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fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod modern warfare#arthur morgan#joel miller x y/n#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel miller x reader#joel miller#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#captain price#zaddy pedro#javier pena x reader#pedro pascal#frankie morales#narcos#soap cod#rdr2 arthur#red dead redemption 2#good omens#henry cavill#draco malfoy#love and deepspace
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Yes, I want to be his neighbor. Of course I want to be the stripper at the club he owns. I want to be his fated omega. I want to be his co-worker. I want to be his doctor, his arranged wife, his enemy, his childhood friend, his kid’s babysitter, his girlfriend, his wife, his ex-wife, his barista, his soulmate, his strange cryptid, his favorite blood bag, his divorce attorney, his pr relationship, his boss, his secretary, his sugar baby, his... I think you get the point.
In all universes, physical forms, and realities, I want that man.
#shitpost#i love fanfiction#i love fanfic writers#john price x reader#cod x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#kyle garrick x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader#x reader#fanfiction#fandom culture
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He can’t talk right now, he’s doing hot girl shit
#I love those WhatsApp memes#call of duty#ghost babygirl#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#gary roach sanderson#captain john price#general shepherd#philip graves#ghostsoap#ghostroach#ghostsoaproach#call of duty modern warfare#cod ghost#cod soap#cod roach#cod gaz#captain price#cod graves#cod mw2#suggestive#nsfwish?
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THE PRICE PAT™️ | CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II & III
#he loves his sons#captain price#john price#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#task force 141#call of duty#cod#codedit#gamingedit#modern warfare#mwii#mwiii#ghost#soap#Gaz#mystuff
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yeah simon is the one to scare people away when they get too close you, using his size and movement to intimidate, simultaneously shielding you behind him
yeah soap is the one barking loud, creating a spectacle and calling people out, and warning them away
yeah kyle is the one humiliating people, mocking offenders until either their own actions dawn on them or they finally recognize the venom in his eyes
but price is the one that launches into swinging. there is no warning, no hesitation. taking a step, even a single word against you, warrants immediate action in his mind. it's no laughing fucking matter. you are a top fucking prize, his prize, the best the world has to offer. john is rabid in his protection, bearing tooth and boot and claw and fist. there’s no point in talking to him or trying to negotiate, an offense is an offense and he won’t meet it halfway. someone looks at you the wrong way? they won't be able to see out of swollen eyes after headbutts them, crushing their nose. someone whispers something nasty about you? good luck even eating with that jaw wired shut. god forbid someone touches you, the other three boys can barely hold him back. john will break countless bones in every way he knows and beat his knuckles bloody if your smile starts to drop.
#tf 141#is this explicitly poly? no. but it still is. sorry thems the rules#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#captain john price#cod x reader#simon riley x reader#kyle garrick x reader#johnny mctavish x reader#john price x reader#don't look at this too closely or you'll see my issues#they're always out on display tho who am i kidding lmao#john price who has had enough of keeping everyone under control. including himself#john price who literally cannot stop himself when someone he loves is involved or in a vulnerable position#john price who doesn't want to fucking hold back
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How Do I Show You... (Part 2/2)
#howdoishowyou#codwormcomic#would you love me if i was a worm#cod mw2#cod mw3#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap
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wedding bells 💒
#call of duty#cod#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#soapghost#my art#love prevails matrimony is real men wear skirts!#diversity win! both grooms are british!#congrats to the happy couple 🥰#and also to my parents because it's their anniversary too 😚
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Smth smth thinking about reader being an escaped shifter experiment, escaped from the US to hide in Britain
You try to act like a normal civilian, but the urge to shift is building to be intolerable. So why fight it? It's easier to live as a cat anyway, maybe someone could take you in.
What you didn't expect was for 4 giant, bulky, military men to find you. They'd found you in an alleyway near a fish restaurant, searching for scraps. The one wearing the weird mask had been the one to pick you up.
Then, the other 3 rushed over after hearing your yowling. The damn masked bastard had you scruffed!
"I found a cat."
Wow. Brilliant observation.
"Simon, it's a stray."
"I was a stray."
There was a snort, "C'mon Cap, it's kinda cute, isn't it?"
You hiss indignantly, you were not an it! The one with a mohawk reaches out to you, letting you sniff his fingers.
"We do not need a cat, Soap don't touch it. Who knows what it has."
"It's too clean to be a stray, ah doubt it's a stray. Give 'er here, LT."
The masked man hands you over, and you're quick to scramble onto the mohawk man's shoulder, wrapping around his neck. You growl a little in your displeasure, but don't swat.
"See! Docile, little thing, aren't ya!"
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#task force 141#cat shifter au#cat shifter reader#human 141#cuties#wanna bite them tbh#wait#poly 141#hell yeah#love me some poly 141
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do not pet (he bites)
early access + nsfw on patreon
#i just love it when men are put into situations <3#dont worry. simon'll train him back into top shape#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#giragi art
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The FNAF Mikes and Vanessas watch Immortal and restless
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#michael afton#vanessa afton#vanessa shelly#fnaf vanessa#fnaf vanny#mike schmidt#The immortal and the restless#fnaf#sister location#security breach#fnaf movie#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#do yall know Michael canonically kins Clara#that’s just a fact from the logbook#Seeing Michael loves Soap Operas I wanna believe game Vanessa does too#while the other two are not that interested at all#the Aftons just love drama#All of them in comfy wear Mike sleeps in his work clothes so he stays the same#the four of them… besties
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MDNI 18+ blog
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I want to come back from a Christmas market date with Soap and then be his cockwarmer while he tells me how he wants to take me to Scotland for the holidays, but I can't understand a word because I'm begging him to fuck me already.
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♡ 《 He's the type 》 ♡
" He's the type of man to hold your waist instead of your hand "
" He's the type of man to give you a piggy back ride when he notices your heels hurting your feet "
"He's the type of man to put a picture of you as his phone wallpaper"
"He's the type of man who would take over all tasks in the house for months after you just got done giving birth to your child "
"He's the type of man to buy you something you said you wanted but didn't have enough money for"
"He's the type of man who would shed a tear at seeing you walk towards him with your pretty white dress on the day of the wedding "
The man: Rafael, Sam Winchester, Xavier, Sylus, Zayne, Nanami Kento, Peter Parker, Captain Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Konig, Simon Riley, Halsin, Leon Kennedy, Steve Roger's, Geto Suguru, Johnny "soap" Mactavish, Aki Hayakawa, Jaehaerys "Jace" Targaryen, Aizawa, Hawks, Hajime Umemiya, BG3 Rafael, bakugo,
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#love and deepspace x reader#lads xavier x reader#sylus x reader#zayne x reader#nanami kento x reader#peter parker x reader#captain price x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#konig x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#halsin x reader#leon kennedy x reader#steve rogers x reader#geto suguru x reader#johnny soap mctavish x reader#aki hayakawa x reader#jace x reader#aizawa x reader#hawks x reader#hajime umemiya x reader#bg3 raphael x reader#bakugou x reader#lads x reader#nanami x reader#peter parker#john price x reader#gaz x reader#konig x you#simon x reader#halsin x tav
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Can’t stop thinking about poly141 who get so wrapped up in their own bullshit they begin to neglect reader. So you leave 🤷🏼♀️
It wasn’t a big deal at first. You understood that their jobs were intense to say the least. You own a bookshop, which in itself was exhausting, but you understood how they could get carried away with work.
You had excused the many delayed returned texts or missed FaceTime dates when they were deployed. When they came home, they almost always made it up to you. Showering you with attention and quality time.
But the past two returns home have been… different.
Usually at least one of them made a beeline to your shop or your loft if it was too late in the evening. You always held your breath when it was just one of them.
“They’re okay.” Was the usual answer. “Everyone made it back okay.” It was only then that you could melt into whoever’s hands you were in.
After one of their recent returns home you had voice to Price that you didn’t appreciate several days passing after they came back and no one had bothered to tell you. He had snapped. Arguing that a mission doesn’t finish just because they land back on soil. There was paperwork and debriefing to be done. If and when they wanted to see you they would.
He didn’t apologize until later. Crawling into your bed, using one of the keys you had given them. Blaming the stress. How they had almost lost Johnny for the reason of his outburst. What else could you do but forgive him?
So you had given them space after that one. Not holding it against them to decompress before seeing you.
The next time was the final straw. Solidifying how little they cared about you and how much power you had given them.
Johnny had come in around 7 one evening. He was dressed nicely, for civilian standards. You were reading a book on the couch when he had let himself in. You were wearing on of Simon’s sweatshirts and panties. He took you in for a moment before scooping you up.
He fucked you absolutely stupid. Adamant on having you cum on his tongue, his fingers and his cock. You were only able to bask in the afterglow of him filling you up before he started pulling his pants back on.
“What are you doing?” There were times that you would practically need a crow bar to get Johnny detached from you just long enough to relieve yourself. You had gotten many a UTI courtesy of Mr. John MacTavish.
“Dinner with my family tonight.” He explained by the time he was already buttoning his shirt. “The youngest just graduated and ma’ feels the need to go all out.” Now came the tie. Johnny was actually wearing a tie. To go to dinner. “A fancy dinner in London.” He huffed. “Meanwhile I’m out scufflin’ with bloody fuckin’ terrorists and I get a pat on the back.” He gave you a peck on the cheek before heading out the door. Promising to call you later.
You just sat in your bed. Still naked. Almost in shocked. He had fucked you and just… left. You were close to a panic attack as you called Simon.
Simon wasn’t the one to cuddle and coddle. But there was something so soothing at the sound of his voice or even how his heavy body felt perfect laying on top of you. Yes. Simon wasn’t the time to lift you up with words, but he was your own security blanket. Just having him close helped.
“Can you come over?” It wasn't unusal for Simon to be the one to come later in the evening. Insomnia was a bitch to deal with and you could sleep through the sounds of whatever he played on the tv. Most of the times you were content laying your head on his lap as he ran his hand along your head as if he were petting you. It was a bit cringe, but it knocked you out every time.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. The low timber of his voice already calming you.
“Johnny came over.” You sniffled. “He just fucked me and left.”
“Not surprised.” He scoffed. You could almost see him rolling those deep brown eyes of his. “If you wanted to cum, I’m happy to come over and help.”
For whatever reason, that only seemed to make you more upset. “You’re not listening.” You said, trying to spell it out for him. “He left. Like didn’t even stay and cuddle just left. Fucked me and left.”
“That’s why you’re calling me crying about?” He almost seemed… annoyed.
“Yes!” You said, nearly snapping. All of the tension from the last several months coming to the surface. “I’m not just a warm body to keep a bed cozy until you assholes decide you need to get one off.” Assholes. You called them assholes. “This isn’t what we agreed to.”
“Johnny is Johnny.” Simon tried to defend, not really caring to continue the conversation now knowing that you weren't in any sort of physical harm. “He wanted his dick wet and from the sound of it, that’s what he did. Don’t hold it against him because he had other things to do.”
“It’s not just Johnny leaving.” Your throat felt like it was tightening. A telltale sign you were close to crying. Whether from sadness or anger you weren't entirely sure. “The only time any of you want anything to do with me anymore is to fuck.” You missed date nights and lunches. You missed texting any and all of them about your day, about theirs. About new books. You had been trying for months to tell them over dinner one of your books got picked up. Yours was being traditionally published.
None of them had bothered to even try penciling you in.
“You got yours.” You heard the popping of a can top. Simon was settling in for the night. Once he popped a top at home there was no getting him out. He wasn't coming for you. “I don’t understand what you’re bitchin’ to me about. Yeah, in the beginning we indulged ya a bit? Dressed you up, took you out. But you should have known spreadin’ them legs of yours wouldn’t end with one of us puttin’ a ring on your finger.”
You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? These were the men that pursued you. Initially, individually, but when tensions became to much they offered a solution. All of them. Four times the attention, of the affection.
Four times the love.
But also four time the neglect. Four times the amount of heartbreak and disappointment. Loving all of them meant putting yourself in a position to let each of them hurt you in their own way and they had.
John's constant state of snapping at you as if you were one of his men.
Johnny swinging by as if you were just a fuck buddy. Not even bothering to give a peck before leaving.
Kyle essentially ignoring you for weeks now. Ghosting you for hours or having to cancel on date nights last minute or claiming that he really did forget that the two of you had planned to meet for lunch.
And now there was Simon. Telling you that all you meant to them was what was between your thighs.
Spreadin' them legs of yours wouldn't end with one of us puttin' a ring on your finger.
None of them ever intended on making this into something more. That much was clear now.
You didn't know what to say to Simon. You couldn't think of a witty retort. You couldn't find the proper insult to whirl his way. You couldn't convey just how much his words had hurt.
So you did the only thing you could.
You hung up.
#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#call of duty#john soap mactavish#angst#grovel#we love a good grovel don't we girls
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They are meant for each other
#love is real#call of duty#ghost babygirl#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#cod ghost#cod soap#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare#soapghost
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cw: piss mention.
Being Johnny’s friend, and him desperately wanting to take things further— he comes up with a terrible idea to drive you into his arms in a way he thinks is rather subtle.
He’s going to get Ghost to hit on you next time you’re out at a pub. Ghost has an uncanny ability activate the prey drive— he gets too close, speaks too low, looms too tall, and stares too deep (not to mention the kind of language he uses in his pickup lines).
So Johnny casually gets up to go piss, leaves you sitting at the bar, practically passes the baton as he goes by Ghost on the way.
And Simon, he loves the classics.
So he starts off by staring down at you as you sit in your stool, unblinking, and saying “I can smell your cunt.”
You look up with rapt attention, clenching your thighs.
Soap watches from across the bar for a signal, either a grimace on your face or a discreet hand gesture from Ghost that they’d worked out earlier.
But he underestimated your freak. And Simon wasn’t about to back down when it was clear you liked how he came across.
Simon perches himself next to you, crowding in close and speaking into your ear, Johnny able to see as your stunned expression turns into a bashful smile, like he just told you that you have beautiful eyes. He actually said “bet you’d let me spit in your mouth if I told you to open up, yeah?”
Things escalate. You barely touch your drink, too absorbed in what Simon is saying to you.
“Saw those fuckin’ thighs from across the bar, Jesus Christ— want you to sit on my jaw and fuck my face— warm my cheeks with those thighs while I shove my tongue in that sweet little pussy. I’d let you piss in my fucking mouth if y’wanted to.”
When Soap finally forces himself to go back to the bar, you subtly tell him you’re gonna head out and that you had fun. He awkwardly bids you goodnight with his mouth nearly agape as Simon grabs hold of your hand to pull you along.
And he looks too damned eager to get you out of there— doesn’t even have the decency to throw a smug look at Soap. Because truthfully? He’s kinda forgotten why he came here in the first place. He’s got more important shit on his mind now.
#idk why I love cucking soap so much but I’m not going to apologize for it#writing#cod fanfic#cod#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#cw piss
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"Here, there Where the sight rather flees And the heartbeat leaks And the lighted mouth Rather chokes"
#juniper#fairydoll#fairydoll oc#fairy oc#kate bush vibes 100%#kate bush hounds of love albumn cover#forever ingrained in my head i guess#this song tho#is sugarbread by soap&skin#my art#theyre both women
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