#soap thoughts

[bi-writes]

Horny ideas? What about the 141 reaction to their girl wanting to film them having sex? Like it's the first time and she's the one to bring up recording them. "I want something while you're away..." 🥺

ok ok ok (18+, f!reader)

gaz — super into it. he's all smiles, all giddy, and he's warm all over thinking about it. knows the perfect angle, too. he props up a pillow at the end of the bed and lays the phone there. he throws your legs up and presses your thighs down, and gaz is buzzing when he checks the footage after. it's just the perfect shot of his cock ruining you. the smack of your skin is so nasty, and gaz finds himself already cupping under his cock when there's an insane shot of him pulling out, globs of his cum spilling out of you. oh, but no, that's not good enough, we need another angle. he loves the POV shots the most, where all the focus is on you. he loves panning from your swollen pussy to your bouncing tits all the way to your open mouth, and he loves it even more when he moves the camera closer to get a shot of you sucking on his fingers all wet and heavy. pretty, pretty, pretty...

soap — 100% down, but he's so bad at it :( you're always so wet and whiny when you fuck. you can't help it — johnny is so hot, and you can't get enough of him. he makes you downright stupid when he's inside of you, so you relied on him to film everything, but he's so bad. the camera is shaking as he tries to film, and you get motion sickness watching it back. the audio is quite nice—johnny's grunts are hot, but you really wanted more footage of him absolutely splitting you. the best you got was a blurry shot of your tits when johnny spit on them to keep you crying. oh well, maybe next time :(

price — he's old-fashioned, he doesn't get it. he has a couple polaroids of you back in his locker, and that is always good enough to get him off when he's away from you. you're not even fully naked in those pictures, and he's cumming across his stomach just fine, so he finds it really odd that you want to film. he doesn't say no, but you can tell he finds it strange, so you simply point the phone between your thighs and bring his hand between your legs. john stares over your shoulder into the phone as he watches his own fingers slip inside of you. he leans in a little, watching, licking his lips as he finds it mesmerizing to watch you become wetter and wetter and wetter. soon, it's a wet slap of his palm against your pussy, and you're crying with relief as you come, flooding his hand and wrist and crying through the overstimulation. the audio alone is enough for john to forward it to himself for later use.

ghost — absolutely not into it at first. he is anti-photo. he has no photos of himself at all, and he never takes any, and he's always refused to be in pictures, so the idea of being filmed in one of the most vulnerable places makes him uncomfortable. you totally go with it, very supportive, but then ghost offers a compromise at your soft angel face—he can't be the feature. so there you are, reverse cowgirl, slowly lowering yourself onto your boyfriend's cock with relative ease. it still takes a lot to fuck simon, even now, but once you're finally seated, you whine with relief at the stretch. then you go for it. you make a show of fucking big bad lieutenant riley, and simon has one hand on your ass and the other with a fixed hand on your phone. over and over and over again, your hips come down, fucking down onto simon within an inch of your life, and simon can't keep his mouth shut. he keeps saying your name and groaning, and he's so vocal, you're losing your mind. the sight of you leaning forward after you've come, cum dribbling down as his cock glistens in the frame, is one of the most insane videos he's ever seen. my pretty, pretty bird.

[killerpancakeburger]

To drag Soap by his throat mic. Pull him closer by his dog tags. Grab his mohawk. Tug on his belt loops...

He's a very grab-able boy.

[xxundeadfanboixx]

I started thinking about immortal!Soap and reincarnated!Reader/Míchéal...but then immediately realized that he would just be Meliodas from The Seven Deadly Sins (is the included in the title? I can never remember). Bro is just using the excuse that they have been in love/are soulmates from a past life to constantly feel up and be affectionate with them. Would kiss them on the lips, tongue down their throat the first time they meet in every new life time if the first time he did that they didn't immediately freak out. (Still would've done it, but it takes longer to gain their trust when they think he's some man harassing any person he comes across. Like, no Bonnie, only you)

[maluconino]

One rule your boyfriend has for you posting dress pics to social media

He gets to be in the background of the mirror

The last time your co-workers hit on you because of the first photo, you tried to explain that you have a boyfriend and he will kick anyone's ass if they hit on you. They laughed and said they can take his little ass anytime.

So now, here you are

Dress clad on, flowers in hue that compliments your skin tone and smile

His strong arm secured around your waist, your phone in the other hand taking the picture

It looked like a beast holding a delicate flower in his palm

The mirror pic was all they needed to see that your boyfriend, wasn't some lil boy

But a big ass man with a stone eyed look, and arm muscles bigger than your head

Needless to say, they still had the balls to comment on the post, but not in person anymore

[gothghostiie]

price with erectile dysfunction. beats himself up simply because his love is too pretty to not get hard over, but being the wise old man he is he quickly finds a solution. what does he have three young men for, if not to help him out?

he regularly let's the boys have at you, fuck your cunt raw while he sits next to you and watches, petting your hair gently. and you? you only have eyes for him. no matter which of them fucks you, no matter what they do, you just have eyes for your husband. gazing up at him, gripping his arm, moaning his name, begging him to go harder, to make you cum.

and the boys loathe it. they're the ones fucking you, the ones making you feel good, why are you only looking at him? calling out for him when you cum, clutching his arm when they hit that spot that makes you see stars? they stumble over themselves to make you look at them, moan their names or at least acknowledge them, but you never do.

and yet they still keep coming back to do it over and over again.

[rosegolden13]

You had long since lost track of what Captain John Price was yelling in your face. Yes, you had almost gotten yourself killed on the latest mission. Did you regret it when you realized you’d have a limp for a bit? Yes. Did you regret it now, hearing that gruff accented voice directed at you? Hell no.

Even during debriefs, you could get lost in the gentle rumble of his voice. But this right now was something different. His words were biting, filled with an intensity that you normally only saw in the midst of missions- not on base and not directed at you.

You bit down on the soft plush of your bottom lip and a moment of silence settles over you. His icy blue eyes bore into yours. It’s like staring down a dog that’s about to snap its teeth at you again. Needing to fill the silence, you gave a quick response, “What was that last part, sir?” This’ll piss him off more but that’s what you want.

He stares at you a moment, processing your audacity before exploding once again. “Bloody fuckin’ hell, Sergeant! You don’t listen to me here, you don’t listen to me on the field. It’s a fuckin’ miracle you’ve survived this long. Pull that shit again, I dare ya, girl. What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice is a low growl as he steps closer, like he’s about to reach for the back of your neck and jostle some sense into you.

Your cheeks are flushed at this point. There’s no denying that or the subtle ache between your legs. You let out a slow breath, spotting movement in your peripheral and meeting Soap’s gaze. He seems to see right through you, a cocky smirk on his face. “She’s got the hots for ya, Cap’n. Tha’s wha’s wrong with her.”

Price stares at you a moment more, completely taken aback as he reassesses you. And then he turns around, muttering something about not getting paid enough. You stand there mortified before chasing off after Soap to berate him for outing you like that.

[soapcloth]

CW: 18+ MDNI, ghoap x reader - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

Can’t stop thinking about having to listen to the two bearish tenants in the apartment next door fucking nasty style whenever they’re home.

Every time you’ve passed them outside they’ve been nice enough- well, the one you’ve properly met is, but whenever he stops you to chat, you can’t help but vividly recall the way he fucks his big, brooding partner like a man starved each night.

Sadly, it’s hard to find the words to ask an imposing guy like him if he can go have sex in a hotel or something, unable to find a polite way to tell him that he sounds like an elk in heat when he fucks- so you don’t. The expectant glint in his eyes told you that even if you did manage to bring it up, it would only spur him on.

The distinct and audible shuffle of moving furniture one morning as you slip on your coat to head out for work makes you hopeful they’ve decided to relocate, and as your thoughts drift later throughout your tedious shift you find yourself praying for someone nice and quiet to occupy the vacant spot; your work-addled brain dreaming up possible new tenants and their imaginary backstories. It’s nice.

After a tiring day you’re more than ready to fall into the first peaceful sleep you’ve had in months, however, to your horror, you find out they’ve moved their bed into the room directly across from your own, Their headboard knocking into the thin wall behind you with a brutish vigour you had previously thought impossible for them to top.

Covering your ears with your pillow and rolling onto your side doesn’t do much to stop the low yearn pooling in your gut when your bed is being rhythmically shaken by their momentum- nor does the shocking sound of your name being spilled out messily in between their own.

[machveil]

the idea of Johnny unintentionally staring people down when talking to them is great. looking at him too long is like looking directly at the sun, you just have to awkwardly look away every once in a while because his piercing blue eyes are locked onto yours

even better, Johnny was raised on ��it’s polite to make eye contact’ when talking to people. Johnny physically moving back into your line of sight as he keeps yapping to stare into your soul

on the other hand, Simon staring you down while listening to you so he can process what you’re saying. absolutely still, not moving a muscle, when was the last time you saw him blink— you have to look away sometimes because his gaze is burning through you

even worse, when you glance away you can still feel his eyes on you. his silence is incredibly loud, is he even breathing? it’s unnerving until you look back at him and— no, he’s still staring at you

[majinbangus]

Not being used to the princess treatment or being taken care of. You're not one to rely on others, so when you get in a relationship with Soap, you don't realize how independent you are, relying on yourself to do things, not going to him for emotional needs. Sometimes, even taking care of physical ones on your own because you don't want to bother him or seem clingy.

He gets upset, naturally.

You don't let him open doors for you, nor do you let him pull out your chair at the dinner table. If you're sick, you insist on sleeping in the guest bedroom and taking care of yourself until the illness has passed. When you're on your period, he's excited to give you anything you need, but then you don't ask him for ice cream, or chocolate, you don't even ask for cuddles??

Not to forget the times when you didn't wake him up to help take care of you because you didn't want to 'disturb his sleep'. Fuck his sleep, he could've gotten that later, he would've loved to have a sleepy fuck with you. It almost feels like a betrayal that you snuck away to the guest room to get yourself off. If you'd asked, he would've happily taken care of you.

He needs to feel needed. Needs you to need him. Wants you to need him. Has he not shown you that he can provide? That he can take care of you?

But then think about finally giving in, and slowly letting him take care of you. He breaks down your walls, coaxes you into accepting his help, spoils you with affection. Peeling away that hard shell, and revealing that soft underbelly that didn't know how much it wanted and needed to be treated so sweetly.

It's a process, but Soap will get you used to the princess treatment. You don't have to be so strong all the time. He'll give you what you need if you give him the chance.

("I just don't want to be needy."

"Hen, I'd give anything for you to be needy. Let me take care of you.")

[bi-writes]

How would the 141 react if you came so hard you cried for the first time 👁️👅👁️ Who would freak tf out and who would be beaming with pride?

hmmmm (18+, f!reader)

gaz — doesn't freak out, immediate soother. he's nuzzling his nose against your cheek, picking you up under your thighs and hugging you close. skin-on-skin contact as he murmurs soft things into your ear and mouths at your wet jaw. "'s alright, love," he'll say, "don't cry, baby, 'm right here." gaz loves giving the princess treatment. "felt so good, huh, love?" he'll coo. when you nod, whine, he just smiles, gripping your jaw tight so he can kiss you straight on. romantic, soothing, babying you in every way as you try to breathe easy and come down from an insane place of euphoria and pleasure. you like when that happens, though. you like when he treats you that way, when he fusses over you and says nice things and takes care of you. it's dizzying, the kind of love you feel.

soap — freak !!!!!! he fucking loves it. the first time it happens, his eyes are sparkling with glee. he laughs, not mockingly but in disbelief. he leans over you to press just that much further into you, forcing your back to arch at a sharp angle as you blubber and cry from overstimulation. johnny reaches a thumb out and wipes your eyes, and you sniffle and whine when he sticks that thumb in his mouth to taste your pretty tears. "fuck...ye look so lovely," he pants. "a wee angel." definitely tucks you under his arm after and babies you, but he's smiling and hot with a nasty sense of satisfaction as he holds you. "y'r so pretty when ye cry, bonnie. give it ta ye good, don't i?"

price — honestly, john doesn't consider your orgasm worth it unless you do cry. your first blissful orgasm over his fingers, satisfying but not good enough. then against his tongue, on your tummy as you push back against him—fucking lovely, but it isn't what he's looking for. no, here is where he has you. you're on your back, thighs up, ankles by his ears, and he's dropping his entire weight on you to make you see nothing but spots. you beg, you plead, it's too much and not enough, and now he's yanking on your hair and grunting into your mouth, telling you, "give it ta me, fucking give it to me, sweetheart," cause why the fuck would committing war crimes be worth it if not to fuck a pretty pussy afterwards? what's the benefit in keeping england safe if it means he can't feel his girl aching and wet and squirting like a pathetic, eager little girl? the tears are warm against his cheek as he lays his against yours. you wrap your arms around his neck, panting, little sobs as you come down. "atta girl," john murmurs, tucking you into his chest. "that's it."

ghost — he won't admit he has a kink, but oftentimes, your tears are enough to push him over the edge. simon is not a small man, and he's not very gentle with you. that isn't to say that he's not romantic and that he doesn't love you, but simon's moments of intimate connection can be...intense. he kisses like it's the last time he'll taste you, he eats your pussy like it's the only meal he's ever waited for, and he fucks like you're his last chance at redemption. it's always like this—simon always gives it to you so good, and you feel as if you're barely hanging on in the best way. it's natural for you to cry; overwhelmed, buzzing with pleasure, happy and delirious. simon feeds off of it, and there you are, post-orgasm, crying all sweet and soft into his chest as he pants. he sticks his tongue out, pressing his face to yours, and you sigh as he flicks his tongue and licks up the salt of your tears. perfect, perfect girl.

[killerpancakeburger]

Me: Ok I need to stop thinking of Soap as a sad puppy or a guard dog-

The actual devs of COD: *make him wear a throat mic collar and a gas mask muzzle*

Me: why you making this so hard...

[saint-ajax]

when you married ghost , it's automatic that you're married to the rest. that's why they call it one for one. hubby's friend comes over with just you in your robe, nude underneath, and price needs a little taste? no problem captain hubby, lieutenant's consent and yours is given. soap is drunk and needs help with his boner? baby, im here, it's okay. you assure him while simon watch you two proudly. while, kyle, his big respect to the both of you hindrances his needs. simon appreciates that, big time. at the same time, we're family here sergeant. you nod and brush your palm on top kyle's lap to gently assure him as you agree with simon, yes, that's right. let me help you, sweety.

it's just something to love about the concept of your beefy husband casually fucking you whenever he wants, and letting other gigantic men who are very close to him, share you.

[writersdrug]

If you smack your boyfriend's ass...

Captain John Price will snap his head up, looking at you with a confused but intrigued expression, rubbing his behind in slight shock. "What's that for, luv?"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick will throw back his head and laugh, rubbing his ass and smiling at you. "Been workin' out more - is it paying off?" He'll say, looking back at his own ass.

Simon "Ghost" Riley will let out a shocked grunt. "Oi, little wanker-" he'll quickly grab you by the waist before you can scramble away and give you a few sharp pats to your ass.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish will chuckle mischievously, putting down whatever he'd be doing. "Right, askin' for it now, cheeky-" he'll say, chasing you into to the bedroom.

[maluconino]

Naw man hear me out

You and your boyfriend are on the couch right? He's lying down with his head on the arm rest, blind folded.

Your feeding him diff candies, asking 'which one is it?' 'what about this flavor?'

Then you get a wild ass idea. You tell him this last round is the bonus round

You get up, slip your skirt off and panties.

Hovering above him you tell him 'this isn't a candy you bite, it's all licking'

He leans forward and licks from your wet hole up to your throbbing clit.

He lets out a soft growl, asking 'so I cant bite it? But I can only lick it?'

You giggle and say 'sometimes if you lick it more, it produces more liquid '

He leans up again, this time pushing his tongue into your pussy, gaining a sharp gasp.

He chuckles and his hands fly forward and grip your hips hard, pressing you closer. Groaning in the lustful flavor.

You pipe up with ' did you guess yet?'

He slips out of you, your love nectar all on his mouth he says' tastes like punishment time'

You look down shocked and say 'what?? No this was supposed to be a joke baby'

He chuckles and nips on your clit

[soapbbox]

Your au of cogless Megatron is so good!! TT!! This comic where Megatron bumps into Optimus in the mine barracks breaks my heart;0; Would it ever be okay if I write something about it? Perhaps a Megop slow burn;;;;

AAAAAA OF COURSE YOU CAN 😭😭 Please please let me know if you do, I’d love to read it!!!

AU from this comic for those wondering.

[temeyes]

hair pulling (extra under the cut!)

you brought this to yourself, soap...