#iNs John “Soap” MacTavish 🧼️

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dadforce!johnny calling his little bebe "little bear".... Buys those bear onesie for his child and expects the kid to wear it 24/7. His spouse had to secretly buy new ones when the baby outgrows them 😭

PLEASE😭

you’re the one who nicknamed your child bear, mainly because you often called johnny a big bear (1. because he’s got thick hair everywhere, and 2. because he was the biggest fucking cuddler ever, like a giant teddy bear). and even after your baby was born, the nickname just kinda stuck.

literally saw one video of a baby in a bear onesie and was immediately putting in his credit card information so he could buy one online. he doesn’t realize until after he’s stuffed bear into the outfit that it definitely was only meant for six month olds, the fabric practically almost swallowing the newborn whole.

but once bear’s big enough to fit into the costume, johnny literally always puts it on them. going for a walk around the park? it’s chilly, bonnie—why not put’em in the bear onesie? it’s plenty warm! taking bear over to price’s for team dinner? it’d be cute to show them the onesie! price’s wife’s been asking to see it—no, we cannae just show her a photo. dressing his bear up as a disney character for halloween? why not just use the bear onesie? so what if they were a bear for halloween last year.

doesn’t even question why the bear onesie never seems to get dirty or get too small for his little bear, but he also has no idea you’ve been buying the next size up every few weeks or months so that it always fits just right.

you even have a photo wall of pictures of bear from each month, chubby cheeks stretched out into a smile for all of them as they get bigger and bigger. each photo of them is, of course, wearing the bear onesie.

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Hey boo

I noticed you don’t often write for soap, so don’t take this as pressure to write for him if you don’t want!

but would you write about Soap getting back from deployment, pent up and in need of release? And his poor darling, in the middle of making dinner, keeps trying to tell him to wait, and the poor guy gets needy :(

no pressure, and keep up the good work 🫶

honestly, i need to write more soap stuff because he's really itching something in my brain— (also apologies for the shitty ending. this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and i just wanted to finish it)

PENT UP

𝜗𝜚 the one where soap gets back from deployment and just needs to be inside of you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: john "soap" mctavish x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), slight dub con? (idk if it qualifies enough for a warning but i’d rather be safe than sorry), kitchen sex, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it/get tapped), oral (reader!receiving), implied cum play, unedited

soap couldn't even remember the last time he had felt your naked skin against his—and that was the fucking problem. he had been wracking his brain ever since you guys had gotten back from the airport, desperately trying (and failing) to envision the last time he had his hands all over you as his eyes followed you flit around the kitchen.

"are you even listening to me, johnny?" soap heard you huff out softly, spinning around on your heel and crossing your arms over your aproned chest as your narrowed eyes met soap's hazy ones.

of course soap wasn't listening—he was too busy trying to decide whether to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck his cock into you or carry you over to the already set dining table, spreading you out on your back before pushing his tongue into you. but the frustration pinching your brows together had soap trying to swallow down his pent up need, arms wrapping around your waist as he murmured his apology into the nape of your neck.

"y'just look so pretty, bunny," soap all but whined against your skin, unable to help the way he inhaled your scent deeply. "take a break from makin' dinner, yeah? lemme fill you up."

and you would be scolding soap, chastising him for being the reason why dinner was currently burning in the oven as you tried halfheartedly to squirm out from under his arms.

but soap would be haphazardly shoving your sweatpants halfway down your thighs, one hand palming your arousal through your already sticky underwear as the other worked to free his cock from his jeans.

"shhh—s'alright if dinner burns," soap breaks away from breathing filthy words down your neck long enough to let a wad of spit drip down between your bodies, watching it splatter over your twitching entrance before running his leaking tip through the mess to lube both of you up. "i'll order somethin' instead, yeah? treat you to some of that take out y’like after i fuck ya stupid.”

soap doesn’t even give you a minute to breathe out a snarky retort before stuffing his leaking cock into you, an almost animalistic growl ripping from his chest as he feels your gummy walls sucking him in deeper and deeper and deeper.

and god does it feel like taking your virginity all over again, soap's cock having to carve its way through your insides once more to nestle against the spongy spot he remembered would have your legs trembling. it's only been a few jagged strokes, and your walls are already milking soap for everything he has.

"r-relax, bunny," soap pants into the crook of your neck as his fingers grip tightly around the fat of your hips, pulling your ass flush against the front of his thighs to prevent himself from spilling his cum too quickly. "y'feel like a f-fuckin' vice—gonna make me cum already."

it probably wouldn't even be three strokes after he says those words that soap feels his high crash over him, hunching over your body as he feels ropes of his spend spilling inside of you. he would feel his softening cock twitching at the feeling of it dripping down your thighs, landing on the kitchen tile with a soft plit, plit, plit.

and soap wouldn't even give you time to breathe before he's pulling out of you, dropping to his knees carelessly to bury his face between your thighs and lick you clean until you cum. "told you i'd get you that takeout you like, right? just gotta have my meal first, m'kay?"

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ink im so glad you believe in top!soap and bottom!ghost supremacy because it's the only truth

going feral at the thought of simon laying on the bed and writing while johnny fucks him stupid, the way he blinks up at him with his sticky stupid blond eyelashes hhh

- 👻

YUPPPPP (slight smut below: minors DNI)

and when johnny and simon first became official, the amount of “up the ass jokes” used to piss johnny off because nobody even considers the possibility of the smaller of the two being the one getting his cock wet. it used to bother him, rub him the wrong way like a wool sweater in the summer heat, and simon noticed.

oh, did simon notice.

simon would see the way redness would spread up the back of johnny's neck like wildfire, the way his brows would crease and pinch down in the middle of his forehead, and the heat in simon's gut would start festering because he knew what that meant.

it meant he was in for it that night.

kyle's the first one to piece it together when simon comes to training one day, a slight limp to his step and a visible grimace whenever he sinks down into one of the metal mess hall chairs.

meanwhile, johnny's practically beaming.

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141 bois with a fem!reader that slips up mid-fuck and calls them daddy 👀 how would they react?

imma do this prompt separately for each of the guys, but i gotta start with soap😩

WHAT'DYA JUST CALL ME?

𝜗𝜚 the one where you accidentally call soap daddy

𝜗𝜚 pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut below (minors—DNI), daddy kink, dirty talk, slight degredation/humiliation (if you squint)

like it’d be some random thursday night at your apartment. soap had finally been able to come by to spend the night, not having much to do the next day other than a debrief of last mission.

you felt like it had been years since you’d last seen soap for more than a few hours (it had been a week at most), and soap liked the way you were needy and feigning for his attention.

“what’s with all the whinin,’ huh?” soap murmured against your throat as he lavished his tongue across the balmy skin, his hips continuing to push his cock into you at an agonizingly slow pace. “told you i wanna take my time. y’know how long it’s been since i’ve seen you, bunny?”

your lips fell open in a loud whimper, nails scraping down soap's back and your hips fighting against his hands to snap up to meet his thrusts. "t-too slow, johnny. i need more...please, give me more."

soap's chastising chuckle made your cheeks hot with humiliation, but he soothed the burn with brushing a soft kiss against your cheekbone. "greedy little thing, eh? just take what m'giving you, love."

it felt like your insides were on fire, the slow teasing drag of soap's cock inside of you only serving as fuel to make it burn brighter, hotter—but not enough to push you to the edge like you wanted. you were a blubbering mess, and you didn't even realize half of what you were saying until you felt soap press himself all the way inside of you before coming to a sudden halt.

"what'dya just call me?"

you blinked up at soap as he pushed himself up on his forearms, face inches from yours and the sweat from his temples rolling down to splatter on your cheek. "w-what? i don't...johnny, please—"

"no, no, no." soap was quick to put one hand on your hip, pulling your squirming body back to him and forcing his cock all the way back inside. "say it again. don't tell me you were too busy throwing a fuckin' fit to even listen to yourself." his lips fell to the shell of your ear, tongue brushing along your earlobe as he spoke again. "think you said...daddy please."

the blood rushed to your cheeks as your head fell back against the pillow beneath you, body trembling at just how full you felt in that moment. it was intoxicating, but it wasn't enough. "i didn't...johnny, i didn't mean to—"

soap let out a low groan as he pulled his hips back before delivering a particularly hard thrust, sending his cock barreling into just the right spot to make your vision blur slightly. his pace was now faster, harder, rougher than before. "don't get shy now, bunny. go on—fuckin' hell—say it again and daddy'll give you everything what you want."

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I have this head cannon that Soap and Gaz are always fooling around casually. Basically friends with benefits situation. Just filfy horny shit to meet their needs. But... They then spot you in a bar and give each other a knowing look.

now THIS…this is DELICIOUS

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS...AND THEN SOME

𝜗𝜚 the one where soapgaz find the perfect third

𝜗𝜚 pairing: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader x kyle "gaz" garrick (with mentions of soap x gaz) 𝜗𝜚 cw: brief smut and allusions to it (minors—DNI), innocent!reader, random drunk man trying to hit on you, borderline perv!soapgaz (if you really wanna call them that)

because neither of them ever really considered the other until a particularly long deployment happened, where soap desperately needed a hand and gaz didn’t mind lending him one if it got him to shut the fuck up for two seconds.

but that one time turned into a routine, filled with teasing gropes and filthy makeout sessions that usually ended with both of them grinding their hard cocks into the other’s thigh. it’d usually be a game of who cums first, and soap usually always loses, especially when gaz drops his head down to swirl a tongue around the scottish man’s pert nipple.

soapgaz would froth at the mouth when they bring in a third person, but neither of them had seen such a pretty third before they saw you.

you, sitting pretty all alone at the bar as you stirred whatever cocktail you’d decided to order. you look extremely bored, chin balanced in the palm of your hand and a yawn ripping through your chest. you especially look bored with the drunk man sitting next to you, droning on and on about god know’s what in hopes he can slip a hand between your thighs.

no words are exchanged between soap and gaz as they push themselves up from leaning over the bar, sharing a knowing glance between them and clinking their beer bottles together before stalking towards you like predators hunting their prey.

and you, as innocent and sugary sweet as ever, don’t notice the heat embedded in their gaze as they rescue you from the sleezeball sitting next to you, shoving him off into the crowd of the busy bar before they sandwich you between their muscled bodies at the bar.

gaz would do all the smooth talking, charismatic as ever as he gets you to spill your guts to him about you, your life, your ex who had cheated on you an hour ago so you decided to get your revenge by coming to a bar for a sleazy hookup. and gaz is all sympathetic and sweet to you, slinging an arm around your waist and cooing into your ear how much better you deserve, how you’re too pretty to be in such a place like this.

and this is when soap swoops in, calloused palm cusping your knee and thumb rubbing gentle circles as he agrees with his mate. “pretty things like you’ll get eaten in a place like this, bonnie,” soap chastises you with a click of his silver tongue, leaning in until his nose just barely grazes the shell of your ear. “s’okay though—we’ll protect you, yeah? y’wanna come ‘ome with us?”

and you can’t help but fall for their pretty words and soft touches, a hand gripping both of theirs as they lead you out do the bar doors and to an alley a few streets over, taking their time picking you apart before finally devouring you whole.

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currently having horrible brainrot for knight!soap and royal!reader

like that man literally lives and breaths for royal!reader. he never does anything unless explicitly directed by you, and when you do give him an order, he fulfills it to its fullest.

you want a loaf of bread from the baker in the village? soap will bring you an entire basket of pastries. you want to learn how to ride a steed in the meadows outside of your palace? soap’s helping you sneak out of your chambers and providing you the riding boots he most definitely stole from the local cobbler. you want to kiss somebody for the first time? soap’s patiently waiting on his knees in front of you while you work up the courage to place your lips against his.

not to mention knight!soap would most certainly be willing to die for you at any given time. his life is yours already, and if he has to give his in order for you to survive, he’s more than willing to do so.

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I gotta let you know this idea I have about Soap/Gaz that will not go away. So they mess around with each other all the time. Casual handies galore and they're just horny with each other all the time. But if course their 'just friends'.

And then enter Reader who they both start to crush on and began to competitively flirt with her. Seeing who can get in her pants first. She's offended but flattered but also...

Uno reverse. Readers always wanted a threesome and tells them it's both of them or no one. And of course Soap and Gaz are like 'Bet'. Cue the most competitive threesome ever.

-hides-

this is literally almost the soapgaz fic i wrote to a tee!! here's the link to it: link here.

GET THERE SOMEDAY

𝜗𝜚 pairing: soapgaz x afab!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), competitive threesome, fwb!soapgaz, oral (reader!receiving), throatfucking, orgasm from throatfucking

like the way soapgaz are so set that they're "just friends" even though soap throats gaz's cock like he was built for it, and gaz ruts his clothed cock against soap's muscled thigh like his life depends on it.

and they're SO competitive when it comes to you?? like gaz most definitely holds it over soap's head that he can make you squirt with just his tongue alone, clicking his tongue and ruffling soap's mussed mohawk with a quiet "s'okay mate—you'll get there someday." so it becomes a thing for soap to just eat you out for hours on end in hopes he can figure out the secret that gaz refuses to tell him.

but when soap can't figure it out, he decides to train your body to the point where you can cum just from him throatfucking you. like the triumphant smirk on soap's face when he calls gaz into your bedroom one night, forcing him to sit against the headboard and watch as your body trembles with each plunge of soap's cock past your tonsils.

and when you finally reach your high, your nails clawing down soap's thighs and tears streaming freely down your cheeks to mix with the saliva pooling down your chin, soap just pets at your hair soothingly while he lets you come down slowly, casting a glance up at gaz and shrugging his shoulders. "s'okay lad—you'll get there someday, yeah?"

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https://www.tumblr.com/ink-n-shadow/757172339241811968/watching-mens-gymnastics-at-the-olympics-has-me

Go ahead right this for me dog 🫱🏻💵

bestie you don't even have to PAY ME (i'm obsessed with this trope)

gymnast!simon would be an absolute superstar on high bar and rings, the thick bulging muscles of his biceps and upper body proof of just how strong that man would be. like that man would be a world champion, with more gold and silver medals than most of the guys he competes with. but he's humble about it, rarely ever giving more than a few words during interviews and cheeks blooming red when interviewers and commentators alike praise him for his almost inhuman abilities.

teammate!johnny, on the other hand, would be everything but humble. both him and the rest of the gymnastics world knew he was an all-around champion, with multiple medals and awards tucked neatly under his belt. he would be leaner than simon, arm muscles not nearly as girthy but with thick hairy thighs the size of literal tree trunks to show just how much power was packed into his smaller body. johnny would love the spotlight (as any good team leader would), eagerly boasting about the strength of his team and just how easy it would be for them to win gold at that the upcoming olympics.

but both johnny and simon knew that they would be nothing if it weren't for you. you were at every practice, every meet, every team meeting—just like every other athletic trainer employed by their coaches, but you were just different.

they enjoyed the way you gently tended to their sore muscles and bruises, fingertips soft against their calloused skin as you wrapped their much bigger muscles in tape and gauze. they loved having conversations with you, listening to your ramblings about current standings, other opponents, or how well they were doing in upgrading their skills. it was never just ego-boosting with you—you would actually critique their work, giving them tips on how best to avoid injuring themselves and how to protect their bodies for longevity's sake.

it would be a competition between them of who could impress you more, with johnny trying desperately to learn the most intricate vault imagineable in hopes that you would tell him how amazing he was that night. simon, on the other hand, liked showing off his strength and endurance, noticing the way you seemed to never be able to take your eyes off of him when he would swing around the high bar or hang from the rings.

(and maybe they enjoyed watching you squeeze your thighs together every time you got too close to them, with rosy cheeks and glossy eyes peeking up at them like you were imagining them breaking you in half.)

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John "Soap" Mactavish

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[ ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSES ]

incubus!johnny ⤷ pretty please? dadforce!johnny ⤷ bear onesie

[ DRABBLES ]

canon ⤷ what'dya just call me? ⤷ pent up ⤷ friends with benefits...and then some ⤷ get there someday ⤷ chalk and trainers non-canon

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SUBBY INCUBUS JOHNNY???? 😳😳😳😩😩😩 THAT IS A TREAT IM SO EXCITED ENEBFNFMDNDBF

WANNA 👏🏻 SEE 👏🏻 HIM 👏🏻 BEG 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

(that being said take all the time you need, literally i will just sit here waiting for however long it takes hsbdnnfnnc)

PLEASE SEND ME MORE REQUESTS FOR INCUBUS!JOHNNY bc the worms are fucking worminggg

PRETTY PLEASE?

𝜗𝜚 the one where incubus!johnny finally meets his match (but you don't wanna meet him)

𝜗𝜚 pairing: incubus!johnny x reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: sub!johnny (at the very least switch!johnny), you getting hit on by a sleazy man, needy!johnny, honestly, not much else, johnny referred to like a mutt (minors—DNI)

incubus!johnny lurking around the bar one night (as he usually does on a work night) only to find what he thinks might be the prettiest human being to ever exist. okay sure, he says that about a lot of the humans he ends up on top of, but there really is something different about you.

maybe it's the way you're sitting pretty at the end of the bar, stirring at the contents of your glass with your black plastic straw with an unimpressed grimace plastered on your face as some beefcake tries to worm his way between your thighs. maybe it's the way you snap at the man after a couple minutes of his whiny pleas, your glossy lips curled up in a sneer and your eyebrows pinched together in annoyance as you successfully scare him off.

all incubus!johnny knows is that he needs to get you under him by the end of the night.

only he doesn't take into account the way you cast your eyes uninterestedly in his direction as he bounds up to you at the bar. he doesn't know what to do when his usual charm and banter doesn't thaw out the coldness of your exterior. he doesn't even realize what he's doing when he starts downright begging you to at least acknowledge him, doesn't realize the way his bottom lip wobbles or his brows crease in petulance, doesn't realize just how pathetic he looks.

what incubus!johnny does realize is that it's enough to make the corner of your mouth quirk up into a smirk ever so slightly, polishing off the martini he had ordered for you before finally casting a glance his way.

"say pretty please, and i'll think about it."

and boy does incubus!johnny sing his begs and pleas for you like a good little mutt.

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