#john x cliff

[brewed-pangolin]

Ribbed for Her Pleasure

A/N: I can't recall who I saved this Soap photo from. If anyone knows, please tell me so I can give credit. 💛

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Explicit Smut, P in V, filthy banter, car sex, slight exhibitionism

Thank y'all for being patient. Seems like the writers block has started to lift a bit, and I'm finally back to indulging myself in Soap filth. Enjoy a nice road trip that turns into an exciting sexcapade. @glitterypirateduck I decided to flip the script on this one. I can't say no to Soap being a menacing tease. @waves-against-a-cliff thank you for sending in my first 🛞⭕💢⭕💢🛞, hope you like it.

Love y'all. And happy Super Soap Sunday!

WC ~2k

4Runner Soap loves to tease while driving on extended road trips.

--

It's subtle at first. His warm hand resting on your thigh as you ramble on about nothing and everything under the sun.

He'll steal a few quick glances of your expression to attempt to gauge whether or not he's having the desired effect on you.

If you meet his steely gaze with equal growing intentions, he'll keep his hand resting on your thigh with a loving squeeze as his attention returns to the road ahead.

Yet if you show no reaction to his ministrations, continuing your verbal regurgitation of the weeks events, he'll have no choice but to press onward. His one hand gripped tightly around the steering wheel as the other moved further down ever closer between your thighs.

You feel his hand meandering ever closer to your clothed heat, but pay no mind to him. Only pointing out the next exit as you once more embellish his ears with mindless and unending banter.

Unperturbed by your unwillingness to give in, he sets forth in motion the one move, his last effort against your resolve to force you to finally surrender to him.

You didn't notice the subtle shift in the vehicles trajectory at first. Too focused on your phone and following the tiny icon as it moved along the highlighted route on the GPS.

It was only when you heard the rumbling hum of the tires over the ribbed outer lines of the lanes did you finally pull your eyes and pull your attention to him.

Before you could utter a singular protest, his hand moved the center of your thighs and pressed his index and middle finger into the inner seam of your jeans. Enhancing the continuous feel of the vibrations reverberating under the metal frame as they culminated into the growing throb emanating within your swelling folds.

"Johnny," you whimpered in feigning protest as his fingertips rubbed over the raised center of your trousers.

"What are you doing? Pay attention to the-"

"Shu' it, lass." Soap barked back with a playful bite rolling off his tongue.

"Rest tha' mouth a'yers fer a minute, yeah. Or I'm gonnae 'ave ta put ta better use."

Words failed you as his thick fingers continued to push into the flesh of your clothed cunt. Still riding the jagged lines on the pavement, making you roll your eyes back and bite your lip to quell the muffled moan threatening to escape within the depths of your throat.

"Ya like tha', bonnie? Ribbed fer yer pleasure by th'roadside?" He mocked with a confidence that never failed to make you quiver.

Feeling your arousal pool within in the depths of your soaking heat as his fingers pressed firmly against your swollen folds. Only managing to moan in response, which further fueled his resolve with a guttural growl, pulling his hands away from your growing pleasure and immediately shifting to take the next exit.

"Johnny, this isn't our exit."

"Nah. Emergency stop. Got a full stauner 'ere, and I cannae focus on nothin' else except tha' sweet pussy a'yers."

You turned to face him, eyes glancing down to focus on thr growing tent in his pants. The sounds of 4Runner's engine revving mirroring the sexual tension between the seats as Soap veered the vehicle into traffic, his eyes desperate and focused on finding a secluded passage for some much needed privacy.

-

It took no more than five minutes to find one that met his growing needs. A meandering dirt road that ended against an abandoned fence with a rusted and weather tempered 'No Trespassing' sign.

You barely had a moment to unbuckle your seat belt as he made his way to your side of the SUV. Inhuman speed fed by an unadulterated need to take you, unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder with a huffing grunt. Only to be reciprocated by a piercing snicker, accepting your fate as he threw you into the flattened back of the cargo space and greedily began tearing your clothes away.

"Aren't you afraid we'll get caught?" Your pathetic attempt to reason with him only seemed to spur him further into a needy and unbridled rage.

"Fuck 'em. My need fer ya outweighs them bloody regulations." Soap spat back through gritted teeth.

Your exposed form laying out for him as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the chiseled frame that always seemed to render you speechless and begging for him.

Feeling the warmth of your arousal pool within your folds, spreading your legs to invite him in with a confident stare that mirrored his own hungry gaze.

"Steamin Jesus, look a'tha. Already fuckin soakin fer me, aren't ya, bonnie?"

"Always, Johnny. Nobody makes me wetter than you."

Soap's cerulean eyes swirled with glorious intent, flickering between your desperate expression and the glistening folds of encroaching conquest as he hastily unbuckled the confines of his trousers. Pushing the fabric of his pants and boxers down to release his throbbing length, a subtle whimper escaping his lips to the cool air hitting his hot flesh as a stream of precum ran down the tip of his reddened cock.

"Yer always so fuckin pretty like this, lass. Spread out an' jus' waitin fer me."

His jaw tightened to sight of your cunt clenched around nothingness in reaction to his sultry brogue. Splaying yourself out for him like a sacrificial lamb while the deafening sounds of echoing traffic echoed from deep within the trees and rolled around the walls of your private encampment.

"Gonnae fuck ya good, bonnie," he purred lowly with a rolling timbre. Ever so slowly moving like a predator as he encroached and hovered over your flushed and exposed form.

The maelstrom churning within the depths of his eyes luring you to his turbulent sea of ecstacy, nestling himself within the crevice of your thighs as he aligned his hardened cock to the puckering hole of your swollen cunt.

"Joh-" your muffled attempt to calm his name was silenced as his mouth sealed over your lips. Piercing the fluttering walls of your pussy in one fluid stroke, bottoming out with a resonating growl while his hands found purchase under the soft bend of your knees.

"Put yer knees on me shoulders, bonnie." He coaxed, pulling away from your lips to guide the shaky limbs of your legs over the broad expanse of his shoulders.

The sudden shift in position moving him slightly within your tight walls as the greedy flesh of your cunt clenched around his turgid length. Rolling your eyes back with a hissing breath, hands flying up above your head to find purchase within the haul of the vehicle as he laid his dense and muscular form on top of your folded and contorted frame.

"Tha's it, bonnie. Fuckin' clench around me. Lemme feel how much ya need me."

As the sounds of his rumbling voice reverberated within your ears, he glacially pulled his hips back. Nearly pulling out completely before penetrating once more and filling the silken depths of your heat in one fluid and languid thrust. 

Forcing a gravelly moan from within the cavern of your chest, fingers wrapping around the metal frame protruding from the haul as Soap braced his hands on either side of your head and steadily began to thrust himself deep into your greedy hole.

“Johnny- aren't ya gonna close- the hatch?” you groaned, gritting your teeth while he picked up his pace. Steadily pounding his hips against your ass, his lips curling into a cocky smile while his eyes glinted at his mischievous intent.

“Nah, bonnie. Gonnae give em- a good show-” he crooned in response with a breathy growl. Disregarding your concern for the outside world, continuing to pound his cock into your welcoming heat as the creaking sound of the suspension began to echo across the shell of your ears.

You attempted to lift your head and catch a glimpse of the tree laden environment around you, only to be forced back down as Soap changed trajectory once more. Your mouth falling open with a silently pleasured protest as the thick head of his cock ran over a sensitive bundle of nerves deep within your cunt that only he had managed to find.

“Holy fuck!” Your voice hollered over the sounds of the croaking suspension, finally giving into the unrelenting ecstasy only he could provide. Arching your back against the carpeted floor of the cargo space, desperate to meet his powerful thrusts and aid in his direction while he maintained a steady, vigorous pace.

“Found tha’ spot. Didnae I, bon? Gonnae make a mess on me cock? Scream me name as I fuck ya real good? Clenchin around me like-”

“Goddammit! Shut up!” 

His unending banter had finally pushed your quiet resolve to the wayside. Reaching your hand feverishly towards his neck, wrapping your fingers around the chain of his dangling dog tags to bring his running mouth down to your lips and ultimately rendering him blissfully silent. 

Sinking your teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip as you wrap your free arm around the back of his neck. Keeping his chest flushed against yours, a thin sheen of sweat forming between the sliding flesh and forcing only his hips to move as he pumped himself into the depths of your soaking heat.

The wet sounds of your pussy emanating off the plastic and fabric haul of his 4Runner, accompanied by the combined gasping breaths from your chests that formed into a blissfully erotic symphony. A duet only heightened by the most pornagraphic whimper you had ever heard against your mouth as his hips began to stutter and his eyes pleaded for his upcoming release.

“Steamin Jesus, bonnie. I’m gonnae come. Gonnae fill ya up.” Soap’s muffled words vibrated against the flesh of your mouth as your free hand gripped into the thick locks of his mohawk. 

Pulling his mouth away to bury his face into the crook of your neck. Letting your lips seal over the top of his shoulder and silence the strained bellow from within your chest as your orgasm suddenly erupted and coursed through your veins like a violent blaze.

Soap’s hot breath cascading against your flesh with a guttural growl, his hands gripping to the carpeted fabric as he bottomed out in one final thrust and emptied himself against the spongy walls of your pulsing cervix. Pulling his trembling body up to let your legs fall and extend, the burn of over exertion flowing underneath your skin as an all too familiar ache began to form within the buried tissue around your pelvis.

“Jesus Christ, Soap. Where the fuck did this come from?” Your voice hushed in the grips of blissful afterglow, hands meandering to his temples while his body steadily began to collapse above you.

“Donnae know, lass. Thinkin maybe, it was them bloody reflectors.”

Reluctantly, Soap began to pull himself off your overly exhausted frame, only to be pulled back down by your clawing hands and laid his head against your sweat ladened and heaving bare chest.

“Not yet, babe. Just rest a minute.” Speaking in a hushed tone, you pressed your lips against the drenched crest of his scalp. Tasting the saltiness against your tongue and allowing your hands to gently run down the curve of his spine as you felt him steadily give into body’s exhaustion. 

“If you don’t rest, Johnny, I’m gonna have to drive the rest of the way while you sleep this off.”

“Haud yer weesht, hen.” He retorted, his brogue quiet and muffled against the supple flesh of your breast. Your lips curling into a smooth smile as you reveled in the gentle sounds of nature accompanied by the everpresent hum of distant traffic.

4Runner Wingman Masterlist

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[verdantcreek]

he was the best of us. | lyrics from fin by mustard service

[meyerlansky]

i'm very 👀 about what bucky's family situation looks like, actually. historically, his dad died in nov '42, so he's only six months out from it at the start of the show, but it never really comes up—he doesn't flinch or offer anything back when gale talks about his dad, which... maybe he had a good relationship with his dad, so he doesn't have anything to offer. but he doesn't look at gale like he's surprised at cleven sr being a bad dad the way i'd expect a character with a fairly happy, uneventful home life to react to "my dad left me sleeping on benches"-level bad parenting. and if he DID have a shitty relationship with his dad, that's the perfect moment to empathize and bond over it. but he doesn't take it.

and then we get the revelation that he doesn't get any letters in the stalag. obviously he's not getting romantic letters, but one of the other guys mentions a letter he got is from his mom, with equivalent relief and comfort to gale's reaction to marge's letters. in so doing the show establishes that letters from family presumably count for the conversation the bucks have wrt having someone to get letters from. bucky's mom is still around. why doesn't he at least get letters from her? he's got two sisters, historically—one's three years older and the other's six years younger. both ages that wouldn't exactly hinder sending letters to your POW brother. but nothing.

initially i was gonna say i have trouble believing that bucky—who wears every emotion he has plain on his face, who's so stupidly easy to read that everyone thinks they know exactly what's going on with him in every scene, and who has a hugely visible downward spiral when his preferred options for coping with STUPENDOUS AND COMPOUNDING traumas are taken away from him—either:

has so solidly processed his dad's recent death inside six months that he doesn't need to externalize any reaction to it, or

is somehow better at keeping the details of how he feels about his family close to his chest than he is about basically every other feeling he's ever had

and it's still possible that his relationship with his family is simply unremarkable and there's nothing deeper to it. or that he had a bad relationship with his dad, but not any worse than your average "my dad and i didn't get along great" kind of deal, not cleven-level bad. but... i dunno, man, i have trouble buying THAT, more than i have trouble buying that the situation is deeper than bucky lets show.

his MOTHER doesn't even write to him. and we don't find this out until he's been stalag'd for over a year. so he... does actually keep it pretty close to his chest. more importantly, he keeps it close to his chest when it's something he could use to strengthen his relationship with gale. that doesn't really fit with the read of bucky as an open book looking for anything he can get from gale. like... it doesn't fit with that read of him at all.

it feels way more likely to me that there's Bad Shit there, and that that Bad Shit extends beyond bucky's relationship with his dad, into his relationship with his mom and even into coloring his relationship with his now-adult sisters. something like being kicked out, or disowned, or bucky deliberately going no-contact. and that's interesting on its own—what could he possibly have done to lose his entire family like that? my personal guess is he got caught with a boy and got kicked out over it, but it could be hetero slutting around too; it could be the drinking or the gambling or not going to school or his parents just fucking suck absolute ass, or any number of things that aren't Picturesque Rural Wisconsin Family appropriate

but also. i'm really fascinated by the sense of... isolation, i guess? that this confers on him as a character. he's such a loud, eye-catching presence In The Moment, and i wonder how long it takes the people around him to realize that he only seems to exist In The Moment, and doesn't have a past he's anchored in enough to discuss it even with the people he's closest to.

like how long does it take gale to realize he's spilled his guts about his dad to bucky, in a way that very clearly carries some level of "i'm letting you see something no one else has seen" feeling with it... and he got nothing back of equivalent weight wrt bucky's family, not just in that conversation but at any point that we see on screen? months? years? does gale EVER realize bucky's hidden/neglected to share his past even after gale's given bucky his?

[thestarlight3]

Meredith Baxter as Meg March & Cliff Potts as John Brooke

Little Women (1978) Miniseries Dir. David Lowell Rich Written by: Suzanne Clauser Based on the book “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

[garfieldisbetterthanyou]

if only we had longer

warnings for major character death & suicide implications.

here’s a comic i made :-)

[aishnico]

since i’ve never saw these type of fics of them, i guess i’m going to write them myself. *sigh* i swear i’m so normal about them

[freytful]

Kojima rly threw in some canon doomed Mads Mikkelsen soldier yaoi riiight into the end of death stranding like he was throwing a bone to the wolves, only for the fandom to entirely ignore said canon doomed Mads Mikkelsen soldier yaoi in favor of [???] because the other guy was black

[starlightvld]

Chapter 15 - Knock 'Em Down

Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts Call of Duty | Soapghost | MWIII fix-it | Rated E | 15/18

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The rumble of the plane touching down wakes Soap. He's warm and comfortable, so it takes a gentle squeeze to his thigh for him to grudgingly open his eyes. Gaz's wide, teasing grin greets him, and he shoots his friend a dirty look. A glance to the right proves Price is also watching him with a smirk and a cocked brow.

"Is sleeping beauty finally awake?" Price asks when their gazes meet.

"Awa' an bile yer heid," he grumbles.

Price and Gaz chuckle in response, but it's good natured. And familiar. It feels like coming home, which is an ironic thing to think as they taxi toward the foreign base close to the Russian border where he and Laswell will set up their support operation, but it's never been more true. Here with his team, on a mission, part of the action — or at least as much a part of it as he can be — he's back where he belongs.

He and Ghost are sitting opposite from how they started, John's head now leaning on Ghost's shoulder with Ghost's arm tucked securely between them, hand resting on Soap's thigh. Soap lifts his head, and they both adjust their seats upright as they taxi down the runway. When he looks up, Ghost is already looking at him, that now-familiar warmth pouring from his gaze and covering Soap in a blanket of affection.

Ghost's hand remains firmly planted on his thigh.

...

Read the rest on AO3:

Chapter 15 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/52536466/chapters/146962039

Start from the beginning - https://archiveofourown.org/works/52536466

[just-another-siimp]

Love and Pain

Johnny's been gone 6 months now, except suddenly he's home and your boss asks you to stay back a few hours longer. Surely you can wait til your shift finishes? Unless fate has other plans for you

Warnings: bad guys uwu, more shitty dialogue, not beta read again

To fall in love was a natural thing, each and every human experiences love in some way shape or form. Falling in love was something that John had never seen himself doing, he’d always imaged that he’d be six feet under before experiencing the chance to fall so madly and deeply in love. Yet three years ago, in a small coffee shop he fell. He fell so hard that not even Price could warn him of the complications that came with loving in their line of work, there wasn’t a lot of time for love. Except for you, he seemed to have all of the time in the world. 

Like you he couldn’t wait until six o’clock rolled around, he couldn’t wait to have you in his arms again and take you home. Most of all he couldn’t wait to spoil you with all the love he’d stored away whilst on deployment, he’d planned to take you on picnics and to see a movie that had premiered just a week ago. John wanted to return to something normal, something that could distract him from the six months of hell he’d just been through. 

So when he arrived at the coffee shop to find it surrounded by police tape his heart dropped, a shrill ringing began in his ears as he continued forward pushing past the police tape until he was eventually stopped by an officer. They weren’t fast enough, he caught a glimpse of tables overturned, cups smashed on the floor, a bullet hole in the coffee machine but what was worse was the blood. There was so much of it, staining the floor and tables leaving a trail out onto the street. 

For once he didn’t go charging in, allowing himself to be pushed back behind the police tape again. Reaching for his phone he called the only other person who came to mind, the skull masked contact picture seeming to loom at him from the screen. Ghost answered straight away, silent as he waited for him to say something. Except nothing came out, they’d just bought a body bag out of the cafe. 

“Johnny?” The body within the bag was bigger than you, yet it didn’t change that someone had died. His heart rate increased. “Oi Johnny- did you butt dial me?” 

Police sirens sounded as more detectives arrived, doors slamming shut behind him. He stood there numb to everything around him, his greatest fear was quickly becoming a reality. Where were you?

“Are those sirens? Soap, where are you?” He swore he couldn’t breathe, one of the police officers had just walked out of the cafe with a handgun in an evidence bag. “MacTavish, answer me that’s an order.”

“Cafe.”   

-

Ghost didn’t come alone, Price and Gaz followed behind him all three of them casing out the street as though it was about to become a battlefield. Did they know something he didn’t? Together he and Ghost stood in silence, the lieutenant's hand resting on the base of his neck, a firm squeeze both grounding him and stopping him from interrupting Price as he spoke to one of the detectives. Johnny hated that Price’s face gave away nothing, not even Gaz who was the easiest to read out of all of them had reacted to what the detective had to say. 

“Johnny. They’re coming back.” Ghost’s hand dropped back to his side as he straightened up, they both stepped back allowing Price and Gaz enough room to go under the tape. 

“Leaves canceled.” none of them argued, if leave was canceled it meant that whatever happened at the cafe involved them. If something had happened to you because of him, because of his job? He’d make the entire world burn. Price’s hand on his shoulder drew him out of his murderous thoughts. “The authorities have already sent the cctv footage over to us, Soap you’re coming back to base with us.” 

No one argued.

-

He watched the cctv footage play out in front of him, heart aching as he caught how your lips seemed to be moving. John wondered if you were singing or talking to yourself as you worked. Guilt pooled in his chest, if he hadn’t gone back to the base with the others maybe he could’ve stopped this. The footage slowed as a man entered the cafe, the angle of the security camera not able to catch his face as he approached the counter. Everything seemed to be normal as you took his order, that was until two other men entered. Their faces were visible to the camera this time. 

“Gaz-” Price’s voice seemed distant.

“On it boss.” 

While Gaz moved around behind him John’s eyes stayed focused on the cctv, the two men spread out in the cafe one blocking the exit while the other stood close to the bathrooms. You’d seemed to notice the strangeness of it all, stepping away from the counter smile replaced with a look of terror as three guns were pointed in your direction. There was a commotion when your manager entered, the man closest to the door yelling something before shoving him to the floor. 

It was only then that the first man turned around, eyes staring directly at the camera as a malicious grin spread across his face. The room went deathly still as Makarov’s face stared back at them, gun pointed at the camera before the screen went black.

[scarebats]

excuse me what the hell was episode four

[roseunspindle]

August 2024 TBR

[thelongstrangedrivehome2]

playlist for the fourth of april twenty twenty-four

Lou Reed & John Cale — Hello It’s Me

Warren Zevon — Veracruz

Iggy Pop — All the Way Down

Jimmy Cliff — Miss Jamaica

Frank Black — Sugar Daddy

X-Ray Spex — Let’s Submerge

Kate Bush — Running Up That Hill

Curtis Mayfield — Get Down

The Band — Across The Great Divide

Devo — (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

The Clash — Bankrobber

Bob Dylan — Pretty Saro

David Bowie — I’m Deranged

Sonic Youth — What A Waste

Primal Scream — Movin’ On Up

Neko Case — Polar Nettles

Odetta — With God On Our Side

The Kinks — All day and All Of The Night

Depeche Mode — Walking in My Shoes

New York Dolls — Frankenstein

The B-52s — Dance This Mess Around

Shihad — Silvercup

Crowded House — Into Temptation

Bob Dylan — Shot Of Love

The Jam — That’s Entertainment

Diana Ross & The Supremes — Reflections

David Gilmour & David Bowie — Arnold Layne

The Runaways — Cherry Bomb

Radiohead — Bones

Gorillaz feat. Elton John and 6LACK — The Pink Phantom

Anohni & the Johnsons — Hope There’s Someone

The Long, Strange Drive Home — East FM 88.1 107.1

[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

[thestarlight3]

Meredith Baxter as Meg March & Cliff Potts as John Brooke

Little Women (1978) Miniseries Dir. David Lowell Rich Written by: Suzanne Clauser Based on the book “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott

[emlovslennon]

Hi! I'm a fellow Cliff and John lover and I just wanted to say that I'm so glad that I found your blog! I love it so much!

John is like the love of my life so I'd love to request something for him sometime. Maybe like

Also it's awesome to find another Cliff lover. I've been into him since I was like 12 and I luckily have a lot of interesting stories about him since I had multiple family members go to school with him and interact with him, it makes me so happy to hear them!

WOAAAH THATS INSANE!!! Your family members are so lucky!! And omg thank u! You have no idea how happy that makes me and that people actually read the shit i post 😭and same here John is just <333 mwah ma luva boy, and YES ! Send a request id love to do it! Ask and ye shall receive:))