#johnny mactavish headcanons

[simonrillleyyysss]

ok what abt any cod man w an S/O walking around in just a bra n panties looking for one of his shirts to wear (based on a real experience)

i can see this with soap.

you know that thing, when you’re bent over—and someone fake bangs the air behind you?? yeah, that’s him. 100 percent

you’re too lazy to throw on a pair of shorts, just strolling around the house in ur undergarments because, at the end of the day, who’d see you?? you’re just enjoying the chillness of the house after a lazy day!!

doesn’t bother you much when the door downstairs swings open and a scatter of nails scratch against the floor—your dog almost dragging johnny through the frontdoor; listening to the scotsman soft scolds :(( letting the dog off the leash before coming up to find you!!

definitely didn’t expect to see you bent over the washbasket, rifling through it for items of his clothing—his sweaty tanktop clinging to his body as he huffed out a soft breath, sneaking up behind you!!

would wait till your back is somewhat straight and you’re looking back at him in the mirror till he fake fucks u.… toothy grin on his face n’ hands gripping at the sides of ur hips!! cackling as you scolded him with a swat of your hand.

‘mactavish!’

‘wha’? jest’ enjoyin’ the company o’ma wifey.’

‘nuthin’ wrong with it.’

would eat u out while ur in his musky vest after lol

[alwaysshallow]

ex!boyfriend soap, who makes your life absolutely fucking miserable after the breakup.

no matter if it would've been just because he's too caught up in his work, or maybe you felt like he didn't love you enough (which is completely untrue because he loves you always).

you want to change locks in your apartment so he won't come in? not a chance. he already has a key from your landlord. boo-hoo, go cry about it.

every policeman around is either his best friend, or his superior's, so there's no chance to actually report him for stalking.

your friends see him as a golden boy too, always asking why you broke up with him when he was sooo good. and he brought a nice amount of money too!! the small problems in a relationship aren't an excuse for a breakup.

he scares your dates; before or after the moment you'll meet with them.

if he manages to do it before the date, boys call you crazy; johnny usually tells them a made-up story how you broke his heart and stalked every girl he had in his contacts. if this doesn't work, he usually beats the shit out of them:/

after the date... oooh. he's under your apartment, looking all smug and asking if you two had fun; but right now, he has to go home. you're trying to tell him to suck it, but when he snatches you into the deepths of your apartament, he slams the door against the guy's nose.

"tired of playin' games, lassie," he murmurs right into your ear, biting the earlobe. "you like this back and forth? makin' me alllll jealous?"

"i am not making you―"

he pulls you by your hair, your back to his front, feeling his hardening cock. if you can remember anything from your relationship, you can feel by that gesture itself that he's mad. "―fine. if ye want to play games, let's play," he growls, his other hand travelling under your skirt.

you feel embarrassed when he laughs how wet you are from the gesture itself. when you technically hate him.

"that didn't change, at least."

[dmitriene]

there's the thing that johnny wouldn't trade for anything else, and the thing is being next to you — wherever he is and no matter how far away, there is always a glimpse of you and your warmth in the edges of his thoughts, the vivid images that call him from the farthest corners of the planet, beckoning him back.

one step of his heavy army boots against the floor of the helo is enough for him to fidget in place for the rest of the way like a restless puppy, his azure eyes sparking with bright flashes even in the dark, foot nervously taps an indistinct rhythm on the floor, attracting the attention of his comrades.

and when they dare to ask through loud barks what makes him behave so unusually, he is not ashamed to say that he is in a hurry to return home — to his bonnie lass, to you.

you make him have a home, a place to which he hastens to return as to a temple — just as the helo land on the base, johnny scoots like a eager mutt, disappearing into the walls of the building to immediately wash off all the grime from his aching body and pick up a pre-assembled bag from his room.

the only thing he spends his time doing is cleaning himself up, he won't let himself cross the threshold of the house with fresh blood still on his hands and dirt on his body, even if he knows you don't mind, because you'll wash it and kiss it off him — johnny won't dare to stain you, nor your shared sanctuary.

and when johnny does return, he drops his bag near the entrance and quietly unties his boots up on the threshold of the house, moving further inside with a slow, quiet steps, taking in the air with a wide chest and looking around the dimly lit by the morning sun living room.

by the time he reaches the half open bedroom door, his body and mind feels fuzzy, wide palm absorbs the doorknob to push the door open fully, and johnny stills, because here you are.

with your softly illuminated body half covered by the blanket, with your lovely eyes opened groggily to greet him back with warmth, and love, wide open arms — in which johnny drowns.

fully and irrevocably, drowning in feather light and warm kisses, the most gentle touches of your hands that wrap around his body with trepidation — and he responds with the same boundless love, the same kisses and warmth, where together you form a cocoon, a safe harbor that contain just two of you.

and johnny will come to you everytime, to you, his mo chridhe.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[sinkovia]

Sexual themes, nsfw, smut, 18+.

Masterlist

Johnny MacTavish who couldn't help but overhear the man next to him commenting on how stunning you looked. Casually glancing over to where he was looking.

Johnny MacTavish who can’t take his eyes off you as your body swayed sensuously to the beat of the music in the club, your hips swaying and your limbs flowing gracefully. The way your body moved in sync with the music was nothing short of mesmerizing.

Johnny MacTavish whose heart skips a beat when your gaze shifted, and your eyes met his. Your hips swayed in time with the music, and your eyes never left his as you closed the distance between you. You extend your hand, your fingers lightly grazing his. You led him onto the dance floor, where the music enveloped both of you.

Johnny Mactavish whose arousal grows thick in his pants as you turn around so you are flush against him. Your body pressed close, and the heat between you was thick as your ass slowly grinds on his hard arousal. His hands are low on your hips. The tent in his pants pushing against the curve of your ass made the heat between your legs unbearable. Slowly you turned in his embrace, your arms locked around his neck. Your soft lips leave kisses on his neck making his cock throb unbearably.

Johnny MacTavish whose lips smashed against yours as soon as you stepped into his house. In an instant, the both of you ripped each other's clothes off. You felt his tongue push past your lips, invading your mouth.

Johnny MacTavsh who kissed down your stomach until he reached your core, shoving his tongue deep inside you. You could hear the muffled groans escaping from him as he ate you out, the vibrations making it all the more pleasurable.

He moved his tongue continuously over your clit, sucking it raw until you were trembling. His hand moved from your thighs to your dripping hole, letting two fingers slide in.

A loud whine escaped your lips, he was groaning into your clit, enjoying this as much as you were. You felt every curve of his fingers as he stroked in and out of you. Fingers curling up, pushing against your gummy g-spot. You're pushed over the edge and your breathy moans fill the room as your orgasm washes through your body.

Your legs shook as he licked the slick dripping out of you with his tongue. You grab his chin and invade his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips. Reaching down you take his thick veiny cock in your hand, feeling him twitch and throb against your palm, he starts to buck into your hand for any friction.

You settle yourself between his legs, your eyes never leaving his as you drag your tongue slowly up his shaft. His breath hitched as your soft tongue came in contact with his hard length. He watches you take all of him in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your warm wet throat.

He grunted out, his head falling back against his pillows. You finally got a good angle and began to quicken your pace, bobbing your head up and down quicker. You twisted your hand on his shaft as you came up and down. He was a groaning mess, his hand went to the back of your head as he began to buck himself deeper into your mouth.

The feeling of his cock dragging against your soft tongue, sinking in and out of your warm, wet mouth, was just too much to bear. He pulled out of your mouth and flipped you over, positioning yourself on all fours. You lowered your chest so it was flush against the bed, your ass up, your drenched cunt on full display for him.

He rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. You were taking him inch by inch moaning into the pillow. He was thick, you felt yourself stretching to fit his size.

His hand moved to your hips, he loved the view of taking you from behind. He watched himself disappear repeatedly inside of you. Johnny could feel your body squeeze around him, your slick aiding the glide of his strokes as he set a cruel pace.

You moaned as he hit your soft gummy g-spot. He noticed the way your walls clenched around him and he tried to hit it every time. You were clawing at his pillows, the tip of his hard cock hitting your cervix with every cruel thrust of his hips.

You were getting drunk off the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, the lewd wet sounds of his cock beating into your cunt filling the room. He could feel your walls fluttering as you were nearing your climax and carrying him along with it.

Quickly he pulled out and flipped you over so you were lying on your back. He never broke eye contact as he grabbed your ankles, resting them on his shoulders as he pushed himself back into you.

You cried out in pure bliss as he thrusts into you deeper than before, his hips beating into your wet aching cunt, never faltering in their pace. He rammed into you over and over again, his grunting getting more frantic the closer he was to climax.

"Johnny I'm close" you softly moan out.

He could cum off the sound of your voice, the way you said his name sent him closer to the edge. You felt his dick pulsating against your walls, this was enough to trigger your own orgasm. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes, the intense waves of maddening pleasure completely overwhelming you as you came all over his thick meaty cock.

"Fuck Y/n"

The feeling of you clenching around his dick threw him over the edge, with one last deep thrust, he climaxed. His vision blurred as he pumped his white pearly cum into your soaking cunt, rocking his hips with the last of his energy as he drained himself in you. He slumped next to you on the bed, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" You say smiling, curling yourself next to him. Resting your head on his muscular chest.

"Hell lass, I'd be a damn fool to pass ya up on that.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

tbh.. what do you think 141 smells like? i'm going to list smells of what i think they smell like..

• soap smells like gasoline. idk why, but he smells of that nice gas you pour into your car. (idk how to explain it. but the smell of gasoline is nice..)

• gaz smells like oranges, a fresh orange that's perfectly picked.. or mangos. i can see him smelling like either.

• people say soap smells like your ordinary 3 in 1 shampoo dude but i think it's ghost. i mean, soap has his hair all prettily done but ghost? smells like 3 in 1. i've never smelt a bottle like that, but it smells.. fresh. a bit minty even.

• price smells like.. a rainforest. like a heavy woody smell. i'm not sure why, but he definitely smells like that. like a rainy forest, with wet moss on the ground.

anyways those are my thoughts!! :)

I actually answered an ask about their scents a while back!

But I just wanna say that I wanna add to that and, hijacking your own hc a little bit...

What I think...

The 141 Boys' scents in an A/B/O AU:

Johnny smells like the sea. It's fresh and soothing, but discreet, very much so. You wouldn't expect it, much less feel it, unless you're searching for it. Salt water, seaweed... that kind of thing.

Kyle smells like something warm and cosy and gooey that melts in your mouth. My brain is saying honey or honeycomb, caramel or toffee maybe?.

Simon smells strong. Way too strong. He'd definitely be the type to need to wear scent blockers. He smells like burning, a campfire, a forest fire, maybe gasoline or sulphur.

John smells like a forest, rain forest sure, but I could also see him smell of pine and very obviously so. Sometimes pine sap smells close to mint, so people would def make that mistake, until they smell a pine tree around Christmas and realize John smells like it.

[starandcloud]

John "Soap" MacTavish Headcannons

This man can SPRINT in heels I will die on this hill

If it wasn't for the military, he'd sleep until noon

Probably work a nightshift too

He needs coffee to function, if he doesn't have coffee he's a grouch

Takes his time waking up, not an early bird

He needs like five alarms to wake up

Bathroom first kind of person

Sometimes takes a shower in the morning, depends on if he didn't the night before

COFFEE and juice

Sweet tooth, a horrible sweet tooth

Chocolate chip pancakes are his go to, or whatever the canteen has tbh he's not that picky

He sleeps in whatever, or just his boxers does not care-

He does not dress up, he's in a uniform and looks presentable 9/10 out of ten. He's in a t-shirt and sweats when he's not deployed

Takes a shower every night, sometimes multiple times in the same night if he still feels grimey after the first one

He doesn't take baths often, but when he does it has bubbles and a rubber duckie. He likes the simple things in life guys

He likes simple scents, nothing complex

He hates 3-in-1

He likes Mint toothpaste

He eats when he can, but has pocket snacks

He loves home cooked meals

He likes smoothies, the purple ones (that he can never remember the name of) he gets from a smoothie shop are his favorites

He never makes meals for later, he's not that organized-

Rarely has leftovers

Get's fast food once in a blue moon

Doesn't eat out much, unless it's a special occasion

He does most of the chores, he has a specific way he does things

DESPISES dishes, hates the feeling of the food being squishy and soft under his fingers

IMMEDIATELY washes dishes after using them

Does have a "laundry chair" but it doesn't last long tbh

Makes his bed in the morning, military taught him well

Has a car, but that's about it

Owns a car, but it's this little puddle hopper and it's beat up- He could afford a better car, but he's deployed a lot so he probably won't buy one

He literally takes his car through the biggest puddles ever, just to see the water arch. He's easily amused

Hates boats, especially after Graves

He has an Android

Special ringtones for everyone he cares about

He has it silenced 9/10, he silences it for missions and forgets to unsilence it

He has candy-crush on his phone and I will stand firm on this

He has the basic lock and home screens

He has snapchat but uses it for the filters, also has facebook for market place and Tiktok for the car videos

He has a few followers on Tiktok

He can block someone easy

He posts his cooking fails online

He probably has angered the baking/cooking niche online A LOT, dude probably has callouts from five years ago because he doesn't care-

He sleeps whenever, but totally has sleeping meds for his PTSD

He can either be up all night or in seconds, depends on how tired he is tbh

He's a light sleeper

He talks in his sleep, but it's mostly mumbles

Has nightmares more often than not

Has a bit of light from his TV, finds it hard to sleep without it

Sleeps with every window and door locked

Has his bed in the corner of the wall, hard to be attacked from both sides

His handwritting is damn near impossible to understand, sometimes Price has a hard time deciphering it

He's an outdoorsy type

The first memory is of being with him mom at a fair

He likes bread, just bread ;-;

He listens to literally everything, except classical it puts him to sleep

Very Artsy

He has Bachlers degree

He loves cats, and has one at his moms

Struggles with gifts tbh

He went from the tallest in his family, to the one of the shortest on his team

He's huge on physical touch, especially with his partner

He said something that made Ghost stop in his tracks once, and then ever did again. It was so stupid it was smart

Soap is so fucking sociable it honestly annoys Ghost

He really wants to get married, but doesn't want to put the stress of him always being deployed on his spouse and he doesn't want to die on them

He's allergic to Buckwheat, Shellfish, Balsam of Peru, Tegretol, and Cosmetics

Whenever something traumatic happens he shrugs and goes: "Well that happened" and goes on with his life

He has a lot of scars, mostly from war itself most of them are on his upper arms but some are on his chest and forearms

He has a scar from getting a gash on his leg when playing when he was a kid, he needed A LOT of stitches

He has one that looks like a cresant moon on his right hand ring finger

He honestly doesn't mind when people trace his scars, it's kinda soothing

A little kid once asked about one on his chest, which he got when a bomb went on prematurely, and he said he got it from a T-Rex to entertain the kid.

That was also when he decided he wanted kids, when the kids eyes blew open wide and they bounced on their toes asking more questions. Which he provided absurd answers until the kids mom rushed over and apologized

The one on his chest was from a near-death experience, learned really quick how to run really really fast

He holds his partner close during cuddling, if their back is against his chest his face in buried in their neck. If he's laying on top of them, he has his head against their stomach and his arms protectively around their waist, or if his head is on his lap he just gently holds them and usually falls asleep

He's close with all of his family but is 1n00% a momma's boy

He stims by making faces, which is slightly weird if you don't know him wel

[brainrotbrainrotbrainrot]

hi,

i don’t know if u have written anything about soap as a dad and idk if u can, but if you can, will you?

I have not done any Soap as a dad! But thank you as you're my first ever ask so I hope you enjoy these.

my Soap as a dad headcanons <3

There is a tiktok dad who I can't find now who takes his two kids out in the woods on little adventures, they get muddy and all that and stuff and that is 100% Soap as a dad for me. I'll have to try and find it.

Probably stressed 24/7 about being a first time dad, but hides it under a lot of humour. Sometimes his humour is too much for you and it can feel like he is not taking it seriously enough for you, but he's just trying to cope.

But when you're in labour, he does anything and everything to make you more comfortable and make you laugh. He's the best hype man and all the midwives love how enthusiastic he is.

That moment he's given the baby after you give birth, he's definitely a crier and can't believe you guys made this perfect little being.

Mutters things about bomb deposal as he changes nappies. Like pulling it closed, he'll be muttering under his breath "okay just the red wire and we're good" and things like that.

Absolutely the best bedtime story reader ever, he gets way into doing voices and other characters and it makes your kids laugh without fail every time. It pains you sometimes when he's away and the kids don't ask you to read as much because you can't do the same voices as dad.

He's more entertained by the Dancing Fruits than the baby ever was.

He makes the rest of the 141 watch Bluey with him.

Absolutely got emotional over dressing up your baby in one of those bodysuits with the bear ears. He couldn't handle how cute it was.

Will be so happy to dress up with your children. If they want their dad to dress up as Elsa with them, he has no hesitation other than finding a costume that will fit him.

No matter what you guys end up naming your baby, he probably gives them a nickname randomly one day and it just sticks.

Jokes so much about giving the baby their first irn bru, you can't be sure he might not have already done it. But his lockscreen for a little while is a photo of your baby holding a bottle of the drink that Ghost requested.

[forsworned]

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO...

⤷ "Hey guys, I'm with my boyfriend, ____" trend. ft. TF141

prompt: because you're absolute little shit and you love pressing buttons, you'd thought it would be hilarious to record your teammates reactions to this silly trend on Tiktok

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Fuckin cool as a cucumber, it's infuriating really

Like you cannot catch this man's slacking not even on his worst day

"Oh yeah?" He says, giving you a once over and your cheeky smile falters. And that really amuses him because he's a sucker for ruining someone else's fun when anyone tries to make a joke at his expense. He never takes shit like that seriously especially a good little laugh, but it's funny watching your reaction when your shenanigans backfire

"Yeah." You challenge, and move closer to him, going as far as pressing your face against his balaclava clad cheek

Man's does not even move away at all, nor does he even blink as he stares blankly back at the camera and peels his clementine and feeds it to himself under his mask. "That all?"

It cuts to you staring at him with an annoyed expression and he's totally grinning underneath that mask right now like the shithead he is

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

THIS MAN IS EMBARRAZZEDDDD

Literally freezes in place and doesn't know what the hell to do, but stares at the camera like this:

"Are y'posting this?" He'd asks softly in his smooth as honey, velvety ass voice and the boisterous laugh that follows is enough to make him turn away

"No, come back, Kyle!" You would whine as you run after him and the camera would just pan to you chasing after him in the base and him lowkey laughing and also stumbling over chairs while passing soldiers laugh in amusement

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

Man's is confused af lookin at you like:

Because what the hell are you doing instead of your job?

He's still hella amused and goes along with it but his cocked brow never falters

"Tell 'em what we're doing today, boyfriend." You press on, trying to stifle the giggles that threaten to come out. He'd lick his lips, and tilt his head forward looking into the camera as he combed his fingers through his beard. "...boyfriend?" He asks, absentmindedly as he observes the state of his beard

"Your beard looks sexy, stop." You move his hand away from his facial hair and the video cuts off at him whipping his head toward you in bewilderment with your smug smile on display

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

IT'S HIS TIME TO SHINE BABYGIRL

You already know this bitch is eating it up. Sunshine-like, radiant, ear-to-ear grinning headahhhhhhh

Immediately wraps his arm around you and goes as far as giving you a quick, cheeky smooch on the apple of cheek. "Aye, it's me, y'er handsome boyfriend."

To which your eyes would ream, and a startled laugh falls out and the camera pans to your reaction, "Oh my God, Johnny..."

"Wha? Would ye like it better if I kissed ye forreal?" Another cheeky thing that this mf has the nerve to say and the camera cuts off to your jaw dropping and he's fuckin living for the reaction

𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 ࣪ೀ ࣪ 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 © 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[witchthewriter]

Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

[shmalk]

ghost has no idea what to make of you. you show up out of nowhere, barely a day after price announces that they have an extra addition on their team for the next mission, and then you show up.

you're nothing like them - you probably haven't seen a man get shot, never felt your bones break and have to set them yourself in a fight. he has this sick fantasy of breaking you, wiping that stupid smile off your face and watching you crumple as he breaks your spine with one hand.

soap loves having you on base, you're good with a gun and you'll joke with him about almost anything - sure, you never come out to the pub with them, but whenever they come back to base you've cooked something and that's better than any pint of beer johnny's ever had.

he's worried, he thinks you wont make it out there - beside them. you're small, and not in the sense that you're short, in the sense that there's barely anything to you, nothing to grab if you trip in the middle of active fire.

gaz is just finally glad to have someone else to talk to, to complain about soap and ghost to, rant about how price pissed him off. you're always willing to talk, which is probably a good thing.

he always turns down his radio whenever you're on a mission together, he doesn't want to hear you die, or hear your voice trail off as you get caught. he has to bite his knuckle whenever you speak out of fear.

price is sick of it, sick of watching the boys play with you like a doll and then sit you delicately back on the shelf, so he takes matters into his own hands and shoots you between the eyes.

you sit up four minutes later.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

i just rlly like the idea of immortal!reader but the guys have no idea and suspect nothing until they get shot in the head and then just,,, get back up !

[simonrillleyyysss]

Soap just being obsessed with his kids and wife always begging his lil wife for more kids 🤭

ughfjdjddk!!

scheduled post💞

it all started when he saw you help a lost child in the park, his hand wrapped round’ your dogs leash as you kneeled down to comfort the infant; cooing softly and hoisting her into your arms— afterwards, he was so obsessed!!

his breeding kink intensified by one thousand.

sex? needier; his cock slamming into you as his lips wrapped round your pretty nipple, the scotsman grabbing at your hips, rutting into you like a horny dog.

‘fuck—christ above, feel so fuckin’ tight round me, aye’? like it when’a treat ye’ like a whore?’

‘oh—jesus christ, johnny.. splitting me in—half!’

‘ayyeee..ats’ it, gonne’ fill ye’ up n’ make you a pretty mammy; perfect wifey.’

after painting your walls white, he kept urging you to take a pregnancy test—so happy when it comes out positive!! two blue lines on the plastic; immediately pulling you into a soft kiss :( tells you he needs to keep fuckin’ you while ur pregnant, to make you ‘extra pregnant’

when your first baby is born, he’s absolutely inlove with his daughter! always fondling and cooing at her; squishing her chubby, freckled cheeks—spoiling her so much, tying her hair up into two pigtails! walking her to school and teaching her how to right

‘lookin’ class, doll.’

‘thanks, dadday!’

‘ready f’school?’

‘fuck naw!’

‘hey!’

few months in, is desperate for another— bending you over the kitchen counter and ramming into you like a ragdoll obliterating your slick cunt with his thick length; listening to your soft babbles n’ moans!

‘johnny..ohhh; holy fuckin’ shit—!’

‘dumb lil’ wifey, gonna make you a mummy again, aye?’

‘don’t worry yer’ pretty lil’ head, mama.’

baby 2 is his son!! beautiful wee man, tan skin and dark brown hair—his double!! cutest wee fella, allround. always clinging to your chest; mummys boy through n through!

gets you pregnant within another few months!! he can’t help himself, he just loves how ur tits swell up with milk, n’ ur tummy gets all squishy afterwards, just loves kids

[moongreenlight]

Johnny is the kind of guy that you hook up with when you’re on a girls trip and fully expect to never see him again.

But it turns out he was on deployment so when you go home and start seeing him at the grocery store you think there’s no way it could be him. Has to be a trick of the light.

It’s not. When he sees you in the frozen aisle he’ll come straight up behind you and grope your ass like he has the right.

“Knew it was ye. Know you better from this angle than the front, anyhow.”

[dmitriene]

a situation that would definitely happen with hybrid!soap, especially if the owner is ghost who couldn't contain both his amusement and shock at the possibility of such thing to happen, so he posted about it.

johnny is definitely a silly little pup, even if he is already old enough to not being called that, but can he really contain his enthusiasm when all he wants is to wag his tail and yap?

that's all i have to share with you.

[teamblck]

okay but being a bookworm and your strong military boyfriend takes you shopping at a bookstore and follows you around carrying all your books and every time you start rambling about a book you’ve picked up they get a small loving smile on their face

characters in mind while writing- könig, john mactavish, simon riley, kyle garrick, john price

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

I totally love ur interpretation of alphas smelling kinda nasty it's not my thing but it's very cool and fun!!! (Pls share where you disagree with me I love hearing other opinions)

For some reason to me, omega! Price is fresh baked bread. Like it just seems correct to me idk why

Beta! Price is herbal. Maybe w some very slight powdery notes. But mostly like tea and old books. The smell is on the warmer side even tho I tend to see beta scents as more... cold? If that makes any sense

Alpha! Price is either a sharp, pine scent. Like a Christmas tree farm. OOOOOR this really yummy perfume I have called Jazz Club by replica. It's such a good scent and I feel like either price or ghost fit the vibe of it.

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Interesting!!! Also Pine Price? Yes yes??!??! 🫵🫵🫵

(I will be highjacking this to post my own hcs!)

(UPDATED) The 141's Scents in an A/B/O AU: Depending on Presentation

Follow-up on these two posts:

As a reminder, these two posts follow a theory of mine that:

Alphas smell so strong and overpowering, bordering on just smelling Bad™️;

Betas smell natural and comforting (average, no major complaints);

Omegas smell sickly sweet and so overwhelming it could make someone ill.

Johnny

Omega Johnny smells like the syrup that surrounds and preserves canned fruit. Canned peaches especially.

Beta Johnny smells like the sea. Salt water, seaweed… that kind of thing.

Alpha Johnny smells like shoe shiner, or another product like that. Maybe wet paint or varnish?

Kyle

Omega Kyle smells like something warm and cosy and gooey that melts in your mouth. My brain is saying honey or honeycomb, caramel or toffee maybe?.

Beta Kyle smells like freshly cut grass, and ivy. Especially when the freshly cut grass is damp too.

Alpha Kyle smells like nearly vinegary and acidic. The best way I can say it is... strong wine that has just started fermenting.

Simon

Omega Simon smells like talc/baby powder. Makes you wanna bury your face in him and sniff like you do to a newborn baby.

Beta Simon smells like old books with yellowed pages. Not necessarily musty or bad.

Alpha Simon smells of black pepper.

ALTERNATIVELY:

Omega Ghost wears scent blockers. You'd never know what he smells like because he doesn't let you. (It's vanilla sugar)

Beta Ghost smells of freshly carved wood furniture, unfinished and unvarnished, still full of splinters and rough edges.

Alpha Ghost smells strongly of burning. Like a campfire, a forest fire, maybe gasoline or sulphur.

John

Omega John smells like lemon merengue. Sickly sweet and tangy at once, with a softness that melts in your mouth.

Beta John smells like a forest, maybe a rain forest, but I could also see him smell of pine and very obviously so. But the kind of pine that people sometimes mistake for mint?

Alpha John smells like rusted iron and dirt... Which a lot of people confuse with fresh blood. Especially when he's angry and his scent mutates.

[bratfiction]

why do you hate me?

tf141 men reacting to their spoiled gf saying “why do you hate me?” when she isn’t getting enough attention.

warnings -> 18+, f!reader, dom + sub dynamics, brat taming, allusions of impact play [spanking], petnames.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

“excuse me?”

john’s eyebrows raise almost comically high. if it wasn’t for the stern glare taking over his features, you’d be giggling by now. instead you stay standing in front of him, shuffling on your feet with the same big pout you murmured your dumb question through. you despise making him upset with you—

at the same time, though… you feel those little sparks in your tummy when he pushes himself back from his desk and pats his lap. beckoning you to come sit on those strong thighs so he can sweet talk some sense to you. your feet can’t move fast enough, shuffling in your soft socks against the carpet. the rough denim of his jeans rubs against your own uncovered thighs as you shuffle in his lap.

“don’t ya think you’re being a silly girl?” it’s a simple question, but one you’re not exactly prepared for nonetheless.

your eyes meet his and there’s no way you can possibly shy away from his gaze. so you nod dumbly, and john’s chest rumbles with an approving hum. a strong hand cradles the back of your head, coaxing you to relax against his chest so he can put an end to this bratty streak you have in you rearing it’s ugly head.

SIMON GHOST RILEY

“what the fuck are y’on about?”

“just forget it, simon.” you bite back, turning on your heel to march away from him.

you hear his heavy sigh and it’s only a matter of seconds before the pair of big hands he has squeezes your waist, pulling you back into him until he’s able to growl right over the shell of your ear. you turn your head, tilting it upwards and meeting his fury filled eyes. it takes everything in you not to grin wildly and piss him off more than you already have— especially when you can practically feel the soreness his fingers will leave behind in your sides already.

“dumb pet,” he grits out, “could never hate you, not even when you act like this…”

at those words, you press a gentle kiss to his masked lips. and you know for a fact he’s rolling his eyes, tired of your theatrical tendencies and outbursts, but that doesn’t stop him from nudging your nose with his own. from pulling you closer and snorting out a breathy laugh.

“you’re still gonna fuckin’ get it later, y’know that right?”

JOHNNY SOAP MACTAVISH

“how dare ye?”

you know— you just know— that you’ve really fucked up this time. why would you say such a thing? why would you be such a nasty girl to the man who does everything for you? sure, he didn’t have his eyes on you for a bit— bless him, he just wanted to decompress after some training. and here you come, stomping over to him like a proper fusspot.

in a second, you’re tugged into his lap by your wrist. you clumsily fall on top of him but johnny is quick to readjust you, to make sure you’re getting a good look at his disappointed face.

“do ye even know what you’re saying?” he speaks lowly, doesn’t care how much your bottom lip wobbles under his harsh tone, “because i really don’t think ye do.”

“johnny, i’m sorry— i really—” you attempt blubbering out. however he presses his thick index finger against your pout, shushing you in an instant.

“fucked up again, bonnie.” he tsks.

maybe he’s right. you don’t know what you’re saying. you know better; you know what he likes to be called when you two find yourselves in situations just like this one, when you need to be put in your place. that’s why you don’t resist when he guides you to lay over his lap tummy down…

KYLE GAZ GARRICK

“princess, come on…”

kyle begins, treading carefully around your huffing form. strong arms loop around you from behind, humming softly when you melt right into him despite your bratty demeanor. you can feel him smile against the side of your warm face, while his scent and warmth invades your senses, calming you down immediately.

“you know that’s the farthest from the truth,” he whispers, kissing your cheek with an obnoxious smooching sound tacked on to each one. it prompts you to giggle and kyle laughs right along with you when he sees how much your nose scrunches up with happiness.

“there’s my sweet girl!”

he squeezes his arms around you, ignoring you when you shamefully apologize for being so ridiculous… because he knows deep down in his heart he’d let you get away with murder. so he shushes you with more kisses and murmurs about just how much he loves you, and plans on doing the same thing between your pretty thighs later on.