#soap

[soapcloth]

Soap, absolutely piss drunk outside of your apartment and belting out a personal concert for you and your neighbours after you ghosted him. Trying sooo hard (and failing miserably) to remember the lyrics to the song you had listed as your favourite on your dating profile. The song choice only gets sappier after that with no signs of stopping until you open the door.

[writersdrug]

Tweedledee and Tweedledum but make them hot beefcakes with psychopathic tendencies

soap dropping you off at your place after your first date, pointing out the weird guy very poorly hiding in the alleyway next to your building

it freaks you out to the point where you ask johnny to stay the night, your nerves running you ragged because what if this guy tries to break in after johnny leaves? it’s only natural that he calms you down with soft kisses and gentle sex

simon only leaves his place in the alley after he gets a text from johnny, a photo of your head on his chest, fast asleep and his fingers running through your hair

a few seconds later another picture comes through, a pair of frilly panties with a damp crotch

‘a bonus for your hard work :)’

[tobeholyistobeempty]

obsessed with the idea of soap being the long term guy friend of yours that you swear you’d never hookup with because he’s just not your type and you really just don’t see him like that - until you suddenly go through a nasty breakup and find yourself under him being absolutely worshipped and overstimmed and fucking devoured from every possible angle. soap would happily play the long game and god would he ever play it well.

[gothghostiie]

after what feels like years of waiting, finally have it: cod visuals pt 4

🌽 link masterlist

cw: 🌽 links, fingering, manhandling, piss, thigh fucking, roleplay mention, public\outside, bondage, anal, feet

{ again, looks of the people in the vids have nothing to do with how I see the characters or readers, most vids are straight porn unless said otherwise, ignore captions on the vids; all links are twt}

♡ the stranger who offered to take you home from the bar sure didn't disappoint

♡ training your poor little asshole

♡ letting Si walk you home from the club is something he loves doing, no doubt, but why not help him out a little too when there's no toilet around?

♡ john doesn't always have time for you, but when he does he makes sure you won't forget the way his fingers feel in your pussy for a while

♡ going on a walk with john is supposed to be a romantic little date, but how can he hold back when you're looking that pretty?

♡ lazy mornings

♡ teasing johnny and telling him he can't fuck your holes, so he takes the closest thing he can get

♡ mutually touching each other >>> mutual masturbation

♡ johnny being so deep into his video games that you need to put drastic measures into action to get his attention

♡ Gaz loves every part of you and he makes sure you know it when he fucks you

♡ Date nights with Kyle always end like this

♡ Taking you on vacations all around the world so he can fuck you on every continent

[altyem]

Let's imagine Soap has curly hair...

Simon loves it

[same-pic-rick-roll]

:3

That kitty has enough hatred to unalive cities.

[gloomwitchwrites]

I’m obsessed with everything you post. 141 with a reader who’s social skills aren’t the best and sometimes they end up oversharing

Thank you!! I can absolutely drop a few little hcs about each of them!

written w/ gn!reader

John Price

Loves being with you because he can’t stand long periods of silence.

The sound of your voice is soothing to him, and he’d rather listen to you chat him up about anything and everything instead of living in his head.

Never mocks you or acts annoyed when you overshare.

If anyone makes an unpleasant comment about you, John is quick to shut them down.

Understands that sometimes you overshare due to not picking up on social cues and situations. He’s good about diverting the conversation subtly so you don’t stress about what you say later.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Because you don’t always notice when you’re oversharing, the two of you have figured out a nonverbal signal. Kyle might put his hand on your shoulder when you’re talking if you’re going off on a tangent.

This isn’t to put you down or make you feel like shit, but to help you realize when you’re oversharing, especially with strangers.

Doesn’t care that you overshare with him or with people close to him, and will absolutely judge those people if they find it annoying or put you down.

Gives you lots of reassurance and affirmations when you feel like you’ve gone too far and are negatively reflecting.

John “Soap” MacTavish

When he first meets you, he’s a little startled by how much you share with him.

But he’s not turned off by it. He finds it cute, and then, attractive. Everyone else walks through a conversation without actually saying anything.

Absolutely ignores everyone else in the room just to keep talking to you.

Loves that you’re a yapper because he’s a yapper.

Only shuts you up with lots of kisses that make you laugh.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Won’t interrupt because he loves hearing you talk his ear off.

Likes how you feel vulnerable and safe enough with him to overshare.

“I’m sorry. I talk to much”

“All good, dove. Love hearing your voice.”

Subtle asks questions between pauses just so you’ll keep talking.

Enjoys when you’re oversharing about a particular hobby or hyperfixation.

main masterlist

[v1x3n]

⎯⎯ JOHNNY MACTAVISH MASTERLIST...

━ quiet times ◞ johnny had brought you to the bathroom at prices house, in hope for some relief you two go at it whilst trying to be quiet.

━ phone sex ◞ Johnny had been sent off on a mission, for around a month. A whole month without your big strong boyfriend. You were frustrated out of your mind. Constantly wanting him to fuck you silly, ugh it was a shame. It was torture, and of course Johnny had said you weren't allowed to touch yourself. Actual twat. A whole month with no pleasure? Did he really think you were going to listen? 

━ sweet petty revenge ◞ your boyfriend had left you so johnny had decided to show him what he is missing out on.

━ the loner ◞ you are the new kid and johnny, a popular boy in your school, had took a liking too you.

━ a best friend to reply on ◞ you ran to your best friend, johnny, for comfort when your stupid boyfriend cheated on you.

━ two regrets ◞ you had started having a regular thing with a married man, big mistake when your thoughts set in after realising how sweet his wife and daughter are.

━ good boy ◞ you edge johnny mctavish!!

━ thin walls ◞ your perv neighbour wouldn't touch you up on purpose would he? hes a sweet soul! even when hes listening to your whines through the walls and wanking to you!

━ seriously? friends? ◞ he simply couldnt be just your friend! its your fault really, the slutty clothes you where and the way you are so effortlessly pretty, so its not his fault when he fucks you into submission!

━ "have you seen my- oh!" ◞ you wanted your nice panties for a date but you cannot find them when they're wrapped around your roomates cock :(

[druap]

sunhine <3

[mintfullyyours]

gosh someone give this to me. I will love you forever

Soap is the last person anyone would expect to want a wife as desperately as he does but oh. Does that boy think about marriage more than anything else.

[cowboyshadows]

Soap having a big fat crush on his married professor. (There’s no infidelity in this.)

Soap fucked up. Big time. He sits in Price’s office like a puppy who got caught breaking the vase.

He hasn’t messed up this monumentally since he was a rookie. The bastard rigged C4 too close to a flock of sheep. Thought it’d be cool, didn’t he?

Sent the whole lot of them flying. Accidentally caused a wool-based apocalypse.

He’s also never seen Price this upset. His mouth is hidden in the foliage of his beard. His eyes are down turned. His hands flex around his lighter and cigar.

Soap slinks back in his seat, exhaling loudly.

“You need a refresher,” Price says, quietly. Like he’s dropped a bomb. Ironic.

“Wha’?”

“Yer goin’ back to school, MacTavish.”

And that was that. Made him take a satchel with a spiral bound notebook and a pen, the old man. Highlighters and sticky notes. Like he’s actually gonna stand to gain anything from this shite.

Drags his feet begrudgingly to the lecture hall his class is in. Molecular Dynamics of High-Explosive Compounds. He wishes someone would have placed a C4 too close to him, right about now.

Picks a seat right at the back. He’d have expected it to be less available than it actually is, but most of the students occupy the first four rows of benches. Crosses his arms, draws his hat low: he’s ready to hate every second of this. Some old man with a greying bear and shiny head is gonna come in and tell him about bombs he’s never used. What a fuckin’ waste o—

“Sorry I’m late,” you rattle off, walking into the class room. He leans forward to get a better look at you. You’re wearing jeans and a t-shirt that says Hotter than a Combustion Reaction. Thick-rimmed glasses perched atop your head, hair whipped back into a tidy updo. “Had to stop my husband from lighting the stove with a cigar again.”

What the fuck?

“Anyway,” you say, clapping your hands. “Welcome to explosions 101. Alternatively,” your mouth curls in a coy smile, “Why We Don’t Freehand C4 Ratios.” It feels pointed. Unnecessary. He pulls the hat lower on his face.

You chuckle then, along with the class. “We have a very special guest in our midst today, that’s right. A demolitions expert from the SAS, actually.” You look around the class. “Sergeant MacTavish? I promise not to ridicule you.” Another laugh.

He raises his hand cautiously, and all the students turn to look at him. Your face softens in a familiar grin. “We’re glad to have ya, sergeant.”

He feels the blood rush beneath his cheeks.

So, in theory, does he have a crush on his professor? No. No, he doesn’t. This is a stupid punishment Price gave him, and all he has to do is soldier through it. Like a soldier.

But in practice… yeah. Around you, his heart has a velocity to rival an explosive’s detonation velocity.

He’s never gone this all out for school before. He almost understands why all those sleazy college boys swarm you at the end of the lecture, not even letting him slip a glance in edgewise.

He makes notes, diagrams, solves homework religiously. Does your golden problems for the heck of it, just because he wants to hear you say his name and praise him. Asks you questions not because he has a doubt, but because he wants to hear you talk.

He spends most of his afternoons in your office now, your legs resting on your desk as you review his calculations.

Drinking out of your mug that says World’s Okayest Wife. Some ungrateful bastard, your husband is. “My boss has the same mug,” he says, to which you smile.

He might be in love with you.

Price knows, obviously.

“Enjoyin’ the lessons, Johnny?”

“Tha’s classified.”

It’s been a particularly exciting lesson about thermite. He wrote down in his little notebook all the questions he wants to ask you. Right next to the hearts surrounding Mrs. Professor MacTavish.

He waits outside your office for you to finish your lunch, diligently like a lap dog.

Then, out of nowhere, Price shows up.

“Afternoon, Sergeant,” he nods, taking his hat off.

“Ye don’ ‘ave tae pick me up,” he grumbles, “ah’m a grown man.”

He just snorts in response. Whatever that’s about. Price’s hand darts to the doorknob of your office.

“Wait, she doesnae like tae be dist—”

Too late. They’re in the office. Correction: Price is in the office. And he’s beckoning Johnny in like he owns the damn place.

“John!” you chirp, getting out of your seat. You didn’t even get out of your seat for Soap.

“Professor, I trust Johnny’s been a good boy?”

You smile at Soap and he feels his ears turn red. “Only the best.”

“I’m glad,” Price smiles, hand resting on your shoulder. Soap damn near jumps out of his skin.

“Cap, ain’t ya married?” comes perhaps a little too loudly.

Your eyes shoot wider at that, and he feels a strange sense of victory. Threat neutralised.

Silence. Then a beat. Price starts cackling. Bends over with it. “This daft thing.” Leans over and kisses you full on the lips.

Soap sighs. “Cannae let me ‘ave one good thing, Cap.”

[i-give-u--art]

YIPEEEEEE

I participated in the Ghoap drabble exchange!! this is my first time doing sum like this (I’m sorry if it’s shit 😭) I am exchanging with is @im-notbean :3

the prompt I received was: “Simon finding out Soap us actually alive, in some weird way when looking through files to organize. He see's a good stack of off-the-books missions that have Soap's callsign. He confronts Laswell/Price and one of them tells him that Soap was alive.”

this was a hell of a lot harder than I anticipated (first draft was like 200 words over the 100 word limit 🦐)

Enjoy!!

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Soap

His chest was tight, air slipping between his dried, cracked lips.

The name glowed on the page, each letter made of red hot iron.

The same letters that were tattooed into his skin, carved into his heart.

The name of a dead man.

Why the hell was a dead man’s callsign in an off the book mission report.

Simon’s stomach hurt, but not from the unhealthy amount of alcohol he had been consuming.

Rage that was burning him out.

He grabbed it, the fragile thing crumpling.

He made his way to Price's office.

He took one look.

Price knew.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I may post a longer version on ao3 but idk :/

[ridiculouslyobsessed]

Look at this nice soap he's mad that someone stole his c4

Commission for @forsaire !

[bmtillerbabe]

Nobody :

Soap :

[littlebit-of-art]

Johnny in a crop top and teeny tiny shorts 🤭