#soap is a dog

[bluegiragi]

government assigned animal ears

[majinbangus]

You've always wanted a dog. It doesn't matter what kind, you'd be happy with any, but no matter how much discussion, Soap never budges, holding the exact opposite opinion about dogs. Which you understand given his experiences with them, but it's still a little disappointing.

Until he compromises one day under the condition he gets to choose the dog. Specifically a guard dog, in his words. One he's known and worked with multiple times. One he trusts to take care of his sweet lass. One that will protect.

You get so excited, you buy the collar and everything, eagerly waiting the day Soap is coming home with the dog... only to be confused when Ghost walks in behind him, no dog in sight.

"Uh, hi, Simon?" You peek around the man. Perhaps the dog is hidden behind the man's massive frame. It's not. "Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?" You shoot Soap a confused look. "And where's the dog you promised me?"

Soap chuckles at your confusion. "He's right here, sweetheart." He pats Ghost's shoulder, and the man takes one big step closer to you, closing the gap within that single stride. The shadow he casts somehow makes him look larger. "You said you'd be happy with anything, and I got you the best one! Ghost'll do anything you say—sit, stay, attack—you'll love him!"

You're not quite convinced. Can't lie and say you're not a little disappointed, but all thoughts of dissatisfaction are briefly forgotten when Ghost reaches down to grab your wrist, the one loosely holding the leather dog collar in hand, and undoes the buckle for you. He then guides your limp hands to slip it around his neck, adjusting it perfectly before letting your hands drop. When he pulls away, a shiver runs through you at the hungry gleam in his eyes, smirk evident in his voice.

"Woof."

You gulp. Maybe Soap is right. Maybe you will love him.

[writingfromasgard]

"She was perfect. The only thing going for me." Simon mumbled, alcohol blazing through his veins as he leaned on Soap.

"She didnae break up wit' ya, mate. She needed tae go feed her dog." Soap snorted.

"I can still smell her perfume, Jawnny." Simon sniffled.

[wombywoo]

glasgow date 🧡

[reds-skull]

Soap "dog-coded" MacTavish my beloved

(This took 5 weeks help)

[mizushibart]

suits.

[thebookbutterfly]

Tell me Simon Riley isn’t the kind of man to swear up and down that he doesn’t want a dog only for him to get immediately attached.

Nine times out of ten if you’re looking for where the puppy is, you’ll find him curled up next to Simon on the couch. The same couch Simon was insistent he didn’t want dog fur all over 2 weeks ago.

And if he wasn’t curled up next to Simon, chances are he was sleeping on top of him during Simon’s afternoon nap. Both of them snoring, as if the pup was copying him.

When Ghost comes home from deployment you’re no longer top of the greeting list. Your reunion kiss was now firmly relegated to after he had dealt with the overexcited, wiggly bundle of fur.

Nobody can change my mind about this.

[shotmrmiller]

kyle asking price and johnny what's up with simon having his earbuds in and phone in hand the moment they touch foot on base because before last week, he hadn't even known simon had a phone.

how did you think he got in contact with people?

i just figured he didn't.

anyway, price just shrugs and says, "gotta new girl or somethin'." johnny nods absently, lips twisted in thought.

"somethin' like tha'."

sure enough, come dinner time he can hear a higher pitched voice carrying a sense of urgency or excitement, he can't make out which it is, words coming out in a rapid fire manner.

accent is distinct too, colloquialism that hints at a different region or even country, peppered with slang he's only ever read online.

curious but it's nice to know someone's come to get to know the big man past his rough (and he means bloody rough) exterior.

he quickly tunes it out after, of course, not wanting to intrude on personal matters. but then it's a rare moment when simon's without them.

kyle manages to get snippets then.

(hey, love, just making some dinner; your favorite, actually. shrimp pasta alfredo.)

price taps him on the shoulder and he turns away, snapping back to reality. in the back of his mind, he vaguely remembers simon having an aversion to seafood.

he must be remembering wrong.

in the debrief room while they wait for price, he catches another.

(actually just finished unpacking the last of my stuff. you were a real help with this, i would've hated having to pay for movers.)

kyle recalls seeing simon haunting the hallway as per usual. he must've taken a time off.

on the way to the local strip club. why simon's there at all is a choice but his relationship with you is none of his business.

(yeah, uhm, i'm home and i checked the windows and bathroom like you taught me too. i still can't shake that feeling, yknow? i don't mean to worry you.)

since simon isn't talking to them about it, he must be getting rid of that issue soon. good on him. at least one of them gets to go back to a warm home and a soft pair of thighs.

(kyle doesn't question the other male voice in the call. nor does he question why simon isn't saying a word during it. simon's relationship with you is none of his business. he just hopes he'll get an invitation to the wedding.)

[lushrue]

something something johnny being a giant showoff (nsfw, 18+)

will come home all sweaty from the gym, the length of his mohawk stuck to his forehead. he doesn’t hit the showers first, though. no, he comes straight to you and shoves his fat fucking bicep in your face. “hit a new PR today, bonnie. like wha’ ya see?”

tells you all about the shit he blows up on missions. he doesn’t really care if it’s all super classified and everything, he wants you to know just how impressive your man is. gotta make sure you know you’ve got a capable defender. always makes himself sound like james bloody bond. “ya shoulda seen it! got there right in the nick o’ time, i did! and then, kaboom!”

milks as many orgasms as he can from you when you fuck. he’s not satisfied until you’ve cum on everything he can give you. tongue, fingers, cock. he wants it all, wants you to be drunk off the pleasure only he can give you. licks the tears from your cheeks when you cry from overstimulation. “i know, lass, i know. johnny’s makin’ you feel so good, aye? you got one more in there, i know you do.”

loves to hear you babble about how big and thick he is when he’s plunging deep in your cunt. he hits all the right spots, tip nudging your cervix and making your back arch. he almost loses it when you tell him how much he’s stretching you out, how you can feel him low in your belly, carving himself a nice little space in your guts. “yeah, tha’s fuckin’ right. no one else can make you feel this good, no one else can fill up this tight fuckin’ pussy like i can.”

and you let him fill you up because you know, deep down, no one will ever compare to your johnny.

[shadow0-1]

Trapper

[s3rrrpentine]

paint the town red or something idk ( ᐛ )و

me rambles:

uhhh i feel like i am being too hard on myself these days and i miss when i used to have fun and feeling satisfied drawing them doing silly things. i keep comparing myself with other talented artists so i pushed myself to be kind of like them. but. dear god. that is not me. it's a bit hard for me to follow trends when i don't feel like it. it's good for chasing numbers and i want to. but i also don't want to. sucks to be in the middle of anything and everything. like a limbo. what the hell do i even want. what do i even know. i just wanna draw ghostsoap. why does it suddenly becoming so hard on me. reminding myself to just fuck it and draw like always. somehow it's not enough and then i mess it all up all over again.

[bluegiragi]

docile.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

[helcef]

gayest thing you can do is light someone’s cig

what if neither ghost or soap liked smoking much but it was the only opportunity to be close to the other, no matter how brief the moment was. ghost allowing himself a second of staring at johnny in the glow of the lighter before looking away so johnny wouldn’t catch on. or smth idk

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[chamomiletealeaf]

out of all the boys who do u think would have a piss kink???

Tbh I think Soap, and then secretly Ghost.

Warnings: piss kink, oral (f! receiving), little bit of squirting

Soap would enjoy fucking you until you actually piss yourself. It’s not squirt, he just fucks you so dumb and senseless that you genuinely piss yourself.

He’s made you cum like four times in a row and made you squirt twice. You’re not sure how you even have anything in your bladder at this point but Johnny always finds a way.

He’s got your thighs draped over his, back pressed against his chest as he grips your hips and fucks up into you nice and rough, making you bounce on him.

“Fuck Johnny, I- no more, I’m gonna”

“Let it out bonnie.. Cum again for me.”

“No I- not gonna cum. I- ah, I’m gonna pee.” You say as he slows down a bit to understand what you’re saying.

“I have to pee Johnny wait-.” You say as he fucks up into you even harder and faster while pressing down on your bladder with a smirk, making you squeal in panic.

“Johnny no! Stop! I- I’m gonna fucking piss myself don’t-!”

And you can’t hold it anymore so you let go.

“Aww poor bonnie lass. Got you so fucked out you can’t even control yourself anymore. Sweet little pussy is too tired out hm?” He whispers in your ear teasingly as you sob from embarrassment.

Then he picks you up and pushes you face down into the mattress, your ass up and thighs dripping, before he continues to fuck you from behind.

“C’mon one more. Already made you piss yourself. You can cum for me one more time.”

And he makes you cum again until you have tears running down your face because your poor pussy can’t take anymore :(

And Simon? He’s more civil about it. Quiet. Doesn’t really explore his new found interest.

He noticed he was into it when you had to piss so bad on a truck ride back to base. The seatbelt was digging into your bladder and you were squirming and yelping every time the truck went over a speed bump.

You shoved your hands between your thighs with a whimper and while the rest of the team made fun of you for it, Simon had to hide his now hard cock.

He wants you to sit on his face, drown him with your juicy pussy while he eats you out until he looks like he just went bobbing for apples. Bonus if you squirt on his face as he tongue fucks you, because he’s cumming immediately.

[reaping-the-benefits]

Hybrid Soap x Hybrid Reader x Owner Ghost (MDNI)

Where you and Soap are Ghost's puppies, and he takes such good care of you both. You're new to the household, and you're so sweet, some kind of lap dog hybrid.

Soap, on the other hand, is a guardian dog. He's protective when he needs to be, but most of the time, he's just a big goofball who likes to follow you around. Also likes to shove his face into your crotch when Ghost isn't home, eating you out like a man starved.

He's rough with you, desperate to have you. You can't blame the poor man. Ghost never shares you once he gets home, having you cuddled up in his lap, bouncing on his cock, with no room for poor Soap to join.