rantea

[garfieldisbetterthanyou]

soap

that’s it that’s the post

he’s babygirl idc what y’all think

[micespaceart]

I'm normally not a life action fan, but my mum and dad and I are watching Outlander and it's kind of good...

(Made in Samsung Notes:)))

[lunarw0rks]

hear me out 🙃 riding soap for the first time

☾𓂃❛🍰❜┊ riding soap for the first time

warning(s): explicit content (18+), smut, p^rn w/ little plot, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breath play, established relationship, fem!reader, no use of y/n ♡ masterlist // requests // ask box

a/n: scotland foreverrrr!!!! (i live in delulu-land 24/7 and probably need meds)

johnny was good in bed; so satisfactorily it was almost infuriating. he had you wrapped around his fingers, yearning for him whenever the time was right — and he knew it.

despite all the dirty-mindedness he possessed, or his alarmingly high sex drive. he could be tender, observant to a fault — especially when intimacy was involved.

classic missionary was typically the way to go with him, and honestly, you were satisfied enough to forget about all the other positions that needed trying. typically you were rid of your clothes before the idea even arose, and soap was not going to turn down sex, no matter the location or position he found himself at the end.

currently, you found yourself laying between his legs, the back of your head against his lap as his legs caged you in. ❝almost done,❞ you said, pulling the needle through the other side of his blue shirt, in the midst of patching a tear. could he have bought a new one? ten new ones? yes, but then he would miss the opportunity to watch you with a needle between your lips.

you brought the end of the thread to your mouth as you turned around and made eye contact, using your teeth as scissors. ❝will this be alright for work?❞ you held up the section that once had a rip, a genuine question about your sewing skills.

his lips contorted into a satisfied purse, then he grabbed the shirt and set it down on the neighboring table. ❝think we're done with that, eh?❞ he couldn't care less about how his shirt looked, or anything else for that matter. you had unknowingly aroused him; a seemingly common theme whenever he was home... or, anywhere really.

you recognized the familiar glaze that clouded his vision, a nearly primal look as he motioned for you to come closer. climbing into his lap to make out wasn't new, by any means. what was? how he hadn't cupped your waist and flipped the position so he could hover. instead, the heated kissing merely progressed with you straddling him the entire time.

it was new, but not a discomfiting bind to be in. his hardened bulge, pressing against your inner thigh through his sweatpants. when he removed his lips for air, your foreheads remained pressed together as he flashed a pleased smile.

his hands cupped your waist as you pulled down his sweats and boxer simultaneously, exposing his erection under the dim lighting of the master bedroom. soap's mouth remained slightly agape as you sank your weight back on his lap, clothed heat pressed against him with just enough pressure to make the sensitivity agonizing.

he showed no sign of wanting to move. he wanted you on top of him, just like this. ❝you want me to...? you sure?❞ you whispered as you furrowed your brows. it seemed strange, how many times you two had sex, but never once had you rode him.

your look of uncertainty couldn't be hidden, even if you were the type to possess a poker face. not while his eyes were glued to you and your body.

❝aye, i do. it's better this way, bonnie.❞ he gave your hips a firm squeeze, a sly smirk now forming on his lips. in this position, nearly every part of you was on display for the taking.

well, how could you say no when he looked as if he could devour you whole? and by now, despite only kissing him, you had a familiar tension forming between your legs, too. you shifted around until you had rid yourself of your pajama bottoms, then you found the panties you were wearing, pulling them to the side until you exposed enough of your core to sink onto his length.

soap let out a guttural groan as you eased yourself onto him until you had swallowed his cock entirely. he wanted to let you fend for yourself for a bit until he couldn't fight the urge to take over again. you did only what you were familiar with, grinding your hips the same way you did when you would dry-hump him.

❝look at you, lass, taking all of me so well.❞ whatever you were doing, you had to be doing it decently. each rock of your hips got more desperate, as if the need to release became more important than how you looked, or even how you were performing.

the hands palming your hips slithered higher; one cupping your clothed breast, the other finding the base of your neck, giving it a tender squeeze. each time you ground, he would squeeze, then release again. it was a methodical constriction of your airflow, only he followed each unsteady movement you made, even when you would slow or hesitate. it wasn't enough to make you see spots, just enough to keep you secure.

his fingertips burned with each tightening, the breath control only urging the both of you to that edge. you gathered enough momentum to increase the pace a bit, constricting his waist with your thighs. what once was him sitting up, was now him flat on his back, only anchoring his hips up to clash with each descension of your needy core.

once your whimpers had grown loud enough, once you had gotten sloppy, he was satisfied with watching you. by now, he was just as close to his climax, with much less self-control. from your breast and neck, he gripped your hips now, pushing you down onto his cock at his desired pace — a snappy one.

he was pushing you down deeper than you could've done yourself, a quick, harsh push repeatedly. soap's eyes clenched shut as he felt you pulse around him, seconds off from finishing.

johnny let out a hiss as he opened his eyes again, needing to watch you come undone. when you began to shake and lose your balance, he sat up again for you to loop your arms around him, still a defeating bounce on his length. ❝christ, hen, you're shakin' already... go on, finish for me.❞ his hushed praise was enough to make your core tense its grip, plunging you deep into a momentous climax. one that came quicker than ever before, with the exception of when he used his tongue on you.

he seized your chin, groaning against your open mouth as he finished. soap was rarely vocal when he climaxed, but that didn't make it any less attractive to watch him fall apart. based on his starstruck appearance, he had gandered a new favorite position.

it wasn't until his upward thrusts had slowed, that he spoke again, ❝don't give me those eyes, love. ye ken i can't resist the ride of a lifetime.❞

[calzonecat]

rotting in cod hell rn. SCOTLAND FOREVERRRR 😩😩😩

[ms-rampage]

141 + König, and Alejandro going to a concert/music festival HCs

Note: I went to Sick New World festival in Las Vegas this past weekend. Nearly died from heat stroke/exhaustion, but it was worth it!.

2nd note: These HCs are about rock/metal music festivals/concerts with mosh pits, walls of death, etc.

@ghostsareeverywhereblah2 from our last conversation 😂😂😂

Captain John Price

• Avoids the mosh pits and wall of death. He's too old for that shit!

• Need water or electrolytes? He's your man! Stay hydrated! Probably has a fanny pack with electrolyte packs

• He also has sunscreen and extra towels. If it's during the summer and in the middle of a desert. Carries extra bladder packs for hyradtion backpacks.

• Will take pictures and videos for you while you get your ass shoved around in the pit

• Has snacks so you won't have to spend money on the expensive food there.

• Is annoyed by the crowd surfers. One of them knocked his hat off, and now he can't find it!

• He is literally the dad for your group! 😂 if you're crowdsurfing and you get hurt. He will pull you out of the pit and will not let you go back in.

• But he still has a great time

Simon "Ghost" Riley

• You pretty much begged him to go with you and the others to the event

• If it's during the summer, he'll wear a more summer appropriate type of clothing

• Wore his balaclava. He has a weird tan line on his face now. He didn't reapply it again after 2 hours.

• Might (he will) let you sit on his shoulders so you can get better photos/videos

• Like Price, he will carry extra water and sunscreen.

• Doesn't go into the pit. Enjoys watching others get shoved around though.

• Like Price, he also hates crowd surfers.

• Because he is a big guy, the moshers throw themselves at him. They're like mosquitoes to him, annoying AF.

• Will protect you if you don't go into the pit, but you wanna take video and photos. He's willing to sacrifice his sanity to let these small moshers shove and bounce off of him from behind

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

• Is the crowd surfer that knocked off Price's hat

• Will go into the mosh pit, and wall of death over and over and over until he physically can't do it anymore.

• Might be a bit (or a lot) bruised afterwards. He's a heavy sweater.

• "Boom" by P.O.D is his song 😂😂. Lost his shit when Korn played "Shoots and Ladders" because of the bagpipes at the beginning.

• Doesn't listen to Price on putting on sunscreen and not hydrating. Too high on the concert/festival vibe, will probably pass out at some point.

• Is a rotisserie chicken afterwards. Burnt Soap!

• Will yell "SCOTLAND FOREVERRRR!." at any given point

• Probably wears a kilt and no shirt 😂. Like I said he's a rotisserie chicken now

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

• Like Soap, is a crowd surfer and will go into the pit!

• Unlike Soap, he will hydrate and put on sunscreen every few hours.

• Loses his hat quite often but finds it eventually. He also wears a wet towel under his hat to keep cool.

• He wears one of those hyradtion backpacks and never takes it off. Only to refill it.

• Will record himself on crowd surfing and hope he doesn't drop his phone in the crowd.

• Him and Soap are pit survivors and will say it with confidence! Especially if there are guys twice their size in the pit, shoving them around.

• He might get a little sunburnt, but it's not as bad as Soap's. Is high on the festival/concert vibe and energy

Alejandro Vargas

•Goes into the pit, but doesn't crowd surf. He sees it as a way to release energy.

• Came prepared. Water, electrolytes, sunglasses, hats, sunscreen, snacks. More prepared than Price.

• Makes sure you apply sunscreen every few hours. Will do it for you while you take photos. Buys you something to eat, an actual meal. Not a snack.

• Will let you sit on his shoulders to get a better view of the stage. Will also take photos and videos for you.

• Will sing along with passion! No matter how horrible his voice is 🤣

• Regrets daring Soap to crowdsurf while Gaz following behind on it. Will not tell Price though 😂

• Will protect you from the pit! No one will hurt you! He'll gladly take some crowdsurfers foot (Soap) to the face! Or the back of the head.

König

• Oh boy. Poor baby absolutely HATES crowds! Especially crowds with 40-60,000 people in the heat.

• Was reluctant about going with you and the others, having an internal battle with himself. But decided to go against his anxiety. He does his best to avoid the pit.

• You made sure he stayed away from the pit. All that shoving, and running around is one of the many ways to trigger his anxiety.

• But on the bright side, he can see EVERYTHING! His face is protected from the sun. His hood is super helpful, but he still applies sunscreen.

• He makes sure you and the others are hydrated. Like Gaz, he also has a hydration backpack.

• He will take photos/videos for you since he can see everything that is going on.

• If he were to get caught in the pit, he will freeze out of fear. You, Gaz and Soap will have to drag him out of it and back to safety, with Price and Ghost most likely.

• He'll have to take a seat somewhere in shade away from people, but he does have good time. Probably won't go to another concert/festival again for some time, or ever.

[adverse-camber]

the dancing toothless meme is a fantastic shibboleth. I was hanging out with a group of people, and one of them went "SCOTLAND FOREVERRRR", but quietly, and no-one else reacted. so I started gently singing driftveil city and dancing in my best approximation of the toothless dance, and he lost it. brilliant in-joke

[ezranotbridger]

OMG UR SCOTTISH TOO?!

AAAA (freaking out cause I barely see anyone on social media that’s from Scotland)

Scotland forever‼️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

YESSSS SCOTLAND FOREVERRRR

[1997eitheror]

YAASSSS SCOTLAND FOREVERRRR

cue intense bagpipe playing