#fem soap

[duskier]

Someone gives fem soap a squirting dildo as a joke but now you have a lesbian who already was a horny fucking mess begging to breed you and so fuck dumb that she gets actually confused when you have to pause her humping to refill it with more cum and it takes Significant aftercare to remind her she didn’t actually get you pregnant.

(She goes begging to her teammates for some of their cum to fill her new strap with so she can actually impregnate you. She says they either agree or she breaks into a sperm bank. They can see in her eyes she’s not kidding. She will get you pregnant with her strap and she will fuck herself dumb enough often enough to genuinely gaslight herself into thinking she did a medical miracle instead of blackmailing her teammates into helping her. Her teammates learn not to bring it up because of the look she get in her eyes when they try to “umm actually” her is the scariest thing they’ve ever seen and they’re pretty sure she’d kill them just to keep her delusion of strap-based miracle pregnancy going)

Soap, standing on a rooftop, yelling into the sunset: STRAP CAN GET YOU PREGNANT!!!

cw themes of pregnancy / starting a family below

Soap absolutely is a nightmare because she's got both a breeding kink and genuine baby fever. Her family is HUGE (I'm a huge MacTavish family truther sorries) and it's like her sisters or cousins or aunt or friend-of-the-family are popping out another baby every three to six months. Soap wants to be a mom at the end of this- she never joined the military to die in service, not really- she wants to see you as a mom, too.

She wants a baby that's a carbon copy of you, and then another that's a mix of the two of you, and then one that's a little Soap. And then probably one more kid for good measure- that way when you go to amusement parks everyone will get to sit next to someone. She's got a page in her sketchbook of baby names, some crossed out over time.

Let's be real it was probably you who bought her the squirting dildo because Soap fucks like she's trying for a kid every time and that's when it devolves into a conversation accidentally full of heart and Soap cries a little- distressed she's not able to give you a biological kid.

You tell her that you could adopt, that you'd still be a real family, and that you know Soap would take care of her family. That whoever you adopt would still be loved the same. It's like magic, how the words make her calm so quickly. It takes some coaxing, but it finally gets through to her that you will have a family, one way or another.

(It would be REALLY funny if she hounds the team to donate sperm because all of them are like "this is the weirdest thing I have ever done"- they never acknowledge them donating because it irks the life out of Soap-- those are HER kids, hers and YOURS!! You lovingly think your wife is nuts to use her teammates sperm- and to fuck it into you herself rather than go through a doctor-- moreso because you know that's gonna make some chunky babies)

[ceilidho]

Joanna “besties share clothes all the time!” MacTavish

Joanna “It’s normal for besties to sleep in the same bed!” MacTavish

Joanna “It’s normal to sleep in your underwear, don’t make it weird!” MacTavish

And if you two happen to wake in the morning in a suggestive position, her face pressed firmly in your chest, hugged so tight you can feel her breath on your skin; your legs are tangled together (which you’re confused about, you swear you put up at least three pillows between you two before going to bed) and then you feel it, your body getting hotter and hotter as her knee moves further between your legs. No matter how much you pull away she pulls you right back, some kind of instinct that persists even when she’s deep in sleep.

And when you finally manage to wake her up she takes in your position, your embarrassed face, your pretty nipples poking through your shirt and ever observant she puts two and two together and before you know it her tongue is dragging between the valley of your breasts, her knee pressing even harder. Poor little girl, all pent up with no release, what kind of friend would she be if she didn’t give you the release you so desperately crave?

This time you’re certain you can’t move, not from her ministrations, not from her hands that push up your shirt, nor from the heated gaze she sets upon you when she bites at the pebbles nubs. You cry, beg her to stop but anything you say is ignored, a hastily mumbled response from Soap when she fully presses herself on top of you.

“Dont be shy now, what’s a best friend for if we can’t take care of each other, aye?”

You’re not sure about how truthful that is. “Soap, please, I don’t—“

She clicks her tongue at you, silences your complaints with a well-placed kiss. “Now, I don’t wanna hear nothing from you except please and thank you, yeah? Just relax and let your bestie take care of you.”

Joanna “what’s an orgasm (or two) between besties?” MacTavish

(You’re very worried that at this point, you’re a bit more than “besties”.)

idk if you can hear the way i just bashed my face with my phone while reading this.......holy shit...............i actually can't go another minute without lesbian soap/reader like please please please......soap still being ex-military and ripped so no matter how hard you try to wriggle out of her arms, she has a firm hold on you. not going anywhere :\\

[mokijimon]

fem ghoap! design by @peach_skyies on twt ^^

[violetwinc]

Soap knew she fucked up, she fucked up big time. She can recall every single moment her girlfriend scolded her to be careful on missions before and after because they both know Soap likes to do stupid shit during missions, but this would have to be the stupidest thing she's done yet. Now Soap waits, she waits in her hospital bed for Ghost to come barging in to yell at her.

She rubs her side trying to soothe the bullet wounds but it does little to settle the pain and the medicine isn't helping much. As Soap is lost in thought the door to her room slams open bouncing off the wall while most likely damaging it in the process. There in the door stands Ghost, breathing heavily, the two stare at one another for a good two seconds before Ghost moves in the room and closes the door.

Hesitantly Ghost steps forward, then another and another. Ghost stands at the foot of Soap's bed, fist clenching. Soap looks up and she waits, waits for Ghost to yell and scream to berate her. 

"Your a fucking idiot" Ghost's words come out shaky as she tries to hold back tears, the sound of her broken voice startles Soap. She doesn't know how to react; she's so used to Ghost yelling at her, she wishes Ghost would yell at her. The sound of Ghost's broken voice tears Soap from the inside and tears start to form.

Ghost sucks in a breath and she see the tears from in Soap's eyes, she sits next to her girlfriend on the hospital bed and places a hand on Soap's cheek "Don't scare me again" Ghost says in the most gentle voice causing Soap to sob

Ghost tenses and tries to soothe Soap, pulling her girlfriend into a gentle hug "Aren't you going to yell?" Soap asking between fat tears. Ghost looks at Soap confused "Why would I yell at you luv?" 

This only makes Soap cry harder, Ghost places a gentle kiss to her girlfriend's head "I'm not going to yell at you, no matter how much a fucking idiot you are. I'm just happy you're alive, it was touch and go for a while. I was sure I would lose you" 

Soap mumbles sorry repeatedly as she cries into Ghost's chest who rocks Soap in a soothing way "I got you luv, I got you" Ghost whispers.

[shalayce]

SCOTLAND FOREVER! <3

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

bear hybrid! price who stalks around your house at night, protecting you from whatever else might be lurking in the woods. you don't know that he is of course, but you should be more thankful when he shuts and locks your windows when you're asleep. occasionally you see him lumber on the edge of the forest, minding his own. he doesn't want to scare you, but he wants you to admire him, too.

wolf hybrid! simon that follows you everywhere (from a distance and he rarely lets you touch him). you were frightened at first of the big bad wolf, but when he takes you away from snakes and other dangers in the woods you learn to leave out some scraps for him. (he sleeps on your front step. won't enter the house yet.)

fox hybrid! johnny who regularly sneaks into your house to play in your blankets. the wildlife here is so friendly you're shocked, shouldn't they be frightened of you? however he sleeps under your bed and he's fine unless you try to kick him out. red fur is on everything, he seems unusually close to the wolf that looms around. loves scratches to the ears!

falcon hybrid! kyle who hovers in air around your house. he finds little trinkets for you and leaves them on your porch. he mostly hangs around price, but he will chirp greetings and steal bird feed from your feeders.

they protect you in different ways, trying to worm their way to your affections before they bed down in your abode for winter.

[agoraphxnics]

the guard dog trope with task force 141 has me in a chokehold—

werewolves!141 being absolute guard dogs to witch!fem!reader 😣😖

they first meet you in the market as you sell your wares in a quaint stall. john insists on stopping by to see if you have anything to aid in lycanthropy transformation; it’s always hard for weres, but simon has it downright terrible. regretfully, you don’t, but you offer to make them a custom tincture for an affordable price. it takes a month of trial and error, and they begin to think you’re full of it until they get their hands on that small miracle. in no way is it a cure, but it is a respite for all of them—especially simon—from their awful affliction.

after this, they’re bound at your hip, constantly following your shadow to do whatever you may desire. you reassure them that their coin was enough payment, but it falls on deaf, infatuated ears and wagging tails (literally). they seem so eager to do whatever want, and they are. they carry your groceries, water the many plants surrounding your cottage, and most importantly, keep you safe.

i have more thoughts! for the first time in—i’m not kidding—five years, i have inspiration and motivation to write for something. i’m so happy 🥹🥹

i can’t believe it’s cod that fixed me

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Hear me out, HEAR ME OUT:

Ok so imagine Mer!Au right, what if Mer!Reader gets injured by some intruder and manages to scurry away and hide, but in the process of escaping leaves behind a cloud of blood and scales,,,how would mer!141 react to what could be interpreted as their untimely demise?

(Also, just wanna say, love your work its wonderful and keeps the serotonin pumping <<<3)

took liberties :)

73 / remora reader and shark!141

...

You dart into the reef to hide, tail flashing silver behind you. You're not taking chances again yet.

Soap pivots and locks his gaze on your hiding spot instinctively. Before he can chase after you, Ghost speaks up.

"Quit terrorizing the cleaner fish."

Soap snorts. His body relaxes, but two beats of his long tail carry him down to the reef anyway. He's never been able to resist his overactive prey drive. "Wasn't me." He circles, fingers brushing multicolor spines and blooms as if testing for weaknesses. "Thought we agreed no games before breakfast."

"I'm not playing," you mumble.

Soap finds your hiding spot. He braces his forearms against the reef above your head. His shadow engulfs you completely, cool and safe. "Aye? Your wee tail's still twitchin' like bait."

Embarrassment prickles across your skin. You look away from him and smoothe your palms down your tail, cleaning your scales nervously. "Never mind."

Soap tilts his head. He winds his arm around the sharp edges of broken fan coral to skim the curve of your tail with his knuckle. You settle his larger hand in yours and pick at the grit under his claws in silence. Soap's turns his hand palm-up so you can fuss with it properly. His knuckles are split from sparring with Ghost, and his forearm bears faint bite marks from that same rogue barracuda mer who picked a fight. "C'mon. Out you pop. I won't tell Price you're still jumpin' at shadows if you clean my teeth."

You startle. Price? "Is he mad?"

Soap smirks and flexes his fingers in your stilled hands. "Nah. Just grumpin' that some arsepiece’s scarin' off his favorite wee perch." His teeth flash in the dappled light. "Unless you'd rather he hear how you've been hidin' scraps from him again."

"I have not!"

Soap leans in. His broad shoulders completely block the light filtering through the coral. The faint scar on his cheek creases with his smirk. " Then why's there two cuttlebones and a clamshell picked clean under that brain coral?"

An irate twitch prickles down your spine and makes your dorsal fins stand up. He knows for a fact that you never ever steal food. You just like to collect the trinkets sometimes. You're saving those bones for something specific.

"That's what I thought. Come, come, out ye get."

You let him use your grip on his hand to pull you out of your hiding spot. He could never wedge his way inside, thanks to the sharp stone and broken coral around it. Your much smaller body glides through easily. The coral ghosts past your scales but leaves red nicks on his bicep. He doesn't seem to notice.

You curl into his chest and cling there as he settles onto the sand beside Ghost.

Ghost doesn’t lift his head from where it’s pillowed on his scarred forearms, but you feel his eyes. Sunlight catches the jagged edge of his fin, freshly torn from the same skirmish. His tail flicks once as you settle against Soap’s chest. “Quit dragging her out into the open. You'll just make her more skittish.”

Soap’s chest vibrates with a laugh that curls your fins. “Nah, she likes havin’ someone bigger to cling on. You’re just jealous it’s not you.”

Ghost glares at Soap. Then the weight of his gaze drops squarely onto you. The more you pretend to busy yourself with cleaning Soap's scratched arm, the longer it leaves Ghost to stare in silence at the puckered red lines down your back and remember how they billowed with fresh blood.

He's been quick to anger since that fight. You're sure he blames you for inciting the whole thing.

"Just as well the bastard took a chunk out of you," he mutters. "If that's how you learn to keep away from threats you can't suck up to."

You tense. Soap’s fingers tighten around your waist. "Leave off." He tilts his wrist to brush one of your knuckles with his thumb. It's a patient gesture from a beast like Soap toward a nervous bottom feeder like you. "Don't know how you've still got so much sand in your gills. It's been days since that fight. The rest of us might as well have forgotten it already."

Ghost doesn't answer. His gaze drags again over the half-healed claw marks striping almost to your shoulders. His stare lingers too long on the deepest one—the one that nearly snagged your spine when he'd been too slow to intercept the barracuda's strike. You've not cleaned them as well as you should. He has half a mind to yank you sideways from Soap’s grip and make you take care of yourself better. Stupid little good-for-nothing.

You wait in the crook of Soap's arm until he and Ghost settle into silence again. Then you shift yourself up to Soap's shoulder and begin busying yourself with cleaning his teeth. You keep your gaze trained down on your work.

Soap tips his head back and slackens his jaw to give you better access. His incisors glint in the filtered sunlight. The metallic tang of old blood clings to his molars. You work methodically, plucking shreds of kelp and bone fragments from between his teeth with your smaller fingers and ignoring the way his throat bobs when your thumb grazes the corner of his lips. You feel him begin to shift in playful arousal under you.

Ghost’s tail flicks again. Closer this time. “Fuck’s sake.”

Soap’s throat rumbles with a laugh before you can react. “Bet she’d fix you up just as nice if you stopped glowerin’ long enough to ask. I swear you’re just sore ‘cause nobody’s offered to clean your fangs or your cock since the last time Gaz and I—”

“Finish that sentence,” he growls, “and I’ll tear out your spine for a toothpick.”

"Clean him next, then," Soap tells you mildly. "Teeth and everything else. Good n' proper." He shoots Ghost a cheeky look. "She’ll fix ye up right if ye just ask, see? Then again, maybe ye’ve forgotten how to ask for anythin’ that isn’t a knife to the ribs.”

You nick your knuckle on Soap’s tooth. A bead of blood wells up, swirling crimson in the water between you. Soap’s nostrils flare—a shark catching scent. He laps the cut with a rough swipe of his tongue before you can pull away.

Ghost’s tail slams into the sand. The force of it sends a shockwave through the water that scatters a nearby school of damselfish. He’s between you and Soap before you can blink. One rough hand grabs your tail to pull you backward off Soap’s chest. His grip is mean, but the way he angles his body between you and Soap’s nipping teeth is protective. He clamps his other hand around Soap’s throat and shoves him flat against the sand. “Don’t play with her like food.” Then he turns on you. “You’re a liability.”

You nod and lower your gaze.

It only seems to piss him off more. “Stop flinching. You’re acting like bleeding chum in open water. Do you want another mer to take a bite out of you?”

Soap shoves Ghost away. "Pick on someone higher up the food chain, ya fuckin’ weapon.”

“No.” Ghost’s gaze snaps back to you. The predatory stillness in him is worse than Soap’s chaos. “She’ll keep being jumpy until she fixes herself up.”

Soap’s grin sharpens like he’s enjoying toying with Ghost—distracting him on your behalf. "Aye, there's his old soft spot. Makes a right pretty nurse, eh?”

Soap grins when Ghost lunges at him—but you scrambling to get clear of their tussle is what actually stops both short. Ghost freezes, watching you retreat toward the reef again with a tension in his shoulders that wasn’t there before.

Soap blinks. Then groans. “Christ, Simon. You’ll never get her to trust you if you keep snapping like a—”

Ghost silences him with a rough shove before swimming off toward the deeper trenches.

...

[part 1] / part 2 / part 3

more mer au / more Soap / more Ghost / masterlist

[oceantornadoo]

my FAVORITE johnny trope is touchy best friend!johnny. he tugs you into his lap while he’s working, one hand on your stomach pudge while the other does paperwork. sits his chin on the crux of your shoulder, scruff nuzzling your jaw as he softly reads out what he’s working on. no one really knows why or how it started; why it’s johnny instead of anyone else. two sergeants, two twin flames, never one without the other but somehow have yet to cross the line to anything more.

“jus’ platonic, bonnie” as you share a bed in a safe house, something about giving the captain more space (there was definitely a free comfy couch, not that it matters). his leg swung over yours, one hand that started on your stomach ending up on your tit, the other curving around your pillow. you’re so used to waking up to his morning wood, grinding against him in your sleep. sometimes he’ll hear you getting off next to him while he feigns sleep, fingers making a mess between your thighs. you’ll wake and hear him in the shower, the skin on skin slap of him jacking off. lines so blurry that you’ll use the bathroom anyways, brushing your teeth or using the toilet while he showers. he practically encourages it, tells you your routine comforts him. he’s your protector, always has your back, always listens to your whining. you both stop mentioning hookups and thirsty ex’s, quenching the need for intimacy with each other.

there’s definitely bets flying around the task force about when you’ll get together, but the lines have always been blurry so unless they genuinely see you fucking, they’ll never really know. you could show up one day with matching rings and it would be shrugged off.

inevitable.

don’t even get me started on when you’re both drunk.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤOBSESSIONㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere COD Men x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Ranking Them From Worst To Best As A Yandere.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, John "Soap" MacTavish, Captain John Price, Keegan P. Russ.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— 1. KÖNIG ⋆

You never stood a chance. From the moment König laid eyes on you, it was over. The obsession creeps in quietly, like a predator stalking its prey, and before you even realize it, your freedom is gone. König is an anxious, socially awkward mess in public, but when it comes to you? He’s terrifying. No one touches you. No one looks at you. No one even gets the opportunity to think about you.

You try to leave? Cute. He saw that coming. König’s thought of every escape route, every rebellious act you might try. You wake up with reinforced locks on the doors, cameras watching your every move, and his massive body always between you and the outside world. It’s like living in a cage with a beast that adores you—until you resist, then it’s not so cute anymore.

He’s not afraid to hurt you. Not enough to break you (he’d never want to damage his precious treasure), but enough to remind you who owns you. And if anyone else tries to interfere? They disappear. No hesitation. No mercy. König is not sharing you. Ever.

If you give in, if you stop fighting, he’s the most affectionate, touch-starved nightmare you’ll ever meet. You’re smothered with love, whispered praises, and overwhelming adoration—but you’re never free.

— 2. SIMON RILEY ⋆

Ghost is calculated, methodical, and patient. His obsession doesn’t explode all at once—it festers. It grows, creeping into every aspect of his mind until you are the only thing that makes sense. He watches you for months. Learns your habits, your routines, your fears. Ghost doesn’t act on impulse—when he takes you, it’s because he’s already ensured that nothing can be traced back to him.

And the worst part? You won’t even realize you’re trapped until it’s too late.

Simon is a gaslighter. He makes you doubt yourself, makes you believe that the world is too dangerous for someone like you. That you’re safer with him. If you run, he finds you. No matter where you go, he always finds you. His punishments aren’t physical, but they’re just as terrifying. He isolates you, takes away your choices, makes you so dependent on him that leaving isn’t even an option anymore.

And when you finally break? When you look at him with trust instead of fear? That’s when he knows he’s won.

— 3. KEEGAN P. RUSS ⋆

Keegan is a shadow. A silent, watchful presence that never leaves your side. You feel him before you ever see him—watching, waiting. Unlike the others, he’s less about physical control and more about mental domination.

You’ll hear noises at night. See things out of the corner of your eye. Feel a hand brush your skin when no one’s there. Keegan is an expert at psychological warfare, and he uses it to break you down piece by piece. He wants you to need him. To crave him the same way he craves you.

And when he finally steps out of the shadows? It’s not with chains or locked doors—it’s with a smile. A gentle voice. A promise that he’ll protect you from the world, from all the dangers that lurk in the dark. From himself.

And by the time you realize he’s the danger, It’s already too late.

— 4. JOHN MACTAVISH ⋆

Soap is different. He’s not cruel. He’s not cold. He genuinely believes that what he’s doing is for the best. He’s the kind of yandere that truly thinks you love him back—you just don’t know it yet.

His obsession is overwhelming. He needs you, and that need makes him reckless. Soap is the type to act before he thinks, to grab your wrist when you try to walk away, to hold you too tight when you resist. But the moment he sees your fear? Your hesitation? It breaks him. He doesn’t want you to be scared. He wants you to be happy. With him.

Soap is the kind of yandere who begs for your love. Who looks at you with desperate, pleading eyes, asking why you won’t just see what he sees. And when you finally smile at him, tell him you love him?

He’s the happiest man alive.

Soap isn’t the worst yandere to have—but he’s still a yandere. You’ll never be able to escape his overwhelming love.

— 5. JOHN PRICE ⋆

Price is the best yandere to have—but that doesn’t mean you’re free. He’s possessive, but in a way that feels comforting. Price is older, more experienced—he doesn’t let his emotions control him. He’s rational about his obsession. Smart.

Price doesn’t steal you away. He makes you want to stay. He builds a life around you, gives you security, makes you feel like the outside world isn’t worth the trouble. If you fight? He sighs, arms crossed, telling you that you’re being dramatic. That you’re safest with him.

And when you finally accept that this is your life now?

He kisses your forehead, murmuring, “That’s my girl.”

You’re not leaving—but at least he makes the cage feel like home.

— Final Ranking

König (Completely unhinged, no escape)

Ghost (Tactical, manipulative, and always in control)

Keegan (Obsessive stalker who wears you down mentally)

Soap (Desperate, emotionally driven, smothering but not cruel)

Price (Protective, controlling, but still somewhat gentle)

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[duskier]

Is Soap the crazy ex that's stealing your stuff and Ghost won't do anything about it?

cw toxic relationship, stalking, pillow humping, panty sniffing/licking

The sheer AMOUNT of asks and comments and tags I got begging for it to be fem Soap... TBH I hadn't originally Thought that but yall convinced my ass so easy!! (As if toxic lesbianism isn't my bread and fucking butter)

Soap being sooo obsessed with you- Ghost dumped her because he loves loves LOVES seeing Soap emotionally distraught but got distracted with you soon after, he forgot to take Soap back before her last bits of sanity fled her.

She starts by finding all your social media, she swears that you're posting soft launch photos of Ghost’s hand on your thigh specifically to taunt her. Of course, all that does is rile her up more, and the logical conclusion to cope with that, of course, is to break into your flat while you're away on vacation with Ghost. Serves you right for flying to the fucking Caribbean with her man.

She considers smashing everything she can get her claws on while draped on your bed, your cat purring against Soap while she pets it mindlessly. Spares herself a little maniacal smile at the idea burning your whole fucking place down- she'd wait around a corner as you'd come home and fall to your knees in agony having lost it all.

Scratching just beneath the cats chin and cooing, "Don't worry love, I'd be sure to take good care of ye. Probably better than yer mum thas' for sure."

Ultimately, she does something stranger. She spends the entirety of your remaining vacation (two weeks, one day, and seventeen hours-- bleeding Christ, Ghost never spent more than two nights at Soap’s flat) living as you. The sweet old woman across from you that you asked to check in on your cat while you were gone? Why, she's so old her eyesight is going out. She doesn't trust her memory that much either. So when she squints up at Soap, she doesn't question anything as she passes the fraud your house key.

"Back early, eh pet?"

"Ah, no, but time does fly, doesnae?"

She wakes up every morning in your perfumed, satin sheets. She brushes her teeth with your brush, your paste- licking the bristles like a sweet until all the mint flavor was gone. Showers with all your soaps and slathers herself with your expensive oils after. Looks herself in the eyes in the mirror as she puts your lipstick on. Finds any set of clothes in your closet that fit her, unafraid to play tailor to make especially pretty items fit. Doesn't care if your shoes don't fit her, she makes them fit one way or another. Eats your oats, drinks your coffee from your unwashed mug as she looks down fondly as the cat eats the breakfast Soap put out for it. When she orders out, she puts your name down. Gets a little thrill in the cafes when they call out her tea but your name, gleefully smiling as she takes the paper cup.

Takes strange men home, and by home that still means yours, so they can fuck her like a worthless whore while spitting your name. It's pornographic when Soap throws her head back and cums with a cry when a man won't stop whining your name. She can't escape the sweet smell of your perfume.

Living as you, Soap has never felt so beautiful or put together in her life. It comes as a horrible, dizzying conclusion to Soap in the dead of night: she's not mad at you anymore. She's in love with you. It has her staggering out of bed, nearly collapsing at your hamper when she finds what she was hoping for. Falling over herself back onto your bed and mounting one of your pillows, muscular hips jerking as she rubs her bare, sopping cunt against the fabric. One hand gripping the corner of the pillow, keeping it in place and imagining it was your hair in her fist. The other hand holding a pair of your underwear to her nose. She takes a grotesquely deep sniff, eyes rolling back in her head with a guttural moan. She doesn't stop even as her hips start to buck faster, more desperate. It was then Soap’s turn to whine out your name like it were a last prayer, again and again. Strong thighs flexing as her rhythym became more erratic, her body bowing forward as she chased her orgasm. Tongue daring to dart out and tasting salt, tasting you, the new love of her life, this was the straw that finally broke Soap for good.

[ceilidho]

im going into septic shock thinking about fem!soap being a creepy gross girl best friend.

i can just so STRONGLY imagine her convincing reader to shower together, since of course girl best friends sometimes shower together!!

Soap offers to wash reader’s back, ends up working around to “washing” reader’s tits but, ends up ditching the loofa on the shower floor. Reader whining and complaining about its weird and uncomfortable but it’s just so stinking cute when she’s flustered, Soap can’t help herself!!!!!

Reader then scrambles out of the shower once the water goes cold, leaving poor soap by herself to a chilly shower. Eventually Soap slips into bed with sleepy reader.

Reader wakes up around 3am to strange sounds. Sees Soap got into reader’s snapchat my eyes only! pink silicone toy she was using between her legs wasn’t hers either!!!

but it’s all okay because they’re both girls, of course :)

( sorry had to yap a bit, i love me some women )

no same, i know i mainly write straight piv sex, but i've really mainly dated women in my personal life. i need to write lesbian smut.

im dying thinking about a man having the nerve to ask you out in front of Soap only to have her throw an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to her. when you complain after she chases him away, she just murmurs something in your ear like "he wouldnae have been any good for ye, hen; i'm just trying ta make sure no one takes advantage of ye."

ofc she says that but when the two of you go to the beach together, she also play wrestles with you in the sand and tugs on your bikini bottoms until they pull tight against your clit and you start squirming. and Soap pretends like she has no idea why you're freaking out and trying to push her off, just laughs all breathlessly and pulls harder.

[mina-org]

part one - part two - part three (you're here!) - part four - part five- six

simon can't believe how far hes fallen.

Lurking outside high street underwear shops, stealing your phone, worst of all? He’s sipping tea in an overpriced coffee shop, you used to always want to meet him in the place opposite but he didn’t fancy a public indecency charge so he’d let you sit there for while, order drinks for the two of you and wait, when his tea turned told and yours had been drank you usually got a text saying to come over, he didn’t feel like going into town.

Your not even with him explaining that matcha is actually really good and he should try it, no your fawning over johnny and he’s watching his bird. He hopes this is rock bottom but he feels like it’s not.

"lass if I dinnae know better, I'd think ya' was avoiding me" his playful tone doesnt hide the hurt, he wants you to feel bad for ghosting him, and you do. Johnnys never been mean. Never mistreated you, why are you punishing him for Simon’s mistakes?

"im sorry, I know you and simon are close but he really did number on me and I just, I just don't wanna risk bumping into him." he can praticularly smell the the anxiety coming off you.

"Aye he’s been going mad, wants his wee bird back." Johnny says feigning sadness for his mate. in honestly Johnny was enjoying it, you were talking to him, looking at him, while simon gawked at you two from across the road.

you laugh, "no he wants a warm hole." you blurt out, causing Johnny to laugh, he expecting you to cry or something but not be that blunt.

“Lass hes just nae used to-” johnny tries to defend him but you cut him off, frustrated, you were what? a decade younger and knew how to treat people well.

“Used to what? He’s 40.” You snap back, Simon was old enough to know better.

“He’s nae 40 yet hen, and he’s not used to tiptoeing, ya know?” He laughs at you adding years to him, he’s sure Simon is seething but he can’t quite make out his expression

“Tiptoeing?” You question. You can accuse Simon of a lot of stuff but tiptoeing? Not fucking one of them, if stomping on people was an Olympic sport he’d be bringing home a gold medal.

“Yeah like your so sensitive lass and he’s nae really used to it.” Johnny says simply and when your face drops he knows his choice of words could maybe use some work especially when you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

Johnny cant help himself. he can see simon through the window, sipping on his tea as he watches this little pre date. So he calls him up, simon was saying earlier he misses that pretty voice well he actually complained about how much you used to talk at him and how the peace and quiet was actually nice.

However Johnnys an expert in simonisms and that means he miss you and wants you to come back to him, he gets the same treatment, they all do. telling him to be quiet.

when you rejoin the table his phone is face or screen down, speaker pointing towards you, next to a another drink for you.

How sweet of him:)

"had to keep ya here somehow," he explained as he asked how you were doing, you had left the flat so defeated. He hated to see a pretty girl so sad.

his eyes seemingly look pass you though, getting lost out the window. Usually he was attentive maybe he didn’t want to slag off Simon, but he keeps pushing, asking how you’re feeling, what you’ve been doing and though his eyes drift back to the window but you can ignore it, for now.

"I don't know,“ you stare into the drink you stir it, the ice clinking against the glass. “It just hurt and I feel so stupid.” It’s practically a whisper, you look like a kicked puppy and Johnny, Johnny’s staring out the window with a smirk on his face. Does he find it funny? Is he gonna tell Simon? Why would you slag off Simon to his best mate?

Anxiety starts to bubble, and you just wanna leave before you embarrass yourself anymore.

Your gaze follows his out the window, now you don’t have binoculars but that looks a little like Simon, weird. It would look too weird if you were to pull out your phone and zoom in with the camera. You start to feel for your phone but it’s not in your pocket, you must’ve slipped it into one of the bags.

“Johnny do you have the time?” You ask softly and before he can react, you’re flipping over his phone and greeted by Simon’s caller ID. What the fuck?

“Johnny what the fuck? “

“Lass-“ johnny doesn’t have time to concoct a lie, your up and glaring down at him, he’d never seen you angry but it was hot, he just wished it was in different, more come backable circumstances.

“No johnny what the fuck, has Simon been on the phone this entire time?” Your voice cracks and your lips tremble, embarrassed you opened up to him, Simon’s best fucking mate, embarrassed Simon knew how much he hurt

“No I don’t give a shit Simon can go fuck himself and so can you” you cut him off again, he can choke on whatever he was gonna say.

Before johnny can ask for his coffee in a to go cup you’re out the door, rushing home, tears stinging at your eyes once again. You just want to sprint home once you hear johnny belt out your name and you speed up, darting down an alleyway.

You wipe your tears before colliding into a wall you swore wasn’t there on the walk into town, a fleshy, human wall.

Its Simon.

Once again! How perfect .

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[violetwinc]

Fem Small titty Soap x Fem big titty Ghost

18+/praise kink?/fingering/pussy eating

Soap loves her body, she loves everything about it including her chest. She's about a C cup so she's not overly small but her chest isn't huge either. Soap has never had issues gaining the attention of others with her fit slim body, nice abs and thick thighs. Soap loves

showing off her body in anyway possible like wearing tight clothing unlike Ghost her new Girlfriend.

The two had just started dating, they have only been dating for about two weeks. The two haven't done anything physical other than kissing, Ghost normally showers by herself as

well as she only wears loose fitting clothing. So it was a shock to Soap when they're hanging out in Ghost's room and she changes, Soap's mouth drops when Ghost pulls off her hoodie along with her sports bra. Ghost's DD chest is now on display, her nipples hard from the cool air

and Soap can feel her pussy start to become wet.Ghost throws on a tank top and then finally looks up at Soap, she raises an eyebrow at her girlfriend's slacked jaw "You alright luv?" She questions and a squeak slips from Soap as she closes her mouth.

"Y-yeah" Soap manages to stutter out a response, Ghost walks closer to the bed where Soap is sitting and she places one knee in the bed right between Soap's legs but far enough away that Soap's crotch doesn't touch her thigh."You sure you're alright luv?" Ghost asks again in a

worried tone, Soap nods "um.yeah it's y-your chest" Soap can feel her face turn an even darkened shade of red the more she talks.Ghost jerks back slightly "Oh...l can put a shirt back on" she says and starts to back away "No!" Soap shouts and grips onto the hem of Ghost's tank top.

"i-i, it's your" Soap can pull her eyes away from Ghost's chest, In away she's jealous of the others size but also she wants to touch them. Soap's eyes flicker back up to Ghost's"Can touch them?" She asks hopefully, Ghost chuckles and her head hangs low causing her long

wraps her arms around Soap's neck "Go on luv" Witha small groan from Soap she places both her hands on Ghost's chest and give a slight squeeze making her girlfriend's smirk grow wider. Soap gives them another squeeze and moans at the soft flesh under her hands

blond strands to fall in front of her face, Ghost lifts her head back up to look at Soap while brushing her hair behind her ears. "is that why you're red as a tomato? You wanna touch my chest?" Ghost smirks and Soap nods, with another chuckle Ghost straddles her girlfriend and

"C-can I-lick them?" Soap asks nervously and Ghost nods. A whimper escapes Soap and she lifts up Ghost's tank top before taking her Girlfriend's right nipple into her mouth, Ghost moans at the feeling of Soap's hot mouth sucking on her nipple "Oh~"

The sound of Ghost's moans causes Soap's pussy to flutter and slick to gush, she trails kisses up from Ghost's breast to Ghost's mouth who happily returns the kiss and pushes Soap back against the bed. Ghost rips off her tank top before diving back into the kiss, she slides her

right hand under Soap's shirt and rubs her thumb across her girlfriend's nipple while her other hand grasps Soap's waist. Soap moans under the sweet touch of Ghost's warm hands, she wraps her arms around Ghost's neck and pulls the older woman into her "please" Soap begs

when they break away. Ghost gives her girlfriend a gentle kiss on the cheek before she strips Soap naked, as Ghost sits back on her knees she grins at her girlfriend's flushed face and slick pussy "Your so wet baby, if knew this would happen I would of changed in front of you sooner" Ghost chuckles and then swipes her pointer finger through Soap's slick folds causing the younger to gasp and buck into Ghost's hand. Soap whimpers as Ghost swirls her thumb over Soap's clit in a clockwise motion "So pretty" Ghost purrs

and leans over to give Soap who's gripping the pillow under her a quick kiss. Ghost trails her hand down more to Soap's entrance and uses her slick fingers that are covered in Soap's juices to press to fingers in. Soap moans and arches her back at the feeling "S-si" Ghost uses

her other hand to rub soothing circles against her girlfriend's hip "Relax baby girl, I got you" Ghost says in a soothing voice as she thrusts two fingers in and out of Soap's tight hole. Ghost moves her face down and sucks on Soap's clit while thrusting her fingers into Soap's

G spot. Soap doesn't last long once Ghost sucks on her clit, plus getting her G spot abused. Soap cums with a scream and hot liquid squits out and all over Ghost's face who eagerly drinks it up. Ghost works Soap through her orgasm until she's done and only then does Ghost pull

away "That was quick" Ghost teases as Soap comes down from her high. "Fuck~ i-i never" Soap blushes more and Ghost tilts her head to the side almost confused "I've never squirted before" Ghost's confusion disappears and she gets a large smirk on her face "Oh~ don't worry pretty girl, I'll make you squirt every time you cum" Soap's jaw drops at her girlfriend's words.

Ghost chuckles and gives Soap a sweet kiss, once they pull away Soap frowns slightly "You haven't cum" Ghost pulls her girlfriend into her lap "Don't worry luv we can always go again later, let's clean up for now though"

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor au anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 2: Piercings and Puns

“Pleeaaasse?” Johnny whines, pressing his hands together and giving you the biggest, sparkliest puppy dog look you could imagine.

You roll your eyes. “No.”

“Please! My two o’clock cancelled an’ I’m so bored!” He flops over the counter, arms dangling right above the appointment books. You pointedly ignore the size of his biceps.

“I’m not letting you pierce me just because you’re bored.” You scoff. “Now shoo, Simon’s got an appointment coming in soon.”

“But ye barely have any!” He argues. “All I’m askin’ fer is a wee ear. No’ even a nipple!”

A shocked amalgamation of a bark, laugh, and scoff forces it’s way out of you at that. “It’s still a no!”

Johnny groans, but at least moves away from the counter. Unfortunately, he takes the opportunity to circle around behind you, pinching the cartilage of your ear. “C’mon, ol’ righty’s beggin’ fer a conch.”

The intercom buzzes before you can respond. You swat Johnny away with one hand while pressing the speaker button with the other. “Hello?”

“I’ve go’ an appointment with Ghost.” A man’s voice drifts through. You blink dumbly for half a moment. You still haven’t gotten used to Simon’s social media and booking moniker - he doesn’t like giving his real name out much, apparently.

You buzz him in. Johnny is still hanging around the desk even when you leave to get Simon - making your way down the shirt hall to his studio. The large man stands in front of his stencil maker, back turned to you.

You knock on his door frame quietly. “Your guy’s here.”

“Be out in a moment.” He mumbles, focused on whatever he’s doing. You don’t really know the steps by heart, but you do know that there’s something so special about watching artists perform this repetitive song and dance. This rhythm they know by heart. Skilled hands enacting each step with careful precision.

He’s so hard to read. Big and bulky but calm as the night sea. You want him to like you, but you know badgering him certainly won’t get you there. So, you turn on your heal and head back out. When you return to the front, Johnny’s disappeared back into his room.

You suck your teeth and lean back in the desk chair, rolling your earlobe between your thumb and index finger. It’s not a bad offer, really. You only have two earlobe piercings on each side. Wouldn’t hurt to add a helix… you’ve also wanted to get your thirds done for a while. Work your way up. You glance at the clock. Simon won’t be done with his client for at least an hour or so, and you’ve balanced the registers for the moment. Both Kyle and John are out today, so they won’t need anything.

It wouldn’t hurt… well, not metaphorically.

With a sigh you stand, wandering your way to Johnny’s space. The door’s wide open, and his head snaps up the moment you step close like a sixth sense. “Takin’ me up on my offer, bonnie?”

You roll your eyes. “Guess I am.”

“Whit d’ye want?” Johnny practically skips around his station, pulling out wrapped, sanitized tools and placing them on a rolling tray. He pats the center of the padded table in the middle of the room.

“Uh, been wanting to do my thirds for a while.” You shrug. “If you have time for two.”

“Och, I’ve got all the time in the world fer ye, hen.” Johnny grins, pulling up in front of you and grabbing a marker.

He’s so close as he places the marks on your ears, warm fingers feeling for the best spots. A thumb traces the back of your left ear down just to the beginning of your jaw briefly. Fuck, he smells good. Warm musk with hints of citrus around the edges. The way he tucks your hair back, hands framing your face as he lines up the dots, is so oddly intimate compared to the other times you’ve gotten pierced. He chews at his lip in concentration, pulling at the scar on his chin while turning your head back forth a couple times.

“Think I’ve got it.” He grins and steps back. “Have a look.”

You take the mirror, casually checking but not paying too much attention. You trust him to do right by you. “Looks good.”

“A’right. Now the fun part.” He grins, tearing open the pack of tools and a two new needles.

“Is this fun?” You frown, squirming a little at the size of the needle.

“It’s always fun t’poke a pretty girl.”

You roll your eyes, a growing theme between you two it seems. “Oh, you thought that was real clever, didn’t you? Had that in your pocket a while?”

“Why donnae ye reach in an‘ check?” He murmurs, leaning close to clamp your left ear. You’re half tempted to tell him it’s mean to tease a fat girl like this - but you don’t think he means anything like that by it. He’s just a flirt by nature.

Before you can answer, he shoves the needle through your ear. You stiffen, a strained noise bubbling up out of your throat.

Johnny coos as he slips the earring into your ear. “One doon.”

“Uh-huh.” You sniffle. Not that it hurts badly, just a basic physical reaction. Johnny still gives you an empathetic smile.

The second goes quicker, Johnny locked in on his work. It’s interesting, seeing how intense they get. You Is it odd to wish someone would look at you like that? With that much focus and passion?

“There ye go…good girl.” He murmurs in that deep rumble that would have you squirming if you didn’t still have a needle through your ear. “Doin’ so good f’me...”

“You’re a devil, MacTavish.”

Johnny just chuckles, knowing full well exactly what he’s doing. He steps back to look at the final result after slipping the second stud into your ear. They feel hot - like two small ovens on either side of your head.

“If it weren’t for the piercings I’d think ye were blushing, hen.”

“You’re gonna get yourself slapped one of these days.” You scoff, sliding off the table.

“Wouldnnae be the first time.”

You find yourself rolling your eyes for the millionth time.

You grunt, squatting low in an attempt to pick the last of the parlor trash. It’s not that you mind, trash was part of your duties from the start, but holy shit do these boys put bricks in their bins? You’d think tattoos would make light trash. Especially after the sharps are disposed of separately.

“Solid?” Simon appears in the hall, eyes flicking over you. You still can’t tell how he feels about you. Neutral, you suppose. At least that’s all you can glean from behind his seemingly permanent black surgical mask.

“Ya.” You sigh, letting the bag drop and leaning back to stretch. “Just heavy. Swear y’all aren’t throwing rocks in these just to fuck with me?”

You give him a grin. Simon just cocks an eyebrow - exaggerated by the small piercing lining it. You think, maybe the slight shaking of his shoulder is a laugh. In combination won’t he crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Maybe not.

“‘ere.” Simon grunts, closing the short distance between you quickly before snatching up the bag like it weighs almost nothing.

You stutter, following after him toward the back exit. “You don’t have to-“

“Not a problem.” He grunts, tossing the thing over the side of the bin. He quietly leads you back inside, locking the door behind you “Johnny go’ you already?”

When you frown in confusion he points to his ears.

“Oh! Yeah.” You shrug, leading the way back to front desk to finish up your closing duties. “He’s insistent. I’d wanted them for a while anyway so I figured there’s no harm.”

“Give ‘im an inch...” He sighs, pointing to the black bar bridge piercing at the apex of his nose. “Somehow talked me into this shite.”

You tilt your head. “Yeah? I think it suits you.”

It really does. You can’t see most of his nose form under the mask but the arc of it leading up to bridge is strong, the piercing settling into the space nicely.

Simon breaks the silence. “You about done?”

“Almost. Just gotta check the ATM against the book real quick.” You nod.

He stares down at you for a moment, glancing out the semi-opaque window, now black with the night sky. There aren’t many street lamps on this side of town. You can only see a very faint glow from the one down by the car park.

“I’ll wait.” Simon settles his wide frame into Kyle’s usual chair.

“Oh! No you don’t have to! I’m sure you’re tired-“

“Wouldn’t feel right leavin’ you alone in the dark.” He cuts you off.

“It’s not a far walk-“

He scoffs. “Definitely not leaving you to walk alone.”

You sink your teeth into your lip, debating briefly on arguing. Based on his comfortable lean and crossed arms, it’s probably best to just let him walk you home. He looks so wide like that, veins prominent across his forearms. Fuck, you gotta find a boyfriend or booty call or something in this city. Anything to stop the temptation to stare at your hot coworkers.

It doesn’t take long to finish up your final chores. You turn all but one light off, wiring down from the bright overheads glaring at you all day. You glance over at Simon a few times while locking up the ATM, his covered face lit up by the light of his phone.

He leads you out of the shop once you’re finished, locking the door behind you and trying it a couple times to be sure. “Which way?”

“Uh, down here. It’s only twenty minutes.” You murmur, feeling guilty that you’ve kept him out extra late. You shove your hands in your hoodie pockets as you walk, the only sound on the street made up of your footsteps and some distant cars.

“What falls but never gets hurt?” Simon asks suddenly.

You frown. “Huh?”

“What falls but never gets hurt?”

You squint at him, trying to decipher anything from his face in the low light. You get nothing but a calm, warm gaze resting on you.

His eyes crinkle in the corners again. “Rain.”

“Pffft-“ You choke, caught off guard. “That’s such a lame pun.”

“Oh? I’ve got a better one.” Simon says, a smirk in his tone. “Why’d the mother clam scold her children?”

You chew your lip. God, you’re too literal to be clever enough for stupid puns and riddles. It doesn’t help that your head is spinning from this brick shithouse, incredibly attractive and intimidating man spitting popsicle puns at you.

“They were being shellfish.”

“Oh fuck off!” You shove at his arm playfully without thinking. He gives, let’s you push him slightly before you stiffen. “S-sorry! I don’t-“

“Nothin’ to apologize for.” The corners of his eyes crinkle deeper. Yeah, definitely a smile. You answer it with one of your own.

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

naps to lovers?

price is an accident, you fall asleep watching a movie with him after he cradles you in his bed. plops down with you to do some paperwork and he's out, too. you wake up cuddled into his chest and pretend not to notice his boner.

next it's johnny. you're both exhausted from sparring and workouts. instead of showering, he pulls you to his bed and tells you to wait for him before you get in. by the time you want up, the sheets are crusted with sweat and soap is on top of you, crushing you to the mattress.

after that, it's both johnny and kyle. smooshed between them after a long hard mission, it's hard not to appreciate two nice pillows. simon has the picture of you three asleep on each other.

kyle finds you in the mess hall after, pulling you to your room with the promise of takeout and uninterrupted rest.

simon is standoffish at first, but eventually offers himself up as a weighted blanket for you after being reprimanded by another force's captain (don't worry, price and gaz are handling it). he lets you hold him close while stroking your hair and face until you drift off. he frequents in odd hours with you (when he knows your alone or stacked up with another one of the boys).

you don't mean for it to, but it becomes much more regular. price pulling you into his lap during late night briefings, soap's head in your lap, and kyle following you back to your room. they get so much more casually affectionate- hands on you at all times, forehead kisses, and sweet words. they begin to take you out together after missions and on off days to movies and shopping (they love dressing you up).

this all builds up to a random friday where they bring you to a house about 30 minutes from base. lately, they'd all been a bit more secretive and making investments "for the wellbeing of the team" like price's new truck that could seat 7. the house has all five of yours stuff in it (ash trays, half finished sketches, sewing kits, kyle's hat on the table). you see some of your missing clothes in one of the big dressers half-opened drawers.

it shouldn't be a surprise to you then when you walk in the bedroom and there's a california king. you really should have expected it, hen, they've been courting you for months!

yeah, johnny's naked on the bed, so what?