#soap mactavish coded

[sgt-toasted-bug]

Joking about self strangulation is all fun and games until you get sick and your lymph nodes actually start strangling you

This ailment cannot stop me from yapping tho

[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ roommate johnny 'soap' mactavish - 02

cw : sexual theme

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anyone would have thought that after you almost broke his nose, johnny would have learned to at least warn you when he was coming into a room. but all those people didn’t know johnny. as much as he could be the most professional person you knew, he could also be the biggest man-child to have ever graced this earth.

his new amusement was to scare you off any chance he got. you’d come to realize that, for all his loudness, he could be eerily quiet when he wanted to be. to be honest, johnny mostly loved to observe you, without you knowing. what could he say? you were one of the most beautiful lasses he had seen in his life. he also knew you found him attractive, which was why the flirting hadn’t stopped.

johnny was not a pusher. if he had noticed you were absolutely disgusted by him and his body, he would have stopped his advances and let you live your life. the problem was that your eyes lingered on his arms, his pecs, his abs, his v-line, his thighs… he had seen it. he'd give it to you, to untrained eyes, you checking him out would have been mostly invisible. sadly for you, part of his job was to notice everything. so he kept the flirting. if anything, it became constant.

more and more, every time he left his room, johnny had the tendency to be less dressed than before. you asked him, a lot, to at least put a shirt on, but he refused, pretending that he ran hot. it was the middle of winter, how could he be that warm?

the final straw had been when you'd invited some of your girlfriends over, having a night in, eating junk, and gossiping about old friends. you had asked him if he was okay with it. his answer had been simple, 'it's yer place as much as mine, lass.' so if he knew your friends were over, why the fuck did he appear in the middle of the living room, only wearing his boxers, asking if he could borrow some of your laundry detergent?

before he could say anything, you grabbed his arm, pulling him angrily toward the kitchen and slamming the door behind both of you. it felt like deja vu, but you were lecturing him about wearing proper clothes when people were visiting and so many other things that johnny had already forgotten. he hadn't been concentrating on what you were saying but rather on your breasts. who could blame him? you liked to talk with your hands, making them jiggle. he was just a man, after all.

"aye, everythin’ in the wash, bonnie," was the only apology you got.

after that, you had a very painful and long conversation with your friends, explaining to them that no, you were not sleeping with your roommate. no, you didn't know why he was shirtless. yes, you found him attractive, but it wasn't like that. and judging by their faces, they didn't believe you at all. that night, they all left, telling you that with a specimen like that under your roof, you could have a lot of fun.

you didn't know it, but johnny had heard everything, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling. he was so close to his goal. of course, he wanted you in his bed, but he wanted so much more than that. when he wasn't flirting with you, johnny had actually gotten to know you. you were so bloody interesting, and passionate about what you did. you were everything he was looking for to finally settle down.

johnny never believed in god. after all the things he'd seen during his life, he didn't think a higher power was looking down at him. but the very moment the electricity got cut off in your flat, he swore god was real. no power meant no heater, and the nights were really cold in scotland. he also knew you couldn't live without your heater on, always cold, his sweet birdie.

so he waited, gently in his room, like a puppy waiting for his treat. after about twenty minutes, he heard your door open. had he been a real puppy, his tail would’ve been wagging so fast. a soft knock was then heard on his door. when you entered, you couldn’t see anything. johnny liked to sleep in total darkness, while you always let a bit of light from the blinds into yours. irritated, you asked him if his heater worked.

"na, but i know somethin' thon could warm ye up," he suggested. you could hear the smirk. you regretted it the moment you asked what. "guid auld johnny."

that's how you had found yourself in his bed, all the blankets in the flat on the both of you. you were lying close to each other, and god, he was a furnace. how could someone be that warm without being sick? compared to him, you were ice. and johnny was dead set on making you melt, apparently.

"take the sweater off, lass," and at first, you thought you hadn't heard him correctly, but he added. "body heat can heat ye up right quick, it's common knowledge, aye."

now in just a tank top and some shorts, this felt like deja vu. johnny had never been happier. you were so close to him, and he was just thinking about the best way to approach you without ruining his chances forever. he slid slowly toward you, cuddling up to you. when had he taken his shirt off? did he even have a shirt?

you didn’t know how to react. you were getting warmer, but it wasn’t fast enough for you. at the same time, the feeling of johnny’s body glued to yours, one of his legs between yours, sent a warm feeling through your entire body. it was going to be hard to fall asleep, wasn’t it? trying to relax your body, you closed your eyes, trying to imagine you were alone in your bed with a very big, strong, warm pillow behind you.

it worked, until you woke up in the middle of the night, and you were freezing. how was it possible? johnny was pressed behind you, and still in your drowsy state, you didn’t register the hard thing pressing softly against your lower back. feeling around, you couldn’t reach any of the blankets—did johnny throw them off? with how warm his body was, you figured he must have been sweating at some point. but now, you were cold.

you started squirming a bit in johnny's grip, trying to escape his arms. for sure now the power was back on, you could go back to your room, with your blanket and your heater. the movement woke johnny up. "staid air gluasad, till air ais gu cadal," he murmured into your neck, his voice and accent thick with tiredness. at your soft "what?", it registered in his brain that, in his sleepy state, he had spoken a language you didn't know.

"stop moving, birdie," he then said, a bit more awake. moving his hips against yours, he added, "ye're no gaun'ae like the consequences." your soft moan was the only thing his brain needed to be fully awake. oh. his moment had come.

slowly, one of his hands made its way between your thighs, feeling you over your shorts. the other one was already massaging one of your breasts. "ye cauld, sweet girl? dinnae worry, johnny's 'bout tae warm ye up."

and god, did he warm you up in the best way possible.

[reds-skull]

Soap "dog-coded" MacTavish my beloved

(This took 5 weeks help)

[tojisun]

size kink but it’s him pressing on your stomach to ‘see’ how deep his cock is. he truly means it even when you’re sure he won’t feel himself past your fat and your flesh, but the surety in his voice and in his actions just make you clench around him tighter, your mind fraying at the edges because there’s something maddening at his honest belief. at his drunken voice lilting how he must be ‘here’, deep in your guts and that if he just pushes any more, he swears he can feel himself nestled lovingly inside you :((

[caffieneaddictt18]

just a little thought: chubby!reader has sex with someone who has feelings for her, and of whom she has feelings for. Afterwards, she goes to get up and get her clothes on. She is sad and whatnot, but no one wants to care for a 'fat girl', and she is beating herself up about sleeping with someone she has feelings for because she knows she can't ever go to another person now. But then he reaches out, asking her why she's leaving.

“I figured you'd want me gone…” Leaving the implied hanging in the air. That she's chubby. People don't like chubby women. “I never want you to leave this bed. I want you to stay here with me so I can satisfy you over and over again. And after every time, I will take care of you. Every. Time.”

She is stunned into silence, and he helps her get undressed again, providing an aftercare that she has never experienced before. showing her that she is worth not just the sex, but also the love and care after.

[numberonecodwomenfan]

gaz has the most embarrassing little girl ass laugh ever and no one can change my mind. when hes just barely laughing its just a chuckle or a little huff, normal sounding, but if he gets going he is GIGGLING. full on squeaky TEEHEEHEHE type shit.

hes also absurdly ticklish. soap tortures him with it incessantly. they’ll be sitting in the rec room, scrolling on their phones or whatever, and soap will just glance over at kyle from the corner of his eye with this fuckass smirk and gaz goes into panic mode like “NO NO FUCK OFF DONT DO IT” before soap attacks him

[gomzdrawfr]

Dodo Airlines grudges....

Soap's dialogue was taken from this reddit post

[eiraeths]

soap who got a bunch of random tattoos as a teenager/young adult not knowing what they meant and is always wondering why couples flirt with him when they see an upside down pineapple tattoo

established priceghostgaz who think it’s the only way they could have him in their polycule

[majinbangus]

Soap tryna break up with you, not because he doesn't love you anymore, but because long term relationships aren't usually his thing; however, when he observes how well you're taking it, he asks if you have anything to say, but then you respond with something like "I figured it wouldn't last anyways" and now he's offended.

Good luck getting rid of him cause instead of breaking up with you, he's gonna be staying out of spite. He won't listen to you if you say the relationship is over and you don't want him anymore, you're stuck with him for life now.

[cherie-doll]

COD Men; including Nikto headcanon reaction. Of their wife using corporal punishment on their kids; ie, using a belt, slipper or even a coat hanger on the kids. Because it was ‘used on me and I turned out fine’ mentality.

lol this brought back memories

ᡴ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

He'd prefer if you didn't use any physical force, ofc tho he understands why you do it sometimes

However he can't help but feel bad because even if he isn't the one spanking the kid with a belt, he sees them crying and comforts them afterwards because he doesn't dare intrude in the moment

Even when he tries to use his role of captain you shoot him a look saying that just because he has authority out there with other people he certainly needs to know his place as a father here

Shoots a remorseful look to his kid and leaves but at least he knows where to go to afterwards to find him

Ghost

Absolutely hates you for pinching your kid awake at the family function, and he thinks you're the one overreacting

You did the minimal thing in the moment but here Simon is acting as if you were being an abusive parents already, you try and tell him it's nothing but he's not having any of it

Honestly it's kind of endearing watching him get so protective of his kids like that

Soap

He thinks sometimes you get too ahead of yourself when you're scolding the kids but he won't hesitate to step in when it comes to physical punishment

Tries to reason with you on why it's okay to give them a pass, just this time alright? You hate how easily you give in

Gaz

The one time he found his little girl crying silently in bed after you had sent her to sleep was enough for him to gather her in his arms and literally beg you to not do it again

"She gets so scared" he pleads because he doesn't like seeing her cry which sort of irks you because you don't know how else to discipline them

He doesn't like it, doesn't care if it was used on him when he was a kid or on you but he certainly doesn't want to continue it

Roach

Even he flinches when you raise your voice indicating you've reached your limit and are about to spank the kid, you don't even need a belt or slipper, you use your bare hand

When he nervously asks why he does it you just shrug and say that's how your mother disciplined you and it worked so

"Can you... not do that?" because he doesn't wanna risk stepping in himself

Alejandro

It might be normal to him, it's not unusual to be yelled at or hit on the daily because that's how he grew up, if anything he might even say when a kid needs it

To a certain extent of course, he will interfere if he thinks the punishment has had its effect on the child

But don't ever ask him to do it, especially not when your kids were very small, but he had no problem doing it when they were teenagers

Rudy

Don't ever even ask him to lay a hand on his babies and can't stand to see you do it either, no matter how many times you've explained to him why it's sometimes needed he doesn't like it

When you want to try he'll instead take the kids aside and prefer to speak to them, they should be old enough to understand

And it surprisingly works, they come back apologizing to you for making you angry and Rudy will just come and squeeze your shoulders saying "See? They're not bad kids"

Phillip Graves

He knows that when you use physical force for punishment it's not for just any reason, he's learned it that way because his own mother was like that

She'd give warnings and stern looks until her patience was thin and was reaching for his father's belt

He did have a serious talk with you once when he thought you started spanking them too young, like as toddlers because they didn't know what they were doing yet

Makarov

Either really on board or is prohibiting you from doing it ever again, like who cares if his kids run a little rampant? Who's gonna be the fool to try and stop them when Makarov is their father

On the other hand he's sending warning glances to his kids that your temper will be rising the more they act up so it's best they listen and sit still

Keegan

He really was about to go and ask if you were crazy but then he saw you deliver a single slap to your kid for speaking disrespectfully and he turned right around only giving the kid a "you're on your own" look and a shrug

When the kid asked him why only you hit him and Keegan doesn't he shrugged and said that's how you were raised

They both hide when you find a mess and are trying to find the culprit

König

Sometimes he's not there when you punish the kids but when he comes home and goes into their rooms only to find them playing on the floor quietly he asks them what's wrong

They'll softly whisper into his ear that you only just gave them a spanking and he's cradling them in his arms and hugging them, promising he'll talk to you so you're not as "harsh" on them

Horangi

He sometimes plays favorites with his children without even realizing it, like he won't do anything if the boys get in trouble and you have to spank them

Oh, but if it's one of his girls he's defending them, there's a reason they run to him first when they do something they know is wrong

Nikto

Despite how he was raised he for some reason doesn't like it when you punish your kids, he gets all serious and doesn't speak to you for a while until the anger wears off

Instead of hitting them with a coat hanger like you do he prefers if you pull at their ears instead and let them off with a warning, it's the least you could do

[without-energy-always]

Thinking about how utterly dad coded john price is

Like im talking him driving and gaz opening a bag of crisps in the backseat and hes immediately doing the dad grabby hand level of dad ykwim??

[livecrow]

do ya'll ever think about a reader in customer service having a slow day at work, shooting the shit with a coworder, doing a mangled ""Scottish"" accent when you think no customers are around

but this cute, bulky guy with a mohawk seemingly just appears out of nowhere, and before you can even put on your best professional "How can I help you?", he's like:

"Och! Abair iongnadh! Guid tae see such a bonne Scottish lass so far from hame! Hou are ye? Where are ye from then, hen? Aberdeenshire? Clackmannanshire?"

and you just. die on the spot.

Soap's grinning ear to ear, think's it's very funny and turns it into trying to get in your pants

i think about this

[lay-z]

[parkersbliss]

[girlfromflor]

which cod man is this?

[forestshadow-wolf]

There's something to it, Ghost thinks, Soap, that is. Something in the way the ocean is both beautiful and violent. Something in the way a rabbit becomes a hare. Something in the way even the smallest, friendliest dog can become a wolf. Something like awareness and anger. The anger isn't what captivates Ghost, nearly is; could be if he let it; but Ghost knows anger, inside and out, has loved it and nurtured it, was moulded by it. It's the awareness that traps Ghost in the wake of Soap's anger. He can't even, really, place his finger on what it is, he wants to say it's an awareness of God, some God, a God, any God; but that's not exactly right either. No it's more like staring a wolf in the eye as it bares it's teeth at you; and if you're smart enough; waiting for it to move, to attack, except all it does is watch; like realizing it doesn't want to kill, but it will, if it has to, and it won't hesitate if it does. It's like watching a godless creature bare it's fangs at the God that molded it's flesh into life.