#seal!soap

[girl-lostconnection]

Little continuation to this because I can’t help it

Seal Soap that gets along with seal Reader better than anyone else: better than Price, better than Kyle, better than Ghost.

Drives the latter one a little mad that his boy is so fucking whipped.

That his boy can’t help but stick with you and smooch you like there is no tomorrow. Like that’s a perfectly regular thing to do.

And while Kyle (who came back flustered and smitten) tried to explain the delicacies of seal to seal communications, Simon doesn’t fucking buy it. There is no such thing as wordless communication, there are scents of course, there are signals and sounds. But completely silent talk initiated by kisses? No, that’s bullshit if you ask him.

Unfortunately, no one fucking does.

Johnny walks you to breakfast and lunch and dinner. Johnny jogs to yours side as soon as you enter the gym, Johnny rolls over so you can have a spot next to him when he’s sunbathing (and bastard never rolls over, he’s greedy fuck who doesn’t like sharing his warm sunny place).

Johnny twitches his upper lip to show off sharp teeth when someone else gets too close to you, guarding new seal on his team like a bloody treasure.

And you don’t seem to mind all the attention.

No, you hum pleased when Soap shares his fish with you, you give him back scratches and quietly groom him in the rec room, you share parcels from home with him.

Simon doesn’t like that you get so quickly acquainted with his boy. Simon doesn’t like that you seem not interested much in whether or not he likes things.

Simon is used to be the biggest meanest dog in the compound, but when he presses you don’t back down and don’t cower. Seems like he isn’t the biggest one anymore.

You smile at him, sharp points of your teeth peeking from under your upper lip but your eyes are cool and it takes him every ounce of willpower not to growl in your face.

Slippery fucking seal, he hates that he doesn’t have grounds for being a bigger dick to you than he already is.

He hates that both Kyle and Johnny seem to disapprove that.

But you aren’t going anywhere.

You chuckle when Gaz shows off his sharpshooting skills, you patiently watch their eagle’s training routine and offer to spot him. You pretend not to notice the way sergeant Garrick stares unblinking at the sliver of skin that shows when you stretch your hands above your head and your T-shirt rides up a little.

You kiss Soap whenever and wherever you feel like, not paying any mind whether or not someone might see it.

You press a short smooch to Soap’s lips during the drills and missions — getting returned one as quickly as yours was given, because Johnny is whipped and “it helps to calm the nerves”. Because apparently you can’t just communicate with words like the rest of them and need to have this secret third thing.

You catch Johnny’s lips routinely, biting his lower lip, rubbing against his stubble like it really can give you some information that you can’t get otherwise. You kiss him after swimming, getting salt off his lips, getting his spirits so high a little more and sergeant is gonna become a bloody kite.

You cup Johnny’s face and press your lips to his — slow and gentle, tongue already sliding between his lips, Soap’s hands holding onto your hips — fingers sinking into the fatty tissue of your ass. It’s not rushed in the slightest, your cool lips meeting his, Soap thumbing the dimples on your lower back so you arch into him. So he has a “just” reason to get handfuls of your ass.

Simon accidentally walks in onto one of these sessions and like a bloody creeper stays in the shadowed corner because the two of you seem a bit preoccupied with whatever “conversation” you have been having.

But to give you two your due — the make out session is indeed silent. There are no whispers, no exchanged sweet nothings, no secret confessions. Nothing.

Like you two can actually talk like that.

Like it is an actual thing.

Simon doesn’t want to admit that it unnerves him ever more. A fling, a moment of passion added to urge to mess with the team he could understand. This? Whatever this is, he can’t. He doesn’t know how.

There is a quiet soft intimacy in the way you hold each other, in the way your kiss seems never ending, in the way you two break it only to rub cheeks or noses. It’s intimacy Ghost hasn’t seen before and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

Not like he can ask, right?

Simon leaves as quietly as he came, trying to mull it over, trying to come up with something — anything — that would fill in the gaps he can feel under his ribs.

He is all heavy bulk and heavy boots and heavy glares, but it doesn’t seem to phase you when you finally corner him in the gym.

Eyes so calm it drives him up the wall, eyes so gentle he feels like wrestling you to the floor so you finally get the point and stay the fuck away from him.

But you just angle his face to you and tap the hem of his mask silently. Eyes calm and chest pressing into his, pressing him into the wall so he can’t run and hide. Slippery fucking seal, he should teach you some fucking manners so you don’t get too cocky around your superiors.

And maybe if you said a single thing he’d push you away. Maybe if you asked him for something, he’d bristle and growl and sneer. But you don’t so Simon is not sure what to make of it.

He just pulls balaclava just above his lips, scar crossing them, part of his upper lip gnarly ugly thing that healed a little too high and left him with perpetual snarl. It’s not pretty.

He isn’t pretty.

Not like Johnny with his shiny eyes and wide smiles, not like Kyle with his full lips and proud slope of the nose.

He knows he isn’t pretty but the wolf in him still gets ready to snap jaws on your neck the moment you mention it. Simon knows he is nothing special, he’d rather a pretty seal didn’t comment on his appearances.

You don’t know his story and he prefers it stays that way.

The feel of cool fingers on his jaw snaps Ghost out of it, your eyes still calm and endless, your breathing ghosting over his lips — you are close enough to drink into his every breath. Close enough to taste desperation rolling off him in waves.

Close enough for him to get handfuls of your ass and pull you flush against him.

Got you, slippery seal. He caught you. He won.

But you don’t seem to mind it, your nose just pressing to his cheek — slowly, like you aren’t sure how much you can do before Simon loses his mind and either mounts or mauls you right on the floor of this gym.

Simon isn’t sure himself what he’d like to do more.

Your breathing on his cheek is feather-soft when you gently rub on his stubble. The same way you did with Johnny just a few days prior. The seal greeting you two do tirelessly.

Ghost hums quietly and tilts his head to the side, so you can reach better, his hands no longer gripping but slowly groping your bum now. Like he is finally letting himself savor it without the fear of your slipping right through his fingers.

There is a beat after which you finally press your lips to his, catching them like he’s an old friend you are happy to see — your tongue asking for permission like Simon isn’t pushing his in your mouth the moment you kissed him.

Simon is all hunger and sharp teeth and heavy glares, but you kiss him and he melts. You open the soft wet heat of your mouth and be pushes his tongue inside, finally tasting for himself salt on your tongue and points of your canines and the gurgly needy sounds your throat makes when he devours your mouth.

When his fingers get to underside of your ass and inner side of your thighs.

Slippery seal, don’t you know that he is the biggest meanest dog in this compound?

But your palms slide under waist of his pants, your nails digging into his lower back so he can’t help but arch into you.

Well, not anymore, he is not.

Ghost grins in your mouth and licks the grin off the tips of your teeth, hoping to poke himself too hard and finally bleed in the chatty mouth of yours.

Seal to wolf communication, eh? That’s something he can understand.

That’s something he’d like to become proficient in.

The next time you press a kiss to Johnny’s lips is during brief and no one spares you a second glance.

By this point, it’s a routine and you two never lose too much time doing this so if seals need to communicate, the rest are going to leave you to it.

Only this time you don’t limit yourself with just Johnny, reaching out to Simon right after — pulling him in by the scruff of his neck and giving him a short smooch as well. Like it’s a completely normal thing too.

Price pauses mid sentence, giving you a long unreadable stare before finally arching his brow, thick cigar between his lips heating up when he pulls air in.

Komodo dragons thrive on hierarchy and you are starting to push it. Thin ice there.

“Seal to wolf communication, sir.”, your grin is wide enough to show off tips of your canines, eyes crinkling when Kyle looks at Ghost with the look of utter betrayal on his face.

Yeah, you will need to come up with something to sweeten it for pretty eagle sergeant as well.

“Didn’t know it was a thing. Can he talk with seals too?”, Price looks utterly unimpressed, eyes heavy with something you can’t quite make out.

“No, sir.”, the answer is as honest as they get, your grin only widening when Ghost slowly licks his lips, lieutenant’s eyes heavy in a way that unrolls a sweet aching in your belly.

Big mean bastard he is. Big bad wolf.

“But he can feel the vibes. Right, L.T.?”, you turn to him and Simon tilts his head to the side, his tail wagging behind him, his tail smacking your thigh every time it moves.

Price looks at Ghost with the look of exasperated parent but lieutenant seems to be finally content with the way things are.

Lieutenant finally doesn’t mind the seal to seal communication.

Not when he has his own now.

Big bad wolf just wanted to be included, didn’t he?

“Yeah. I sure can.”, he finally huffs out and leans on you, corner of his lips twitching when you have to steady yourself not to tip over. Big mean bastard.

Simon tilts his head to the side, like never before reminding you of his animal side — deep seated eyes of his glimmering from underneath the dark hover of his brows.

“Though I feel like the first check was too hasty”, he muses words slowly, syllables rolling on his tongue, accent thickening. There is laughter simmering on the bottom of his irises, the heated sort of fun.

“Mind givin’ it another go, luv?”

[girl-lostconnection]

The way he smacked this thing😭

Today's Seals Are: Robot Uprising

[solivagantingrebel]

i wish to see the boy (seal!soap)

Seal!Soap is having a great time right now, it's me who is suffering trying to figure out how anything works ever in this wip 💀

Also more Seal Soap updates:

He's doing great 🫶

[ghoapfanfic]

Chapter 2

"Soap? That's not your given Name. How did your Mother call you? "

" John"

„Little Johnny“

"Well,"

Soap said now, looking away with a small blush.

„Ghost is not your given name!“

„No, but I do not tell my name to every Mere that comes across.“

"But!"

Soap wanted to protest.

„To the important question: Why are you here in my Tank, your not hurt, and even if you were, you should have been droped in a lone tank and not one with your natural enemy.“

„True, I dont feel hurt and I didnt have any Injuries Before.“

„Do you remeber why you got captured?“

„Not realy. I was just sunbathing a little away from my Pod and out of nowhere everything went balck, and wenn I first opend my eyes, I was here with your scary ass, bevor me.“

„That doesn't sound right. Price and Laswell always check, if an animal needs medical help or if it can survive on its own. Something is not right.“

„Who are Price and Laswell?“

„They are the humans that save the Anmals, including me.“

"Ohhh.."

Soap yarned

„Tired little Seal?“

Soap just nodded

" Can you blame me ?"

Ghost couldnt, infact he was surprised, that the Tiredness just now kiked in.

" Come "

Ghost said, the thought to let somebody else in his den was something, he alsways was sensitive about, but with Johnny, he didnt feel to scared? He actually liked the thought of having the little seal somwhere save.

" Where are we going ?"

„Into my den, Seals, need they sleep no?“

That made the Seal blush, wich made Ghost chuckel. They swam to his cave, where the ghost made a smal qule for the seal, bevor he tipping him in.

"thanks"

Soap said quietly with a yarn, bevor drifting off.

cute ghost thought, shock his head and went up to the surface of his tank. Looking out. Gaz should shown up. It's been a while since Ghost saw him last, and it would be good to have some food for Johnny. He nearly purrs, just by thinking about the little Seal, now sleeping in his Den. After giving up on Gaz' showing up, he looked for some seaweed. It would do. Back at his Den, he laid the Seaweed down, just to see Soap shaking and sneezing. Sneezing was normal for seels, but shaking. Ghost thought about what he should do and decided to do something he did not even think about, since his family died: cuddel. He slowly swam to the little seal and just easely wraped himself around the him, wich immediately pressed himself against him. It was comforting, so comforting, he didnt even notice, that he himself fell asleep.

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Soap POV:

He oped his eyes, expecting to be alone, but instead he was cuddeld by something. No not something, someone it was Ghost, this shouldnt make him so happy but the orca mere was so warm and easly warped around him. He snuggled closer if that was even possible.

"Awake Johnny ?"

A deep Rumpel, wich went right through Soaps whole Body. The Orca was awake and lying in the smal „nest“, wich made Soap nearly whine.

"Here"

Ghost said while giving him Seaweed.

„Its all I could finde. Usually we get Fisch, but the Human, Gas, who usualy gives it to us, didn't come. Wich makes this situation just more suspicious "

"Thanks"

He says, taking the food and just inhaling it.

„Wow, chew your food, little Seal!“

Ghost said with a little chuckel in his voice

" sorry"

There where loud bangs, wich went through the whole Tank.

" What ?! What was that?"

" I have no Idea"

<-Preview Next->

[girl-lostconnection]

@nightunite Soap on Briefing duty when the rest of the team is out of commission

his lips are sealed

[guhbwuh]

more seal soap, but this time he brought a friend 💀

[gomzdrawfr]

Seal Force 141

based on this

[girl-lostconnection]

You know how dogs get put in air jail? He was put in ice jail. His mom is telling his team all about it thirty years later because she can

He has been imprisoned for impersonating a single grain of rice

[achemeanspain]

mactavish the seal, zookeeper? Ghost.

pt 1+2

[girl-lostconnection]

Harbour seal!Soap with Grey seal!Reader, send tweet.

Inspired by my dialogues with @nightunite about seal couple of Soap and Reader.

Seal!Soap who is elated to finally, finally have seal addition to the team. God knows he enjoys company of his squad mates and they are good lads, but sometimes he can’t help but yearn for someone who understands him on a different — primal level.

And here you come — strong and absolutely gorgeous, your grin wide enough to show short canines, tips of them peeking out from under your lips, Soap’s own grin so wide it’s inappropriate.

He knows you feel that too. The pull, the excitement, the basic creature in your head huffing happily when he smacks your shoulder a little harder than necessary.

Soap licks his lips when you tilt your head at him, your eyes shining and oh, this is going to be good.

Gaz raises an eyebrow silently, already planning to take his leave and let Johnny get properly acquainted with fellow seal hybrid when the mad bastard full on locks lips with you.

Soap’s hands cupping your face, eyes wide open (why the fuck his eyes are even this widely open, why would he stare in your eyes like a bloody lunatic??) and then he angles your head carefully to shift your jaw and get access to the soft wet insides of your mouth.

It’s not too deep, not too heated, but just enough to get to know each other properly.

Johnny knows that you could break his fucking jaw if you actually wanted, you are bigger than he is — probably stronger too.

But you don’t mind, readily accepting a chance to greet him properly, to feel him up as well.

Soap drinks in it, shudder running down his spine when your fingers slip under his T-shirt, stroking the line of his spine — his whole body melting into yours.

“Mate— come on, what the fuck? Let them go”, Kyle hisses, bird part of him enraged at Soap’s lack of proper courting or a basic fucking “can I kiss you”. Who even jumps in straight into the abyss like that?

If Johnny heard him (and the bastard definitely did, Kyle saw the way Soap curled himself around you, just pressing himself in harder) he prefers to ignore Kyle completely, giving all of his attention to you.

Soft, warm, welcoming you who stares right back in his eyes — laughter simmering on the edges of your irises, smile already crinkling the corners of you. Pretty fucking seal. God, this is just grand.

Best fucking day of his week.

Soap finally pulls away, licks his lips before grinning wider and pressing another short kiss to your wet lips, primal part of him sated and happy, human part of him vibrating with excitement.

He was accepted so well, you didn’t push him away — you like him too, you are happy too, you’d like him to “chat” with you again. You are a little far from home, but you definitely already tried out local waters - he can taste salt on the tip of your tongue.

“Baltics, eh?”, Johnny hums like Kyle should understand what the fuck does it even mean, but you happily nod and Gaz feels like wrapping himself around you as well. That’s probably the concussion speaking in him, he should get checked out pronto.

“Welcome to the Taskforce, sergeant”, Soap grins like a maniac and grips your shoulder, your fingers still stroking the line of his spine. Your fingers still under T-shirt of his. “Good to have you here.”

“Thank you, sergeant.”, you just smile back like nothing special happened, like it’s a regular occurrence for you to get kissed by someone you hardly know — your new teammate no less.

Kyle’s befuddlement written in letters so big Johnny actually takes pity on him and shrugs nonchalantly, his hand still on your shoulder, your hand still on his lower back, “Seal to seal communication. That’s how we talk.”

You just nod like it’s the most normal thing in the world, not even blinking when Gaz looks at you for confirmation because there is just no way. What do you mean, that’s how you talk?? What the fuck?

“I know it’s unconventional, I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself properly. It’s just been a little while since I met another seal”, you smile sheepishly, sharp points of your teeth peeking out from underneath your upper lip and Kyle has to force himself to swallow.

Pretty seal. Dangerous seal. Never before he wanted to switch spicies so badly.

“It’s alright. Glad to hear you feel…welcomed.”, Gaz musters up, mentally smacking the back of his head, bird part of him enraged that he is fumbling so badly, bird part of him already thinking about showing off.

Oh, this is bad.

Soap smiles wider and pulls you towards barracks, already chatting you up about your homeland and family and swimming and “we have proper waters not far, you up for a swim this weekend, bonnie?”.

Gaz rubs his face, quietly groaning in his palms before he turns to follow the two of you. God knows that’s concussion speaking, he should get checked out.

Because he is definitely (not) going to show off to his new teammate like some sort of pretentious wanker.

Bird part of him snaps in annoyance and Kyle sighs harder. He most certainly won’t.

Continuation

[solivagantingrebel]

does this to your seal!soap

I hope you are aware, as the first ask sent about one of my fics, you just made history here.

JDHSIDH LMAOOO,,, the stupid smile I had when I checked the notifications, priceless. Soap never gets a break, he just wanted to LAY DOWN and SLEEP and not wake up with a snow dick ART on his body 😭

On another note, that's Ghost's cock imprin— (gets shot even though the fic you're referencing is rated E and this blog is for 18+ and we are all adults here and-)

Apologize to him rn. He's looking at you like this,

(yes that is hurt in his eyes /j)

[solivagantingrebel]

ACTUALLY TRUE,,,

Seal noises please?

awawawawawawa.....

[ghoapfanfic]

The End

Soap woke up with a soreness through his whole body, not a bad one, this was a good one, a really good one. He remembered what happened last night, the heated kisses and the mating bite he now had on his neck. He looked at Simon, who wore a similar on his neck. It made him purr, and snuggled closer to his now mate

Mate 

He still could not really believe it he was matted and if they were lucky he would have pups, it made his heart jump.

"Good morning"

He heard a loud rumble behind him and felt a soft kiss on his Mohawk. He smiled 

"Good Morning"

He said back. Kissing Simon, who started to put one of his hands on his stomach. Johnny put his one on his

"You think it took" 

Johnny asked with hope in his voice 

" We will have to wait to find out, but if it didn't, we can always try again"

He said with a smirk, which Johnny returned with a smile.

They didn't need to try again, after Johnny shown since of pregnancy the swam up to ask Price and Laswell for a check-up and Johnny was indeed Pregnant, everybody congratulated them, Ghost was so happy, the only thing problematic was his overprotectiveness, didn't let anybody too close to Johnny anymore, normally Johnny would not mind he liked the attention, but it became problematic when it was time for the pups to come, he would not let anybody near Johnny not even Laswalls Wife who checked on Johnny the last Months and just wanted to see if Johnny needed help with the birth. But luckily Johnny did it, it was painful, he was scared, but he did it, he birthed two beautiful little seals with dark fur, and they father eyes. Johnny was exhausted but happy. His pups were perfect. And Ghost, he was in love, he was scared to go to the little babies, but once Johnny laid one of them in his arms he promised to kill everybody who dared to hurt his little pups. They were introduced to everybody the day after, Ghost was so proud of Johnny. And They lived the happily ever after.

<-Preview

[thekingofspin]

[rejected-reapermain]

Ghoap Selkie AU for College Finals done!

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Scene from a fic I started. Selkie Soap is stuck as a seal and has a lot to say to Price, who’s hunting for answers. He can easily scoot and hop around, but why do that when he can make Ghost carry him like a sack of potatoes? Gaz is the only amused one.