#SOAP fault

[hai-nae]

possessive

[astrxsee]

mdni 18+

the sounds of johnny’s cock slamming into you filled the room. all you could feel was his large, muscular chest pushing you flat into the mattress. the only sounds you could get out were loud, sloppy moans as he slaps your ass again.

‘god, bonnie, gonna have tae fill this pussy righ’ up’

he barks into your ear, cock throbbing inside your tight walls. his hands are wrapped around the back of your neck with his elbows wrapped around your arms, holding you in a tight chokehold. your eyes go wide as he starts to speed up..

‘johnny, don’t cum inside me!’

you beg, your voice almost an incoherent whimper as you feel his thrusts beginning to stutter. you weren’t on birth control, he knew that!

‘johnny, please!’

you practically beg as he rams into you with one final thrust, his hands roughly pushing your head into the pillow. with a groan, he pulls out quickly, releasing hot ropes of his cum onto your plush ass and thighs.

exhausted, he plops down on top of you, his cum that was supposed to be inside you smearing against his front. his lips planting a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck.

‘johnny, you know you can’t cum inside.’

you pout, slapping the side of his thigh. he mumbles something incoherent into your hair, his lips leaving lazy kisses on the side of your neck.

‘i know, bon,’ he pauses, ‘just gets me off so easy when you’re scared.’

[agoraphxnics]

I swore I would never go down the cod rabbit hole. I literally had keywords banned for YEARS. And then whadya know, I stumble across a poly! 141 x reader fic and now I’m whipped for these men.

Do I know anything about cod? No, nor do I give a shit (Activision can go fuck themselves.)

Do I know how these men act outside of the fics I’ve read? Nope.

Hell, I’m not even into masks.

But somehow I’ve just fallen in love with how people write them, and I find that so beautiful.

It’s just this idea of four men who don’t need labels, who don’t need to be defined by ‘boyfriend’ or ‘queer’ to just be so intrinsically bound to each other.

And then there’s you, who somehow finds their way in the mix, and it’s just understood that you belong to all of them. Like it’s not even a question.

And it just makes me feel so many things 😭🥺🥵🥰

[temeyes]

he is legally blind, your honor

[robobee]

blue would never have a multiple step skincare routine I fear... Henry would but he goes through it with the joyless dead eyes of patrick bateman

[aennasan]

Soap forgetting to buy you a Christmas present and so during opening the presents, he asked you to close your eyes and wait for his "gift".

Turns out his gift was just him wearing nothing but a red bow.

The surprise would have worked if you didn't laugh and asked him again, "Seriously, Soap, where is my gift?". After all, you went to a lot of trouble finding his.

Let's just say someone slept on the couch throughout the night. Bothering 141 through a video call on how to make it up to you before you wake up.

[s0fter-sin]

fainting goat hybrid!ghost whose father and brother loved to scare him and make him faint; exploiting a weakness he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to stop. they took sadistic pleasure in watching his body lock up and fall to the ground with no hope of catching himself until he ended up with more bruises and scrapes from falling than from being beaten

that helplessness chafed at him and he forced himself through the drawbacks of his biology to secure a place in the military, even with the prejudice against prey animals. just for him to take a mission in mexico and find himself enduring the “hospitality” of roba who thinks his involuntary paralysis is a great deal of fun; especially when he learns he’s conscious the whole time

what haunts ghost most is his waking autopsy

not the pain of the incisions, not the trauma of watching roba reach into his body and play with his insides, but the knowledge that he couldn't get away because his own body betrayed him. he wasn't put under, no drugs coursed through his system. he didn’t have restraints fitted on him to lock him to the operating table. it wasn’t necessary

roba just had to make him faint first

after digging himself out of his grave, ghost puts himself on a dangerous cocktail of muscle relaxers and other medications; hormones that block hybrid instincts, vasodilators to increase blood flow and stop his muscles locking up, anti-anxiety meds to cut off his surprise response at the root. he puts his body through the wringer to the point that medical is constantly worried for his health and shocked that he isn't regularly OD’ing

but he will never let his body betray him again

[1thesewordsaremyown1]

I still maintain that if there isn't a reconciliation for Buck and Tommy or at least a hint that they're on their way to one in the next episode, the writers are just being cruel to Buck.

Like, I get it, 911 is a drama, and they gotta keep putting their characters through it, but I feel like this season, they have been particularly shitty with Buck. Now I'm not saying he's been miserable the entire season - he is the 118's resident golden retriever after all, and he has certainly had his light moments. But let's look at all the story lines that have affected Buck this season.

He was targeted by Gerrard at the beginning of the season (and feared he had seriously injured him to which no one seemed overly concerned with).

While Masks was probably one of the few fully light-hearted eps Buck has had this season, where we got to see him comfortable (and bratty) with his boyfriend, he not only dislocated his shoulder but spent most of the ep covered in boils.

He then broke up with Tommy and has been mourning the loss of that relationship ever since ("everything started going wrong after Tommy dumped him").

He adopts a dog only to have to give it up.

His sister gets abducted and nearly killed.

His best friend moves to another state.

He has a brief moment of happiness with Tommy ("best night in this place") and thinks there might be a chance of getting back together with Tommy only for that to implode.

And now his brother-in-law is in danger of dying, and then surprise! His father figure dies instead (I'm still holding out hope there's a twist somehow).

Like, come on. And the thing is, yes, everyone in the 118 is going to be devastated with Bobby. But everyone else has partners or children to lean on/share their grief with. Who the hell does Buck have? Sure, we see Eddie has come back for the funeral, but he has a life in Texas and is presumably going back, so any comfort there would be short term - Eddie still has Chris. Again, Buck has no one.

So yes, the next episode is probably too action-packed for a full reconciliation between Buck and Tommy. They need time to talk over their issues (which, let's face it, the show will probably be lazy and do that off-screen). I've always felt with the way the story was going that they would get back together this season, and especially with the spoilers we've been seeing with behind the scenes stuff, I'm feeling pretty confident they do get back together at some point before this season wraps up. I just believe it should at least start in the next ep, so that Buck has someone there for him (and only him). Because if Buck and Tommy are racing around in a helicopter together, in an hour long episode surely they can spare FIVE MINUTES for them to have a small conversation that at least leads it open for them to get back together? That gives Buck someone to lean on when tragedy strikes and everyone else is leaning on their own families for support?

Because if they don't? Like I said, CRUEL.

[mrjeremyman]

Yes, I will be putting them in every single silly video game or media I enjoy, so what??? It’s fun, do you hate fun????

[fullofwings]

I've been rewatching december 2017 up to reunion 2.0 to prep for next week and sorry to dredge up stupid fanwank from almost a decade ago, but it is still so, so funny to me that people hated robert so much that they were doing backflips trying to find depth and interest in DOCTOR ALEX? doctor alex. a walking wooden plank. the human equivalent of a traffic cone conveniently placed in between robert and aaron. that guy. he was the one they were trying to convince everyone was the morally superior (LMAO) option that would better serve aaron's character. sometimes you do just have to laugh a little bit...

[pfhwrittes]

oh god here we go. alright read the fucking warnings. 

TW: noncon, somnophilia, male masturbation, spit, facial, alcohol mention.

pairing: john “soap” mactavish x female reader

word count: 966 words of smut.

AN: this is @kaadaaan's fault. also i wrote this all in one go with minimal editing because my brain was being rotted and i needed to get it out. poor grammar and typos are likely, for that i apologise.

johnny is your friend, he’s been your friend for a long long time and as such he has a key to the door to your house to use and your blessing that he can just drop in whatever time he likes when he’s on leave. it’s not uncommon for you to come downstairs in the morning to find him sprawled out on your sofa wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, one foot planted on the rug under the sofa and the other hanging off the armrest. 

he’s larger than life, your johnny. the other half to your brain sometimes. jokingly referred to as your brother from another mother. you love him, but only as a friend. despite that, he’s got a key to your house and a piece of your heart because you know he’ll never do anything to hurt you.

johnny on the other hand doesn’t love you like a sister. he loves you with a capital L and something feral behind his eyes. his smile always goes a little too sharp whenever you crack that “joke” that you love him like a brother because he knows if you knew the way he’d been thinking about you for years you’d have locked up your heart and house tight instead of inviting the wolf to stay. 

-

that obsession is how he ends up in this position, just like he has countless times before, standing like a sentinel at your bedside. the only light to see your gorgeous face is the streetlight that curls probing fingers through the thin curtains of your bedroom window. you’re beautiful like this. he honestly doesn’t know how his gaze hasn’t woken you yet, surely you can feel the way he traces every shadow and highlight on your face. surely you can feel the way he stares at your open mouth, driven to madness by the slight spit at the corners of your mouth. fuck it’s almost too much for him. but still he stands frozen, just watching. never touching. not until tonight.

you’d both been drinking. johnny had switched to water part way through the night, you hadn’t and so with johnny’s help you’d stumbled up the stairs to your room and passed out flat on your back. not terribly unusual, he’s seen you do it before when you’ve been drinking. he’s heard your snoring through the walls before. but tonight is different. 

later, when he creeps down the stairs to slump onto the sofa, he’ll blame the lingering buzz of alcohol in his blood for daring to do what he’s thought about for so long. but right now, he’s staring at your open mouth watching a faint glimmer of light hit your wet pink tongue and fisting his cock over your sleeping face. grateful for the fact that you always sleep like the dead when you’re drunk and nothing except the world ending could possibly wake you. 

despite the reassurance that you won’t wake - can’t wake - the sound of his hand moving over his cock is loud in his ears. he’s sure the slick noises are drowning out even the gentle open mouth snores you offer into the air. he positive that in mere moments your eyelids will flicker open and you’ll look up at him, your corrupted sentinel, to see the way he’s gripping his cock desperately. his hips jerking in aborted thrusts as he thrusts into the tight fist he’s made around himself.

a groan slips through johnny’s gritted teeth as his thumb swipes another bead of precum over the flushed head of his cock. 

fuck. 

if he doesn’t slow down he knows without a shadow of a doubt he’ll end up coming on your sleeping face. a spurt of precum dribbles from his cock at the thought. oh fuck. he wants that. he wants to come on your face. he wants to let the thick white ropes coat your cheeks and chin. maybe even cover your open mouth with some of his come so you wake up with the taste of him on your tongue. 

johnny’s hips jerk forward as his orgasm blindsides him completely. his eyes roll back into his head and he whines desperately through his nose, teeth sinking into his lower lip to trap the moan that's burning his throat. 

moments or maybe aeons later, his vision clears and he looks down at you. 

“fuckin’ hell” it’s whispered, part reverence for the sight that greets him, part fear of waking you prematurely. 

your face is covered. johnny’s come drips from your cheeks. it slides down the curve of your jaw onto your neck where it pools, glimmering in the low light, before dribbling onto your pillow. a pearlescent string clings to your top lip and then - and johnny swears he feels his cock twitch out another dribble at the sight - you lick it off.

johnny takes a step backwards from you on shaky legs. he needs to leave, now. if he doesn’t, christ he doesn’t know what he’d do to you. he doesn’t want to find out how far the depths of his depravity go. he doesn’t want to know if he could get away with scooping some of his come off your chin and pushing it into your mouth. he doesn’t want to know if that would be enough for the taste to linger in the morning when you wake up.

with one last lingering look at your face he tucks himself back into his boxers and leaves you. covered, marked, his. 

-

in the morning you wake with blurry eyes and a thick head. god you’d really had too much to drink last night. you smack your lips together and frown at the taste in your mouth. it’s sour and slightly musky. 

oh well, you must’ve fallen asleep with your mouth open again.

[whatev-i-guess]

Soap holding on for dear life while Ghost is driving: Where did you get your license?

Ghost: What license?

Soap: ??? (・□・；)

[akito-shinonome-daily]

🎤 day 451 🎵

➥ today’s akito is from the (brave new world) cinema 3DMV!!

[atopvisenyashill]

cregan’s issue is the same as corlys which is ya kno never seeing his girl heir as an heir period. so just like corlys brings marilda’s boys to rhaenyra to legitimize instead of pushing for baela or rhaena to inherit, cregan decides to remarry for a THIRD time even though he has a granddaughter and SEVERAL daughters who could inherit. they’re perfectly happy to bow to a woman when it’s convenient, when it fits into their own honor codes and benefits them, but when it comes to their own families, their own legacy, only a man is good enough. when it comes to the it it’s like - aegon the younger has BEEN heir, and was already named the next king by the time cregan gets there, BY corlys, who goes along with the green style inheritance of saying aegon iii is aegon ii’s successor through daemon’s line, likely imo bc he just wants the war to stop and thinks getting rhaenyra’s last son on the throne is good enough (bc he doesn’t get it!! it’s why he pushes rhaenyra to name men over women with better claims during the dance; he’s not about disrupting the system, he only supports rhaenyra bc it benefits him!).

baela isn’t being denied the crown because not a single person including baela herself thinks she’s a viable contender and that’s the result of aegon ii being the last monarch & adult targaryen alive in the capital, and not anything cregan or to some extent, corlys, does; jaehaerys’ ideology is what the greens are fighting for and jaehaerys’ ideology is what wins and the person to blame for both jaehaera & baela not being viable contenders for the throne is aegon ii himself. but jeyne arryn is right there!! too bad it doesn’t matter, bc in a situation where cregan and corlys actually do have the power to go “i have the ability to just support my girl heir” they choose a boy. it’s just like cat says it’s just like borros lord misogynist himself says - a daughter is nice but ahhh a son. a son is more important!

[snowbunnytrick]

why does everyone put the blame on the Freaks for patrick getting woobified when pete has been doing this for twenty-three fucking years with no pushback or criticism. blame him for this we didn’t do shit

[s0fter-sin]

i don’t know how many times i need to say it, tag your reader and self insert fics and imagines as reader and self insert