like my outfit princess?" he kisses her forehead. "It's like mine!" she smiles and Simon nods. "We were jealous that you had to outshine us this way, so…we had to outshine you," he smiles.
"Now, go get your hair up, we'll serve the boring people food and for us five…we'll hold a tea party before dinner," he smiles as he watches his precious daughter's face light up. There she is and her smile.
It was cute and funny, but beautiful enough to have pictures of this moment.
They were truly family men now and that's what anyone would wish for, even if it included tiaras and a sassy uncle.
At a small table, where their knees hit their chest, the four former SAS soldiers sat around, getting served tea and crumpets by a special little princess.
Tags: @liyanahelena @uniquecroissant
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islandtarochips · 2 days
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I’m in a mood to write something about a Farm AU. The 141 being the farmers x Female!Reader. So just vote of which of the 141 you wanted me to write about with it!
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marislittleworld · 3 days
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Scottish buddies 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿
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I'm invoking fans of Soap MacTavish!!
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thejacketscloset · 2 days
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Have I already shared the "Soap avoids acknowledging big feelings he doesn't know how to deal with by deep cleaning for hours on end" hc with the world? I feel like I have but I can't remember properly
Just imagine Soap getting news abt his family, someone being really sick/dead/dying and just. Dropping everything the moment the call is over to start deep cleaning any place that will take long to finish. He cleans until his fingers feel raw from the chemicals, his heels hurt from standing non-stop, and his nose stings from all the products. He'll even continue scrubbing down surfaces that he's washed 3 times already. Anything to keep his mind off of it.
He'll just refuse to stop, acting as if he doesn't even hear whoever comes in the room to talk to him.
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yooo-lets-go · 3 months
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what would a drinking contest with the bois look like?
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Unforgettable
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mindie-arts · 4 months
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Dj ghostie 👻
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And alittle extra with soaps pov:
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tobascoart · 20 days
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When you have different boundaries
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saragapen · 1 month
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
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konigsblog · 10 hours
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Which 141 member do you think is most likely to resort to blackmail to get laid 👀
probably price, but i know for a fact that soap wouldn't hesitate whatsoever - anything for pussy !!
tw: blackmail, dub-con/non-con. 🔞
it's truly sick, and you didn't expect this at all. your captain and his sergeant come to you with hungry and debauched eyes, seeming almost too eager and excited, worrying you with the bulges in their trousers are obvious, as well as their playful, yet spiteful grins curl the sides of their mouth.
they'd managed to fake evidence of you doing something that was forbidden which would lead to serious punishments. you don't even remember what it was they were accusing you of, all you remember is being threatened and intimidated, price setting up a camera whilst they took turns using your tied, bound body.
forced to stay silent, you cried silently and meekly. you were confused, and couldn't comprehend exactly what was going on. you were too anxious about getting in serious trouble and having horrid consequences for whatever you'd done to upset the pair. and it was obviously johnny's idea; he made no effort to hide it, his enjoyment and how desperately he wanted to get into your panties.
it was truly sickening, and agonizing. but, who were you to say anything? just a rookie attempting to trash their reputation and position as your superior. ;(
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rottenratking · 5 months
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They're doing it again. Send help.
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erinmccomics · 1 month
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Oh yeah can't forget this thing that rattled around in my head for days until I drew it.
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