#johnny soap mactavish

[temeyes]

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

TF141 & sexy clothes

Gaz absolutely supports you wearing whatever you feel sexy in. however, in his heart of hearts, he believes the sexiest thing you can wear around him is your pjs, your ratty old tees, your sleep shirts, your big hoodies, your slouchy garbage clothes. he just wants to know you're comfortable. not to mention the idea of you letting him see you the way nobody else gets to... letting yourself be totally vulnerable around him... that lights up a certain (slightly needy) (slightly possessive) part of his brain. interesting how easily his hands can slide past the hem of your clothes when they're bigger and slouchier, too.

Ghost loves lingerie, though. like wrapping a present just for him. it's less about the lace (or the bows, or the straps, or the leather, whatever you prefer) and more about the time and attention you're expending to make yourself look all sexy. all this work? for him? even if his usual compulsion is to act aloof and pretend it's no big deal, he can't hide the greedy way his eyes devour you--for me? don't mind if i do. it's a toss-up whether he decides to unwrap you completely or just push his calloused hands into your lil outfit and muss you up until it's not covering anything anymore. or maybe he'll just leave the wrapping on so he can keep admiring all your hard work while he pumps into you.

Price says he loves you in lingerie, and he does. he doesn't tell you how fucking crazy you drive him when you're dressed for business. that might mean the clothes you wear into the office every day; it might mean fatigues; it might mean a particular uniform; it might be sportswear. he's big into seeing you focused and in your element--your competence is sexy--while also knowing there are so few layers he'd need to peel off before he could have you completely forgetting yourself if he wanted. and hey! if the lace at the top of your thigh-highs happens to be peeking out from under your pencil skirt, or if your ass fills out your uniform just right? that's just fine with him. you do you. (for now. he'll do you later.)

Soap's preferences are simple. he likes access. skirts. dresses. obviously, if he could convince you to be naked 100% of the time, he would. sundresses are pretty, though. so are your studded black skirts if you're gothy. or your sharp, practical, form-fitting pencil skirts if you're professional. you can even wear a kilt if you'd like. his kilt. he doesn't mind. (he only asks that you wear it as it's meant to be worn--without a thing underneath.) on days you do wear a dress or skirt, you're lucky to make it out of the house without him darting after you, pulling the hem up your thighs, and wondering aloud how you managed to find any undergarments at all; he'd swear he hid every last pair. he peels your underwear off--don't protest, hen; you know how this works--and after that, your chances of getting out the door are slim to none.

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more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

[bressynonym]

gotta keep your soap bundled up! 🧶🧣

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: I want you to be my boyfriend.

Ghost: Convince me first.

Soap: If you were my boyfriend, I would grow a mushroom big enough for you to sit under.

Ghost: Deal.

Price: What the f-

[tojisun]

havent quite managed to move on from this yet like. neil pls

[transmascsimonriley]

men

bonus simon doodle under cut

he stretch

[stoutpancakes]

Okay but chubby chaser! Johnny...

Chubby chaser! Johnny who spots you from across the bar and knows you're the one.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who drinks in your curves, from your full breasts down to your pudgy tummy and wide hips.

Chubby chaser! Johnny whose pants get a little too tight just from the way your lips are moving as you talk to your friend.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who imagines you bent over with the jiggle of your ass as he thrusts into you.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who is dying to suckle at your breasts, knowing very well he can treat you just right.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who just has to muster up the courage to go and talk to a beauty such as yourself.

[emmster]

I’m not sure if this is angst or not

[forsworned]

Ghost: Alright, so today I wanted to do something with you-- Soap: --I like when you think of things to do with me. It makes me feel honored, loved, and apart of your life. Ghost: Shut up. Soap: Thank you. Ghost: Ghost, continues what he was talking about: Back to what I was saying…

[starrynights-and-rainyfanarts]

They're having a special moment before a mission ♥

[temeyes]

nibble (photo ref here!!)

[bressynonym]

only then can you belong to me

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: So… König.

Ghost: What about him?

Soap: We were at the mess hall and he tried to ask for cutlery but forgot the word and ended up saying “I need food weapons”

Soap: I want you to know I will now be referring to them by nothing else.

[brewed-pangolin]

Gym Rat Soap doesn't help you recover from a bender by simply giving you fluids and an Advil.

His mindset is much more elaborate.

You have to sweat out the overabundance of alcohol prior to beginning the recovery.

And what better way than expelling the toxins then by riding his cock.

He'll guide you for the first half. His hands glued to your hips as you aimlessly bounce on top of him.

But the remainder is all on you.

And if you're unwilling to go the distance, be prepared to feel the full force of him as he flips you over and wraps your legs around his waist and shows you what it means to completely cleanse yourself of all unnecessary and over indulgent concoctions within your inebriated system.

[captainswhore]

shout out to @glossysoap for encouraging me and my sinful restaurant thots lmfao

do you think johnny would make eye contact while eating something in public?

like it's the opposite of the popsicle issue that he has with you

(the popsicle issue? is where you seek his eyes out when you're licking at ice cream- you make it a point to swallow while looking at him and moaning while licking and at one point you even tap the end of the popsicle on your lips or tongue while you're in thought, and johnny feels his cock jump.)

he gets an ice cream sandwich and he's licking along the edge, and you're just watching his jaw open and his tongue work and he has the fuckin audacity to WINK.

he's eating ribs back in the states or something and while he's unhinging his jaw and making weird wet mouth noises and groans into the bbq sauce and licks his fingers? you're trying to eat your own bbq and rubbing your thighs together.

his jaw works to chew and works to wrap his lips over the bone, and you MELT while envisioning his jaw and lips doing the same motion over your clit and opening his jaw far enough to catch your fluttering lips, with his nose bumping your clit.

he has the audacity to lick his lips and when he notices the excess bbq on his finger tips? he's making eye contact with you and all you can envision is him doing the same motion a mere half an hour ago, when he fingered you on the car ride over and licked his fingers clean before he even left the drivers seat.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Drilling the new recruits and Johnny watches with a dick so hard it hurts, wishing he was the one you were yelling at 😮‍💨

Warnings: afab! fem reader, masturbation, kinda voyeurism??

He quietly whimpers to himself when he watches you make a recruit drop to your feet to do pushups then place your boot on his shoulder to push him down further.

You’d scream at one for making a joke about how the drill sergeant is a woman and you’d stand right up in front of him to intimidate as you yell at him to ask him to step forward and he does so with a laugh thinking he’s got the upper hand.

“You don’t think you need this training rookie? Ok then. Show me. If you can pin me then you’re exempt.” You say, being dead serious because you know he’s not gonna win.

And being the cocky dumb shrimp of a man he is, he tries, and fails miserably.

He goes to swing a punch and in seconds you have him down, hands between his shoulder blades.

Johnny watches with his pupils taking up nearly all of his irises and has to cross his hands in front of him until he can “take care” of it later.

That night he imagined him being the foolish recruit you were yelling at and came so hard he shot cum up onto his chest while whimpering out what he’d say to you.

“Mmph- yes ma’am, fuck, I- make me your toy.” He says while roughly fisting his cock and rocking his hips up into his hand with nothing but his tac pants on and open.

He cums with his eyes half lidded and unfocused with his cheeks a bright pretty pink and he’s never looked so fucking whorish oh my god.

If only he knew how thin the walls were in the barracks, and how deep your fingers were in your cunt listening to him…