#soap mwii

[thisnoah]

Oh boy, feelings

[inkarmatqq]

Heterosexuals

[bubuslutty]

soap teaching you how to drive, and him giving you instructions like "slow down. turn there. stop there. turn on your signal" and then he says "run him over" at some random pedestrian just to test you and you actually follow through without thinking. luckily Johnny has quick reflexes and grabs the steering wheel before you commit manslaughter 😀

[s3rrrpentine]

clingy ghost!Ghost #2

bonus but just roughly sketched:

next day

[shroompette]

It's not like his mates didn't know about you; Soap always bragged about the sweet little bird he had at home. They just had no idea that he was being...literal.

After the latest successful mission, Johnny invited them for a dinner at his place. They arrive around seven, with bottles and flowers as gifts for the missus, but she's nowhere to be found when Johnny beckons them inside. "She'll be here any minute. Bird gets antsy if she doesn't have a flight before dinner." He opens the window wide and peeks out, as if looking for you. Ghost huffs. "She a bloody Batman or something?"

Johnny simply chuckles and crosses his arms on his chest, leaning against the radiator.

Not even five minutes later, a tiny European robin lands on the inside windowsill. They recognize the bird; it was Johnny's favourite to draw. At least that's what they assumed when they watched him flip through his art book during missions. Pages and pages of birds, but this specific one appeared the most often; raven, cardinal, canary, robin, crow, swan, robin, robin, blue tit, swallow, robin, woodpecker, robin, hummingbird, pigeon, robin, robin, robin...

"Aye, there's my little feathery luvie," Johnny coos, finger gently stroking down the orange patch on the bird's chest.

Gaz and Price exchange a slightly concerned look while Ghost gives him a deadpan stare.

"I told you, one of these days, you'll stand too close to an explosion and it's gonna fuck with your head."

Johnny glances at him briefly, opening his palm and letting the robin hop into it. "Dinnae know what yer talking about."

"Son," Price began, a tired look on his face. "You...you don't think of the bird as your partner, do you?"

"What else would she be?" he questions, looking genuinely surprised, as if there's nothing unusual about claiming the little chirping thing in his hand is his girlfriend.

Gaz lets out a snort of disbelief, unsure if he should laugh or be seriously concerned for his friend.

Before anyone can say anything else, the robin flaps its wings and its form contorts into a human shape. Suddenly, there you stand. Dolled up and dressed in a cute little flowery dress, a bright smile on your face. The men sit there completely flabbergasted while Johnny, wearing the most shit-eating grin ever, leans in and kisses the top of your head before introducing you: "Guys, this is my darling bird."

After fumbling out awkward apologies and introducing themselves, the men dine with you two, asking how you met and where you're from. They're surprised to learn Johnny came across you while he took a trip to his motherland during leave.

When he wasn't with his family, he'd spend the days in the forest, sketching whatever caught his eye. At one point, it was you. A cute little thing, perched up on a branch, singing sweet melodies to which he started responding with whistling. That supposedly caught your attention and you started posing while he sketched you. This would happen daily for nearly a week before you flew down and sat on his shoulder, looking at all the drawings of you, seemingly pleased.

One day, he brought you a pebble. It was just a goof, a funny little thing he remembered his superstitious granny saying whenever he'd walk with her in the nature as a little lad and point out all the different birds in the trees. "If ye give a pebble to a female robin, she'll bring ye a pretty lass to cherish."

He was eager to see what you'd do with it and nearly fell on his ass when you shifted to a human in front of him in all your naked glory, holding the pebble in your palm, eyes sparkling and soft chirps flowing from your mouth. He had a very difficult time explaining to his Ma and siblings who this bare lady clinging to his arm was when he brought you home.

You still chirp when you talk, but your speech is pretty clear. Soap looks like a lovestruck puppy, heart-eyed, hanging onto your words and you're no better; pressed against his side at all times, batting your lashes and holding his hand under the table, your ring finger adorned by a golden band with the fateful (proposal) pebble in the middle.

masterlist

[cod-fishing]

“Would you want to be buried with your family, Si?”

Simon looks over at Johnny, eyebrows raised at his lovers random interjection. He gives him a once over, eyes narrowing a little bit, trying to find what could have possibly brought that question on. Finding nothing, Simon turns back to his book.

Johnny watches him scan a few lines before replying. “Can’t.”

Johnny’s brows furrow. “Why not?”

“They thought I was dead,” he replies simply, almost absentmindedly as he flips a page. Johnny’s confusion only grows until,

“Washington got your spot,” he says with dawning horror.

Simon says nothing, just humming an assertion. Johnny finds himself in a position he is in far, far too often as Simon’s closest confidant- utterly horrified, while Simon shrugs, already having worked through it with a therapist years ago, and numb to the sheer tragedy.

Simon turns another page, and Johnny breathes through the instinct to start screaming. A man who betrayed him, tortured him, and killed his entire family. Buried in his families plot, where Simon deserves to be someday. Where Simon was supposed to be able to fucking rest, someday.

Eventually, when he’s more in control, Johnny opens his mouth again, and it only comes out a little bit grated.

“So if you die, what would you like?”

Simon snorts at the ‘if’, and finally looks back at Johnny, considering him.

“What do you want?” Simon asks simply.

Johnny just looks at him for a second. Blinks, licks his lips. Opens his mouth to tell the truth, but pussies out at the last second.

He cracks a smile, but Simon can see the way it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Ah, I dunno. Just curious.”

Ghost considers the obviously bullshit answer, but decides to allow the out, turning back to his book. They lapse into a comfortable silence, Johnny going through his gear for their mission tomorrow, Simon flipping through his novel.

“What made you ask, anyways?”

Johnny stops in his movements, and looks over to Simon. The room is technically his, as the commanding officer, but it's strewn with evidence of Johnny’s place in his life. Clothes, notebooks, weapons. His shave kit in Simon’s bathroom, cause the lighting is better, and because its pretty nice to have Simon walk up behind him with a soft touch to his back while he cuts his hair, making sure he hasn't missed anything and leaving him with a kiss pressed to his shoulder.

"I'm thinking about retiring," he blurts out.

Simon looks over, and blinks.

"And…and I want my ashes scattered in the highlands. Unless you want to be buried next to me," he says, feeling out of breath at his confession. "That would…that would be good too,” he near-whispers.

Simon puts down his book.

“But if you wanted to be with you family, I could probably rob the grave and get Washington out of there, and put you back in. I’ve done crazier stuff.”

Simon’s mouth curls just a bit. “Come here, Johnny.”

He hesitates, for just a moment, feeling raw and vulnerable. But Simon pats his thigh, and Johnny could never resist that call. Curling up on Simon’s lap, he hides his nose in his neck, wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders of his best friend, his lover.

Simon embraced him back, pulling him close against his chest. They stay there for a moment, tension slowly draining from Johnny, and eventually Simon whispers.

“I’ve had it in my will that burial rights go to you for a year already. And as for retirement…”

He pulls back, and Johnny does to, looking into his warm eyes, shockingly open in this moment.

“You let me know when, and I’ll follow.”

[morthern]

stole another textpost, drew a soap c:

[eiraeths]

soap the type of guy to ask if ghost got a light and when ghost looks over soap’s holding a molotov cocktail instead of cigarettes

[luxcuriousao3]

Johnny was handsome and charming and perfectly aware of the fact, and he used it to his advantage. Picking up birds was easy—but getting them to stay? That was the tricky part. Most of them only wanted him for a night of fun, and the few who were willing to try for something more never stayed long once they realized how often he was deployed. How often he’d leave them alone.

He didn’t blame them, even if it always hurt like hell. But fuck if he didn't feel like a mutt being returned to the pound after thinking he’d found his forever home.

The one night stands didn’t break his heart as bad, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking for more.

[kittifangzz]

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

i’m so normal about soap guys (i’m not)

[kismetlotts]

Kinktober 🎃 day six: Period Sex!

cw: period sex, talk of menstrual blood, public sex, use of 'Good girl', degrading talk, mentions of being owned you and Johnny, mentions of submissive and dominant Johnny, use of 'wearing your blood in honour', mentions of fem receiving oral sex during menstruation but no actual oral sex, creampie, mentions of aftercare and hinted aftercare, mentions of noncon and dubcon, mention of you having his kids, mentions of marriage/wedding

Johnny eagerly dragging you to the toilets of this local pub everyone around work was at. The captain and others were hosting a Halloween party, in hopes to get everyone together and chill outside of the stressful work environment you knew well. Decorating the interior with fake blood splats on the wall and luminous tape printed with the words ‘Do not enter.’ It was clear they had put a lot of effort into the little gathering, special Halloween cocktails and drinks being served, music- but none of that mattered as soon as Johnny set his eyes on yours.

The bathroom door slowly closed after being slammed open and Johnnys mouth slowly withdrew from yours. Ripping off the stupid store-bought black vampire cape, which was a poor attempt of making an all black outfit a costume, before dropping to his knees. Your flustered waffling and poor attempts to drag his face away earning nothing but a sick chuckle from his throat. He wasn’t listening to anything you were saying- he didn’t really care because he’d wanted you for so long and now nothing was stopping him.

Your body shuddered at the cold skin of his fingers, watching as they hoisted your white nurse costume up and over your thighs revealing the pretty little padded up underwear you were wearing- making his coy devilish smile grow an inch as he tugged your panties down. Oh, that’s why you were so embarrassed of him touching you, that’s why you were telling him no. It was that time of the month, wasn’t it?

He figured there was a deeper reason than you just not wanting him because he saw it in your eyes. The way your legs crossed at work whenever he’d walk in for a ‘check up’, the way you bit your tongue when he’d compliment you.

Resenting the urges you got to let him fuck on the job, you were a good girl and followed the rules tightly. No sex during work hours or in the work place. Tonight there was no rules, no work, no colleagues, just people getting together for a Halloween party. Johnny and you were both free to do whatever you wanted and Johnny definitely was not wasting anytime. He didn’t give a fuck about the party, he only came because he knew you would.

“Babe-,” He started but truly he didn’t know how to finish, the embarrassed look on your face making his heart melt. He wasn’t scared of blood, working in his department it would be ridiculous for him to be scared of blood and to be honest, it turned him on. Knowing no matter what your pink little pussy would leak it so shamelessly, it was adorable. Knowing you would paint his dick so nicely and let him wear your blood as a symbol of love and honour; honour to finally fuck and perhaps keep you as his gorgeous girl forever. The girl he’d been admiring for months.

He wasn’t scared of your blood, he was more scared of it not feeling good for you but knowing it would be extra warm and extra fucking wet it was getting harder for him to place your pleasure above his own. I mean, did you even deserve it? From the amount of times you’d pushed him away and told him no? Maybe somewhere deep deep down he liked the fact you were bleeding because his brain would trick him into believing he was the reason behind it. Hurting you and your pussy so much you were crying for him to stop. Pouring with blood he’d caused because you were a stupid, selfish little cunt. He had needs too and he was prepared to go to great lengths so they were being met. He’d fuck you through tears and screams, moans and whines- He just needed to fuck you at least once.

He’d kiss up your legs starting from your delicate ankles, kissing up your thighs and up the rest of your unclothed body until he reached your neck, quickly unbuckling his plain black jeans. His dick already so desperate to bury itself inside of you he felt if it took any longer he’d just have to bend you over and ruin you now. Fucking you rough and doggy due to his own impatience.

“Baby, it’s okay. A little blood don’t scare me- in fact please. Please let me inside you. Please let me make you feel good because you deserve it so much baby- oh yes you do bonnie. C’mon, please.” His voice, his whispers, the pure need and desperation of his begging made your eyes close.

“Please. Help me out, I know you want this.” And when that small nod left your head, eyes meeting his rushed, that was all the confirmation he needed to have his fun. Feeling his rough hands digging into the back of your thighs lifting you up against the wall and aligning himself to your hole greedily.

He was such a pathetic, dirty little loser. A dirty sod for letting you bleed all over him- a dirty sod for fucking enjoying it but after all, you were one too. He should be ashamed, should be disgusted at how his eyes stung with tears at how good you felt.

How loose and fuckable you were- sliding in so easily and creating the most erotic wet noises he’d ever heard. Your blood coating his cock, balls, pubes and thighs, the floor a mess with drips he’d obviously clean up later and he was so glad your eyes were shut right now- you would be horrified at the sight. The white rim of your dress caught in the mess and dyed red which feasted to his arousal- to his thirst.

All vampire jokes aside but Johnny was getting dangerously close now. His orgasm slowly building the more he pounded you against the wall, the urge to fall to his knees again and lap his tongue around your clit. Letting your vulnerable pussy coat his chin and face, reminding him that he’s yours- you own him. Nothing would be better than that but he couldnt bring himself to stop or to slow down.

He couldn’t resist his thrusts and mindless praises that were spewing out of his mouth and into your ears, cumming in deep and filling you up with his warm semen. His legs going weak as his body pressed you against the wall. Orgasm so good he almost dropped you. He’d look down at you, a cute panting mess as you covering your face, your little pussy swollen and probably aching. Your feminine tummy all bloated as you finally settled back to your feet, legs a little like jelly from how good he pounded you and an irreplaceable smirk present on his lips.

Thinking to himself about what a fucking woman you are before tidying and wiping you up, slipping his baggy t-shirt over your blood-soaked dress before grabbing your wrist and taking you home. One day you will be having his kids, whether you knew that now or will find out later. You were having his kids and you will be walking down the aisle and into his arms. You were Johnny's now, Johnny was yours- and neither of you were complaining.

[yawnderu]

Loser sergent soap deserves love too😔😭

Poor nurse reader... To have to deal with his big balls

“Hell's fuckin' bells.” Johnny groans out, his head thrown back as deep groans are forced out of his throat, not an ounce of decorum in him— not when your soft hands are wrapped around his veiny cock, a sheer contrast to the callouses he's used to feeling whenever he wanks.

“Don't fuckin' stop, hen.” His moans are needy at best, music to your ears as they mix with the sound of his slick, thick precum being used as lube to jack him off. With his eyes, closed, you take a moment to admire the absolute monument John MacTavish is, his legs spread wide, pants unbuttoned only enough for his large cock and heavy balls to be seen, his gloved fingers curling on his heavy vest, his large Adam's apple bobbing up and down, almost following the rhythm of your strokes.

What kind of nurse would you be if you didn't help a wounded soldier? Never mind that the only visible wound was a cut on his arm, rendering him unable to take care of himself— according to him.

Your hand goes down to cup his heavy balls as you jack him off with the other one, fondling them with a gentleness a young soldier has never seen. He manages to open his eyes, face lightly scrunched up at the double stimulation, unable to stop his cock from throbbing as his gaze met yours, ropes of thick, hot cum spurting out, hitting your face and making you lightly recoil back from the surprise, a small laugh leaving his lips at your reaction.

“Shit, 'm sorry.” He offers half-heartedly, exhaustion clear in his tone and face as his hand lazily tries to help you clean the thick, white cum coating your pretty skin— able to call bullshit the moment he purposely smears a bit over your soft lips.

[inkarmatqq]

guess who

[blingblong55]

Seeing stars -John "Soap" MacTavish NSFW

Based on a request: for kinktober can I have soft sex? Soap is the one to fuck you good he'll make you see stars

A/N: I'm sorry it took me this long to post it ---- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, established!relationship, oral!sex, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, fingering ----

Soft, sweet lover. That is who Johnny is as a partner. He has always been a kind boyfriend, something that awed you. He is the first relationship since your last toxic boyfriend. You've learned a lot from him but one thing you have learned the most is that he is a dedicated lover. He dotes upon you, which is why sex with him is possibly the hottest, messiest thing you can live through. 

"C'mon my love, tell me what you want and I'll do everything in my power to fuck you like how you want it." In that moment, he feels you wrap your arms around him, "I want you, I need you to fuck me until I'm nothing but a mess," you softly say as you kiss his cheek. Your body writhes with pleasure and need. "Please, Johnny," you whisper. 

Johnny's breath catches in his throat at your words, a shiver running down his spine. Fuck. The way you say it, all needy and desperate...it makes his cock throb almost painfully, trapped as it is in his jeans. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to taste you. "Anything for you, Bonnie," he murmurs against your mouth. "Gonna fuck you so good, make you forget your name."

His hands roam your body, mapping out every curve and dip. He palms your tits through your shirt, rolling your nipples between his fingers until they stiffen into tight peaks. You arch into his touch, a needy whimper escaping you. Johnny chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "That's it, love. Let me hear you."

He yanks your shirt up over your head and tosses it aside, baring your glorious tits to his hungry gaze. He ducks his head, latching onto one pert nipple and suckling hard. You cry out, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him in place. "Mmph, so fucking perfect," Johnny groans, giving your other nipple the same treatment. His hands slide down to pop the button on your trousers, shoving them down your thighs along with your panties.

He settles between your legs, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. "Gonna taste this sweet cunt," he promises darkly. "Get you nice and wet for my cock." Johnny nudges your thighs further apart and dives in, tongue flicking out to lap at your folds. He groans at the first taste of your arousal, the flavour exploding across his tongue. "Fuck, you're soaked already. Dripping for me."

He licks a long stripe up your slit before zeroing in on your clit, suckling the sensitive bud. Your hips buck against his face, hands fisting in the sheets. Johnny grips your hips harder, holding you in place as he eats you out like a starved man.

He slides two fingers into your slick heat, pumping them in and out. "That's it, love. Ride my fingers. Gonna get you nice and stretched for my fat cock." Your walls flutter around his digits, clenching down like a vice. Johnny curls his fingers just right, rubbing against that special spot inside you that makes you see stars. "There it is," he purrs, massaging your G-spot with each thrust. "Gonna make you cum on my tongue."

You are writhing, moaning mess beneath him, hips bucking erratically. Johnny doubles his efforts, sucking harder on your clit while finger-fucking you faster. He can tell you're close, thighs trembling and stomach muscles jumping. "Come for me, Bonnie," he commands, voice a deep rumble. "Wanna taste that sweet cunt." With a keening cry, you shatter, gushing all over his hand and face. Johnny laps it up eagerly, tongue delving deep to catch every drop. He gentles his touch as you ride out the aftershocks, soft kisses peppering your sensitive flesh.

Finally, he pulls back, licking his lips with a satisfied groan. "Delicious, as always." He stands to quickly shed his clothes, freeing his painfully hard cock. It juts out from his body, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He gives himself a few quick strokes, just to ease the ache. Grabbing his cock, Johnny lines himself up with your entrance, the head notching just inside. He leans down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth. "Ready for me, love?" he asks, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

At your nod, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. They both groan at the sensation, your slick walls stretching deliciously around his throbbing length. "Fuck, you feel so good," Johnny grunts, starting slow, deep thrusts. He sets a steady rhythm, pulling almost out before sliding back in, making sure to brush against your g-spot with every pass.

"That's it, love," Johnny pants, sweat already beading on his brow from the exertion. "Take my cock like a good girl. Gonna fuck this tight little cunt so hard." He changes the angle slightly, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed, a silent scream on your lips. Johnny's grin turns feral, knowing he's found that secret spot inside you that drives you wild. He keeps his angle just right, hitting it with every deep thrust. Your cries grow higher, more desperate, fingernails scoring down his back.

"That's it, love," he pants, picking up the pace. "Gonna fuck this sweet little cunt until you're begging for mercy." He leans down to capture one pert nipple between his teeth, biting and suckling the sensitive bud. You keen, back arching off the bed. Johnny's hands roam your body greedily, palming your tits, sliding down to grip your hips hard enough to bruise.

The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by their ragged moans and grunts. Johnny can feel his orgasm building, balls drawing up tight. But he grits his teeth, determined to make you finish first. Your pleasure always comes before his own. He reaches in to rub tight circles on your clit, thumb pressing down just right. You buck against him, a scream tearing from your throat as you shatter, walls clamping down on his pistoning cock like a vice.

"Fuck, that's it," Soap groans, hips stuttering as he chases his release. "Milk my cock, love. Wanna fill this tight little cunt with my seed." A few more erratic thrusts and he's there, spilling deep inside you with a guttural moan. He collapses on top of you, both of them gasping for air.

Johnny peppers your face with soft kisses, murmuring praise against your sweat-dampened skin. "You're amazing, love. Always so perfect, so responsive." He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're tucked against his chest. One hand lazily traces patterns on your stomach while the other cards through your hair.

"Love you, Bonnie," Johnny says quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Love you more than anything."

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[s3rrrpentine]

clingy ghost!Ghost #1

[serialkilluh-1996]

The only cod propaganda I'm interested in is getting a propuh ganduh at Soap's ass.