#soap

[accecakes]

Life is hard sometimes. So here's Soap on leave to heal his knee injury going thru minor inconveniences just cuz.

[not-delusional-at-all]

Soap says "honk honk" when he squeezes your titties

He can't help himself

[mina-org]

Girl you write yandere soooo well. Good job good job! Please requesting yandere Johnny who stalks and kidnaps. Reader dear is horrified but also relieved. Johnny is her whole world, and that’s all she needs to worry her little head about. He’s taking care of everything. It’s a blessing.

Is this Stockholm’s? 🤣

Hope you enjoy <3! Tw for implied depression and brief mention of wanting to die, and kidnapping

part two here

A rough cradle wakes you up, the tires hitting every manhole, crack and drain. A dull ache and sore wrists begin to throb as you get your bearings. Zip ties limit any movement but there’s no tape, no gag. The trees looming over you and the little glimpses you see into the sky reveal golden stars twinkling and occasionally the glowing, seemingly pearl moon.

You could scream, even if there’s no one around to hear it.

You think about it, your lips feel dry and almost cracked, sore. Everything feels so sore. Like a knife twisting endlessly. But just as you’re about to whoever’s behind the wheel senses it.

“Nearly home hen,” his head peeks past the head rest, his bright blue eyes with dark currents swirling within them. “nearly home, don’t start yelling now aye?”

That’s enough to make your voice die in your own throat. He seems strangely familiar.

Where from?

Blue eyes

Irish

No, no Scottish. Yeah Scottish. Mohawk, blue eyes, scottish.

The gym

The gym guy, you cringe inwardly remembering the interactions, he had asked you a few times while his friends lingered in the background, snickers and knowing looks.

It was awful. It felt like you were at secondary school again, where your biggest sin was thinking you were loveable. You hated the feeling, he was so cute and his friends were gawking at you, like some type of zoo animal, he gawked at you. You hated it, how the warmth rushed up and how you couldn’t talk to him and how you were too afraid to go back to the gym. No matter what time you went he was always there.

Soon enough the car stills, pulling up to the side of you feel the tire collided with the pavement. A sudden click, he’s locking the door? Or unlocking it?

You hear the door slam and he steps out.

He’s leaves.

He’s gonna leave you here? Why?

Your mind races with possibilities. What is he leave you here to freeze over night? Or to starve? Or what if he sets the car on fire? The smell of burnt tires already singes your nose and you wonder what will kill you first: the smoke slowly smothering you or the flames eating up your body, devouring you whole, turning you to ash.

What would it feel like? Hell. Only now do you notice how dry your throat is, how raspy your breathes are, it sounds as though you’ve been smoking a pack a day for 20 years.

You’re soon pulled from your firery day dream as the passenger is pulled open. It’s him. You can only look up at him, you’d only topple over if you tried to move so you can only shift your head to look at him. His smile was always there, though now it’s more of a ghost, paling in comparison to the one he normally wore which included teeth and was strangely more predatory than the one he put on to kidnap someone.

He mutters to himself as he fixes your position, sitting you up and checking over you.

“Alright hen? I gave ya’ enough to keep ya sleeping til’ we got tae our new place.” His hands are fixed on your chin as he stares into your eyes. “Yer goeing tae love it, bloody love it. I went on yer Pinterest and found even better.”

“Up in Orkney, five hours tae go hen, yer be alright.” Johnny didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this. You looked like a doll, so still with perfect pouty lips.

Soon enough he’s taking a swig of water and pressing his lips against yours, a quick tug to your gets your mouth open and he’s transferring the water into your mouth, a little water escapes trickling down to your neck but johnny is quick to lick it up, his tongue dragging across your skin, up to the corner of your lip.

You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks as his gaze beats down on you, it feels like the sun beaming down on you, you want so badly to look away but he’s still got a hold of your chin, and so, so close, like he’s blocking you from the rest of the world.

“Yer looking parched hen, can have my pretty wee thing dehydrated, im here to look after my girl.” His voice is gentle. “it’s goeing take a little bit, but yer love it, yer love me soon enough.”

“I was seeing how miserable you was, every morning you stared into that coffee mug like you was wanting it tae kill ya.”

“cannae watch it anymore, and you weren’t giving me the opportunity to help so I had to do it hen.” He shrugs, he’s glad your not shouting but the silence is a wee bit unnerving, what he gave you wasn’t laced or anything, it was quite literally military grade, he knew why you woke up so soon, he’d had given less there was a few ferrys on the way and it would’ve been shits creak if that’s when you had woken up and had a screaming fit.

But your perfect and deep down he knew that, knew that you felt the same pull he did. He was always there and you could probably sense it, that your very own guardian angel lingered just out the window or was always watching through cameras. He couldn’t wait until he got to spend a real morning with you, not watching from afar, even if you tried fight it just meant he could pull into his lap and feed you! Johnny loved taking care of you and watching you? You practically flooded the gym with a sense of broken bird and a sad face which just screamed helped me and he couldn’t ignore the vibe he just wanted to help a pretty bird out and you rejected whenever he was a very respectful man about it so kidnapper mode it is. He just felt this insurmountable ache radiating from you and he just couldn’t ignore it.

First he just wanted a smile from you, to see you laugh would have been been enough but no, you avoided him like he was a plague, he wouldn’t bite, unless that’s something you’re into?

So he starts thinking how can he make a sad girl smile, he tried to find you on social media but it was a bust, no insta or twitter, not even an old facebook account you can’t get into to delete. So he’s left with no choice

He’s got to get into your phone.

Now he could abuse his connections via laswell but her and her wife are busy doing a vowel renewal so he’s forced to grab the lock picking set he got as a joke pre-military (he’d be a brilliant thief, he just knows it.) and do the job himself.

He watches as your night routine or where a routine should be, you come home from work, do more work and skip dinner entirely because making dinner or warming something up means washing up and the pile of dishes is just too daunting for you to face right now.

So johnny does it for you, of course that means he had to slip you a little melatonin but it’s all good, you’ll understand. You’ll wake up rested and see the dishes down and make breakfast and go to work energised and then the gym and you’ll get home and make dinner and be happy!

He’d be happy to wash every dish for the rest of time if it helped you. He wished he could have seen your face, the sight of relief taking over your features, in the future he could imagine himself wrapping around you and sending you back to bed while he makes you a piece or a fry up or avocado on toast, anything to make you happy.

he failed to realise that you wrote it off this time, thought you did it and it just was swept away with other memories of mindless tasks. But you knew.

it haunted your psyche, now you worried what hide around every corner, you avoided going shopping, having to go after work and competing dwindling sunlight to walk to the shop and walk back with a phantom dish washer lingering in your unconscious, ready to pop out, hidden behind the stacked fruit or down an alley on the walk home. Anyway you were afraid and paranoid. What were you going to do? You had mentioned it and your dad had laughed in your face, claiming it had been the dish fairy.

Maybe if you had noticed how you were a few panties short,or that your phone had be combed through and passwords had been collected, or maybe even the cameras that were hidden around your flat.

maybe if you had noticed you wouldn’t be drinking water baby bird style, it’s best not to linger on what ifs, Johnnys sure to take your mind off of it.

You had been lost in your own mind but a pinch from johnny brings you back at him, his big hands planted on your thigh, he’s soon starts dragging his hands up and down, trying to comfort you and making sure the pinch wasn’t too hard. Johnny had always had trouble to control his strength, often putting glasses down too hard and seeing them shatter, you wouldn’t suffer the same way, he’d be gentle.

“Yer goeing to let me look after ya hen?” His voice is coaxing as he observes you slowing coming out your shell, you give him a little nod but it’s not enough, Johnny’s gentle but he’s no push over.

“Use yer words hen, been through your A03, so I know you can do it.” His humours have returned as he goads you, voice dripping with teasing, “tell me ya want it. You wanna come home with me.”

“I want to go with you.” Your voice quiet and unsure, that doesn’t bother johnny though, by the time you’re on the first ferry you’ll be as happy as a pig in shit by his side, he can’t wait until the timidness unravels in front of him, he’s taken some notes from the a03 account and is eager to try them but johnny assume that’s coming on a little too strong ( the kidnapping isn’t?)

He doesn’t fail to notice how you flinch as he pulls out the knife from his pocket, unsheathing it and cutting through the zip ties, and guiding you to the passenger seat and letting you play dj.

Now he’s just gotta decide whether you’d want one of those fancy proposals or just to slip his ring on ya while you’re sleeping.

[machveil]

proper shooed away is wild

he should come back hand in hand with Ghost, fat pout on his lip like, “Got ‘im… [sad, wet eyes]”

Sex pollen au something something Soap comes strutting in ready to take care of horny writhing you only to be sent out “no bring me ghost. Not Lieutenant Riley. I need Ghost” and he gave a small “but why not me??” He’s whining. “Need to be fucked hard and mean MacTavish. I Need Ghost. Not you”

He’s leaving with his tail between his legs pouting bc this was his one chance and he was proper shooed away

[miamaimania]

Encased in resin, 840 bars of soap stand frozen in time 🧖‍♀️꩜

[danibee33]

[callsignpxnguin]

no idea if you take requests, but i saw your hybrid tf141 post from a while back and i was wondering if you’d please make a part two? not trying to demand haha but i really enjoyed it and would loveeee to see more :)

That’s such an old post omg haha I had no idea people still saw it — but the fact that you did and liked it enough to ask for more made me really happy. As such, please consider your wish as my command (with a little twist of some changed hybrids)…

Hybrid!Task Force 141, part 2

Dragon hybrid Price who treated you like part of his hoard and often took you under his wing to comfort himself, literally. It was more often than not that you had the giant limb tucked around you gently but possessively, your hands ghosting over the fibres that held it together affectionately. He got ecstatic when you asked to fly on him and you two would often go on long, late-night flights full of deep conversations and affectionate whispers. Though the best part about it was, by far, that you never had to buy lighters or matches ever again. Price’s breath did more than a better job of setting things aflame.

Wraith hybrid Ghost who will appear next to you at random intervals and in varying states. Sometimes he's completely normal and just stands in silence, but when he's been exerting himself and using his powers too much, he'll fall to his knees panting, dark lines of shadows tracing the veins in his neck. You were constantly fretting that he'd kill himself one day, and so you'd immediately panic and comfort him in any way you knew how to, immediately calling for help. Ghost would be lying if he said he never did it on purpose sometimes, just for your reaction.

Harpy hybrid Gaz who's obsessed with you preening him. The first time you complained about his loose feathers and began to pluck them out, he knew you didn't understand what the implications were of the action for harpies, but he wasn’t about to tell you and scare you off when it felt so good and he wasn’t soft for you anyway. Similar to Price, he’d let you ride on him, but his flights were often much more daring and he showed off all the tricks he could pull with no small amount of pride at your awe. His favourite thing was to make you scream in exhilaration, and if you didn't pass out at least once during a flight from pure adrenaline, he didn’t consider it complete.

Werewolf Soap who couldn’t be around anyone but you during the full moon. As a werewolf, he didn’t actually have control over his wolf form when the transformation occurred, and as such he had been terrified his whole life that he may harm someone he loved if he was ever around them. When you unwittingly found him growling, furry, and tied to the bed in his room one night when he forgot to lock the door, though, you both discovered that he knew you so well that even his canine form warmed to you. The moment you got close enough he was nuzzling and licking your neck, and curled his huge body around you like you were a treasure he vowed to protect.

[baty2004]

Ghost found a kid alone on a mission pt3 !

But it’s Soap babysitting them currently :)

They couldn’t find any info about the kid so they are staying at the base currently, which means a lot of shenanigans with the boys :)

[gloomwitchwrites]

*Incoming text sound*

What do you want for dinner?

Soap: starts texting something naughty

*Incoming text sound*

…and don’t say me.

Soap: frantically starts hitting backspace

[seeliemansi]

141 When you decided to pay for the First Date

Price was quiet but his eyes were intently on you as you raised your hand and asked the waiter for the bill. He huffed, but it sounded more like a mocking laugh, as he watched you continue the conversation as if you didn't just do something repulsive in front of him. He was quiet as he replied, "Hmmm." in everything you share afterwards. And you now realize that something shifted and you can almost taste his disappointment. The man is old school and he would never allow a lady he liked to pay for the bill, especially, since he was the one who invited you out. When the bill came, he casually snatched it, and placed it on the table. The waiter was surprised, but sensing the brewing tension, he left in a hurry. You gulped as you watched the storm clouding behind his eyes. You were used to paying for first dates and didn't even think that he will get mad if you do so. First dates are always no string attached meet-up, or at least that's how you know it.

"When you're on a date, and the man asks or lets you pay, that's not a man you should be going out with. You hear?" He gruffed.

You nodded and responded thoughtlessly with, "Yes, sir."

He smirked at that, and your face heat up in shame.

Gaz will have this weird smile as he drinks his water, and watches you try to place your card to pay for the bill. But before you can even give it to the waiter, he would stop you, and hold your hand firmly, while he asks the waiter to leave you two for a moment.

"Did you not enjoy your time with me?" He asked. Still, with that same odd smile. You can feel anger and disappointment emitting from him but you are not sure because he is smiling politely in front of you.

"I do. I just-" But before you can even explain yourself, he would grab your card, place it atop your hand, as he pulls out cash to pay for the meal.

If you try to say anything or protest or just try to explain yourself, he would grab both of your cheeks and kiss you deeply to shut you up.

Soap will instantly be livid. He will drop some cash on your table and drag you out of the place before you can utter any word of protest. You don't even understand what's going on, as you find your back on the wall, and Johnny looming over you. He is seething, pissed.

"Y' trynae get rid of me, boonie? I theght you liek me?" His face is mere inches from you. The distance is uncomfortable as he brushes his chest against you.

"Of course, I do. What is going on? Johnny?!" You gasped as he suddenly sat down in front of you, raised the hem of your skirt and bit the inside of your thigh.

"Gewd. Because if ye want to pay so bad then I will pay ye by eating y' out? Sounds bou't right? Yeh?'" Before you can say anything, he is already grabbing your panty to the side, humming in satisfaction as he sees your naked pussy.

Ghost will not say anything at all. He will watch you grab your card, pay, and thank the waiter as you both stand up and leave the place. When you both are out of everyone's sight, he will grab you by the back of your neck, put his mouth on your ear and whisper.

"The next time you do that, I'll fuck you in front of everyone and make sure to pay you in kind. Hmmm?"

[mina-org]

Yandere Johnny was amazing. Please… more… 🫠🫠🫠🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

What happens at the cabin and great job finding such a remote crazy location for them?! Shivers.

Brain rot aside, it was amazing how well you fleshed out Reader! The backstory and motivations make sense.

♥️

I hope you enjoy <3!! ill be real I struggle to write Johnny because of his dialect I guess? but im working on it and im learning Scots (the language) with my niece so hopefully ill get better but if anyone has any tips let me know

part one here

“come on hen, let’s get ya home.” His words are washed away by the salty air, you’re lost to dreams, he can wait for you to see it, its picturesque, waves crashing over rocks, views of the impetuous sea, occasional seal spotting. He’s sure you’ll love it.

His arm hook underneath you as he pulls your unconscious form into his own, cradling you in his arms like he was always supposed to, the way you nestle your face into his chest just solidifies that you’re his. You know it, your body craves him just as he craves you.

Soon enough he passes the threshold and arrives at your new bedroom, it’s bare, the whole house is a little bare but johnny wanted you to feel comfortable too, he wanted it to be the home of dreams but that took time and the two of you so he had to wait until you were here.

He did, thankfully get the plushest duvet and pillows, he breathes a sigh of relief as he watches you burrow into comfort like a like a little rabbit, his eyes stay trained on you and he can’t help that his smirk widens, lingering in the room like a fox waiting to strike. 

The sent of burning floods your nose as you wake, the soft putter of rain serves as you hear an agitated huff from the kitchen.

You go to see what is going on, you peek past the door and your greeted by a sight that brings the blood to your cheeks and twirls your insides, gym guy, you’ll have to ask for his name, maybe he already told you it and it slipped your mind, you hope he doesn’t take it wrong, you feel your body cringe as you practice how you’ll ask him.

He stands in a white wife beater which accentuates every muscle on his torso and it’s too small, revealing tantalising valleys to below his sweatpants which leave answers for questions you didn’t know you had, like is he big? and where is it? 

You nearly miss the burnt pant he holds, trying to scrap up any remnants of food with a silicone spatula which is just not working out well.

“Sorry hen, nae good in the kitchen but I’m working on it. Cereal alright?”

 “Cereals good”

I know I should’ve asked sooner but what’s your name?

He playfully brings his hand up to his chest and clenches down, the fabric gathers, hiking up and revealing more of his abdomen

“Yer mean ya don’t me name? Yer weans are gonna wear it.” He regrets the comment as soon as it leaves his lip, he doesn’t want you to be scared, mentioning you birthing his kids might be a little too soon but if you were gonna freak out it would have been in the car, right? What if you’re just playing a long game? As the thoughts fly through his head he maintains eye contact, never looking away. It’s only when your voice calls out to him he’s able to pull out his own head and realises he might have been a little, tiny bit unsettling.

“I’m sorry, I just, um forgot and I know that’s not nice but it wasn’t on purpose” a voice so soft, so anxious, sometimes johnny just wanted to lean forward and lick you. He was sure you’d taste like strawberry sherbet, he longed for the gentle fizz on his tongue. 

Johnny almost wanted to giggle, you were apologising to him? After the whole stalking and kidnap you thing? Well you didn’t know about the stalking thing yet and he wasn’t going to tell you, that’s all water under the bridge.

“It’s johnny, hen, can you say it for me?” Suddenly the predator like grin returns and the teasing drips from his voice.

“Johnny,” you repeat softly, tasting it on your tongue, johnny doesn’t miss how your eyes always find their way back to his biceps. 

“What do you like do for work?” You ask quickly, eager to push past the name situation, afraid he’ll . 

“Used to be military but a nasty knock tae me head sent me home, but I didnae really have a home to go to i was just with me mates for a bit.” Johnny can’t help the way his face falls, for as long as he can remember he’s been labelled as disrupted and destructive, his parents had never known quite how to handle and ended up treating him like a dog. This theme of being too much followed him into adult hood where he scared away every lassie who gave him a chance and found he had a handful of friends that only interested in good times and lacked a deeper attachment. Every perceived rejection was another stab, and the knife never stopped twisting, just sinking in further and further. 

“till I found ya ‘nd told ‘em i was off.” He laughs, “promised to invite ‘em to the wedding but we can elope, I know yer a shy wee bird.” 

You tilt your head, looking up at him, trying to stifle a laugh, not wanting to encourage him.

“Do they know that you’re like a kidnapper?” It’s supposed to be playful but johnny misses the tone, he’s your soulmate, not kidnapper. Or that’s how he sees it.

“Done much worse hen,” his voice is different, a subtle warning, that little comment almost felt like you wanted to leave him. Johnny knows what he is, you don’t. “‘nd they know yer safe. No where’s safer than right here.” His hand plants itself on your shoulder, nails begin to bulldozer through tender skin. 

“I’m sorry.” It comes out like a mouse’s squeak.

Johnny has to pull himself away. 

He knows he’s wrong and even if you were mad you had a right to be, but it stings like and old wounds are ripped open.  

“What cereal are yer wantin’?” He asks rummaging through the cupboards and your voice answers him softly, you stare out the window, beginning to question the man before you a little more, maybe you should have jumped ship on the ferry.

[083421]

does anyone know a cod fic its like the 141 are in the mafia i think and readers like a mailman who gives them post cards and stuff not knowing they are from the enemy and the 141 get suspicious because they think the reader knows what they are doing but they don't.

[abusivegymrat]

secretary reader mini series masterlist𐙚~

Kyle x secretary reader (mission: Kyle Garrick) pt1

Simon x secretary reader (mission: Simon Riley)

Johnny x secretary reader (mission: Johnny MacTavish)

John x secretary reader (final boss: Captain)

[not-delusional-at-all]

The first thing each member of TF141 does when they get home from a mission;

Price: He immediately greets you and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He'll sit in his recliner in the living room and sit with you in silence or listen to you talk about everything he missed while he was gone.

Ghost: He'll give you a quick kiss and throw himself into the bed. He's dying for a full night's rest and will be more attentive to you as soon as he's fully rested.

Gaz: He greets you and takes a shower so he can smell good for you. He doesn't like it when you smell military on him (i.e sweat, blood, dirt, exhaust from the engines of military vehicles).

Soap: Immediately takes you to the bedroom so he can hold you. It's the one thing he's been looking forward to everyday since he's been gone and he's not gonna wait a second more to do so.

[readgoods]

All I can see is sweet bakery owner y/n serving Soap one day and he jokes about helping her out with deliveries. Cut to Soap retiring a year later to help his new wife deliver cakes and cookies. Man is covered in sweat and flour and his apron is hanging for dear life I just-

Do you mean Soap being chubby or just disheveled due to being overwhelmed? I’m trying to see the vision :)

My mental image is basically Fukuo from Kiki’s delivery service but he also does delivery so wifey can stay home.