#Soap is pouting

[goatgoesmbe]

Price hitting his team of daddy issues with "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed"

[writingfromasgard]

"She was perfect. The only thing going for me." Simon mumbled, alcohol blazing through his veins as he leaned on Soap.

"She didnae break up wit' ya, mate. She needed tae go feed her dog." Soap snorted.

"I can still smell her perfume, Jawnny." Simon sniffled.

[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

[frudoo]

Mountain Man!Soap + his very pregnant wifey <3

Warnings: Pregnancy obviously, reader nicks herself on a thorn/blood.

“Ge’ yer arse outta tha’ garden!” Johnny’s frantic voice gets closer and closer, followed by the sound of the back door slamming shut.

You roll your eyes and continue picking the weeds out of your precious vegetable patch, completely unbothered. You’ve been at it all morning and your husband has just now woken up to notice you missing from the bed.

“The kids?” He crouches down beside you, placing a firm hand on your sore lower back.

“Playing over at Kyle’s house,” you reply calmly, leaning forward to pluck a particularly thorny weed from your tomato plant and effectively nicking yourself.

“Steamin’ Jesus, hen,” Johnny grumbles, hooking his arms beneath your armpits and pulling you up to your feet. “Ye’re too pregnant fer this.”

You huff and shove his arms away, ignoring the furrow in his brow and the disapproving whine he lets out. Rubbing your swollen belly, you waddle back towards the house. Johnny’s right on your trail, yelping when you don’t hold the door open for him and it smacks him in the face. That makes a pleased grin curl at the corners of your mouth, even though it gets you an earful from your annoyed husband.

“Ah told ye no’ tae work in the garden when ye’re this- this-”

“This what, Johnny? Huge?” You cock an eyebrow, running your cut under warm water and cleaning all the dirt out of it.

“Ye ken tha’s no’ wha’ ah meant,” Johnny frowns, settling himself behind you and placing his hands under the curve of your belly.

“Sure it- ahh, that’s nice, baby,” you hum in satisfaction when he leans back, holding your belly up and taking so much pressure off of your poor body.

“There’s me sweet gal,” Johnny grins, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck. “See? Ye dinnae hate me. Ye’re jus’ grumpy from carryin’ mah massive bairns.”

“Shut it,” you mumble with no real hostility, leisurely wrapping a bandage around the cut.

“Mmm, since the kids’re at Garrick’s… how aboot a shower?” Johnny kisses his way up the side of your neck, hands gently releasing your belly so that you’re holding all the weight now.

“Uh-uh. If I’m too pregnant to garden, I’m way too pregnant for whatever it is you have planned.”

“Ye do hate me.”

[spidehpig]

can’t stop thinking about soap being the kind of boyfriend that takes you on arcade or carnival dates. he definitely takes all of the games WAY too seriously. absolutely smokes everyone at skeeball. probably does those stupid punching bag/hammer strength tests just to show off in front of you. he doesn’t even let you win he’s that competitive. but it’s kinda funny and endearing. he wins a TON of tickets and then gets you the biggest fucking stuffed animal they have even as you protest and tell him that you have no place to put it.

his little mohawk popping around the head of the giant puppy stuffed animal he won you boyish smile plastered on his face while he ignores your protests. you’re stuck with the thing forever now.

[meowpupp]

tw://hybrid smut, johnny get cucked, cumplay, badly edited, mentions of freeuse (?), mentions of overstim, reader is pretty objectified 💀

pup!johnny who gets so used to being the only hybrid in your life. playdates with him are frequent, and by far his favourite part of the week.

you're always so sweet, body soft and warm, voice pretty and soothing. you always smell so pretty, sugary and feminine. your hair shiney and soft, your face always lighting up in the prettiest smile. you're perfect. you're his.

you're so submissive, one little nip to your ear and you're already arching your back, presenting that pretty cunt to his hungry eyes. you let him sneak his hand up your shirt, groping your tits and pinching your nipples as you squirm in his lap.

it's no secret that johnny can be mean. he's rough, not understanding that you're not like him or simon. you haven't been trained in the military, you're not a 6ft+ wall of muscle. Simon can take johnny's rough play, price too, but you can't. you're not like him, you tear up and whimper when he pins you down, biting into your inner thighs.

but it's easy to forget, or rather ignore when you cry so pretty for him. it's almost funny how wet you get when you tear up, how no matter how mean he is to you, you always let him kiss you better. spreading your legs further so he can bury his face between your thighs, and suck your poor clit until its numb.

but that all quickly changes when price adopts a new hybrid.

kyle. an ex-military like him. equally as strong, just a little taller, and so arrogant. the pup is two-faced, acting like a perfect, obedient boy in front of Price and Simon, only to turn around and break every rule there is.

all the rules explicitly laid out don't matter to kyle. he acts as if punishments don't exist, as if youre just his chewtoy. he bites all up and down your pretty tits, sucking them until they're red and sticky with his spit. kyle makes you gag on his cock whenever he feels the urge, he even cums deep into your sweet cunt, fucking you full until he knows you're bred. all without even asking for prices permission.

worst of all though? is how kyle shows it off. pinning you against his body as he hikes your shirt up, exposing your pretty, red, marked-up tits to johnny. or when he smirks as you two kiss, knowing the other hybrid can taste his cum on your tongue.

or when your sweet, apologetic johnny tries to apologise for being so mean, spreading your pretty thighs only to find kyles load spilling from your swollen cunnie.

johnny hates him. hates how he gets so much alone time with you, hates how he gets to cum in you, grope you, mark you. all things he'd kill to do.

but kyle wont stop, and your poor little brain is too fucked out to think. so all poor johnny can do is sit and brood, replaying old memories of you creaming on his cock, waiting for his moment to remind you who really owns your cunt.

[whatev-i-guess]

Soap: Hey muffin.

Ghost: What?

Soap: Can you come to bed?

Ghost grumbling: Okay...

Roach and Gaz watching it happen

Gaz: He's like a fucking lapdog?!

Roach: He called him muffin- (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[8-rae-rae-8]

I'm firm in the idea that Ghost bleaches his hair blond

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ghost was allowed aux one time and never again.

It's because the literal first song that shyffled from his spotify was "don't try suicide" by Queen. And price was absolutely not having it

[lunarw0rks]

soap has maimed you a few times........... from kissing you so aggressively that his nose against clashes with yours <33333

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife

You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap

“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for

The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him

That one smile and he was done for

“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost’s attention still fixated on you.

“Think that was my wife.”

“Yer what?!”

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife

Well, everyone apart from you apparently

He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves

Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case

Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course

By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway

“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”

By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and himself into you

You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ‘Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing

“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand

“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book

“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips

“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch

“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him

Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses

“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind

“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white

“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”

Series masterlist

[frogs-crackcorner]

It's nearly one am when Simon stumbles out of the bar. The team was in Berlin for an operation but they had wrapped that up yesterday. Their flight home wasn't scheduled till the next day so they had decided to enjoy the sights and activities. And you can't visit the beer capital of the world without getting a pint, Soap had pointed out. So they stopped by the pub. One pint turned into two, two turned into three. Now he was, staggering down the streets of Berlin with only one goal in mind.

He needed to get home to the missus.

Simon didn't get very far away from the bar before Soap noticed his absence. Soap gently steers him back to the bar. Simon loosely swats at him.

"She'll be u'set if 'm naw home," Simon slurs at him. Soap chuckles and nods.

"I know. But you canny just waltz out on us," he says, pushing Simon into a seat. Simon huffs and begins to stand again, wobbling just a bit.

"Sit yer ass down. We'll call the missus, right?", Soap offers. After fumbling his phone for a minute and trying to get the password typed in, Soap helps Simon call you.

"Hi, honey. How is it going?", your voice rings through the phone. Simon gives you a drunken grin.

" 'llo love," he slurs. You giggle at his love drunk expression.

"Hi baby. Had a bit to drink?," you chuckle.

"He near tried to walk himself home," Soap shouts to you. You laugh harder. Simon wrinkles his nose at Soap, still displeased with being kept there.

" 'm sorry, love. I won't be home in time for dinner," he rumbles. He looks so sad. Big brown eyes staring down at the phone, lip poked out in a small pout. You wipe a tear of laughter from your eye.

"Oh honey, I think it's past dinner time."

[racingmiku2018]

am i an asshole for not wanting my dog to get lost or hit by a car

[gomzdrawfr]

he'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *explodes*

he’s angry 😤

[cameronsbabydoll]

ditzy!reader and simon “ghost” riley having sex

you’re sprawled on your back, legs wrapped around simon’s waist, moaning like you’re in a goddamn soap opera. he’s slow tonight — grinding deep, eyes fixed on your flushed face, watching every little twitch of your brows like it’s his favorite show.

“feels so good,” you mumble, dreamy and soft. your hands are limp above your head like you’ve given up on existing. “wait… is this still missionary?”

he pauses.

blinks down at you.

“what?”

“like. technically. is this missionary? or is this—like—a variation?”

you squint at him, dead serious, like you just asked him to solve a math problem.

“cuz i think if your knees are up like that it changes the—”

“shut up.”

he says it fast, teeth gritted. “jesus christ, shut up.”

but he’s laughing. kind of. it’s all breath and growling and trying not to smile as he drops his head into your neck, biting down just a little too hard.

“ow,” you squeak, clinging to him like he’s your only life support.

“s-sorry! i was just wondering! i get curious!”

“you get bloody stupid, is what you get,” he grumbles, voice thick with that rough mancunian lilt. “askin’ me about positions while i’m balls deep. what’s next, quiz night?”

you giggle — all bright and breathy like a cartoon — and run your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“oh my god wait, do you think this counts as a workout?”

he stops moving.

again.

just stares down at you like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“…you takin’ the piss?”

“no, i’m serious!” you wiggle beneath him. “my legs feel all burny. like pilates. and you’re sweating. so it’s basically cardio, right?”

simon leans in, mouth by your ear now, dragging his hips so slow and deep it makes your toes curl.

“it ain’t bloody pilates, sweetheart,” he growls. “but if you keep talkin’ like that, i’ll bend you like it is.”

you whimper. immediately shut up.

sort of.

“you’re soooo mean,” you pout, clinging to his arms. “i was just sayin’! and i forgot what i was gonna say next anyway but still!”

“no surprise there,” he mutters.

“—but i know it was really important.”

he groans.

loud.

like he’s in pain.

“fuckin’ hell. i swear your brain leaks out every time i fuck you.”

you beam at him.

“probably does.”

and he just kisses you, hard and messy, dragging your hips back into his lap.

“dumb little thing,” he whispers against your lips. “lucky you’re cute.”

[kenmaspuddinghair]

giving Riley a bath

warning- slightly suggestive at the end

Riley was well trained, yet here you were absolutely drenched with a wet dog on the loose all through the house. Simon had asked you this morning to give Riley a bath, and you thought it would be a breeze and it was at first, Riley listened and got into the bath but then things went sideways. 

First, Riley kept trying to lick the soap off him, and he kept going in circles while you were trying to rub it in. He kept shaking the water and soap off, getting you soaked. When you brought the shower head down to rinse him off, he jumped out of the tub right onto you, getting both you and the floor drenched in water. 

You’ve been trying to catch Riley for almost an hour when Simon came through the door, “what the hell happened ‘ere” “You told me to give Riley a bath and well he didn’t like it, and now our entire house is covered in water, Riley’s been running around covered with soap for an hour now.” Simon could tell you were annoyed and tired yet he couldn't help but laugh. “Are you really laughing about this right now?” you looked at him like he was crazy “Lovie no, I'm sorry this happened but, this isn't what I meant” he came up to you and tried to kiss you but you pushed him back “explain now, cause I'm not quite sure how else you expected me to wash a dog” 

You followed Simon outside and around the side of the house, he let out a loud but low whistle which Riley came running from the house straight to him. Simon then commanded him to sit before grabbing the hose and rinsing Riley off, of course, he stayed still for Simon but not you. “See easy hun” you started stuttering before you got something out “bu-wha eugh, this is so unfair” Simon just laughed at you while Riley started to play with the water 

You walked into the bathroom a few hours later right as Simon finished drying everything, “Hey Lovie, I'm sorry ya got all wet, thought ya knew how to do it” you simply sighed “it's okay Simon, but I am never doing that again” Simon playfully pouted before he smirked and replied “awe lovie, I loved to see you all wet and soaking waiting for me to come home” “SIMON”