#soap. or something. idk.

[fantasmadelaciudad]

haven’t been in a traditional classroom setting for over a year (did a bunch of classes that were essentially just “we’re gonna teach u how to make this and the homework is Be Creative About It”) and i am now fully realizing how bad my adhd is. it’s frankly a miracle i passed any class in middle and high school.

[mactavishenjoyer]

(wedding planning)

Soap:"your dad? Duh."

Ghost:"He's dead."

Soap:"Oh my fucking god he Is literally right there. I don't care if Price and you got in a fight he's still your dad and I want him in our wedding."

Price:"I- I'm not his dad?"

Soap:

Gaz:"Bullshit."

Roach:"Biggest damn lie I've heard all month."

Soap:"Womp Womp, you're not getting out of the wedding."

[shotmrmiller]

missed out on my chance to make a ghoap kinktober fic where reader cockwarms soap and ghost rubs your pussy til you're crying and overstimulated and might die if he doesn't stop but will also die if he does because you're hurtling at light speed toward another peak again and the only way soap can come is with the pulsing of your walls squeezing him viciously tight, exactly like how ghost's hand does around his cock when he's high strung and unable to think clearly while on an op.

[hai-nae]

if you want love, you're gonna have to go through the pain,

if you want love, you're gonna have to learn how to change,

if you want trust, you're gonna have to give some away.

[reds-skull]

Bored out of their minds waiting for the helo

[simonbrain]

cw: rough sex between simon and johnny, very brief knifeplay, a little blood, reader doesn't actually have sex with them lol soz

you've always been a little soft. from the pliable skin of your body to the big, tender heart in your chest, it's no wonder you caught simon's attention.

you were like a deer in his presence at first. skittish and constantly in fight-or-flight mode, curtly cutting every interaction with him short just so you didn't have to face the beast that resided beneath the mask, the one that would surely scoop you up and feast upon your plush flesh.

although you had your reservations, the person who really reeled you in was his sergeant. sweet, charismatic johnny, easing you into the lion's den with praises of his lieutenant, promising the big bastard isnae tha' bad and that he just needs some patience and understanding.

you gave him the benefit of the doubt and reluctantly lowered your guard, allowing not only him but simon as well to see the soft, gooey centre that you kept hidden. fleeting conversations became longer and more playful, a large, warm hand from either of them on your back was more frequent, and the pet names fired your way were relentless, often leaving your panties sticky and uncomfortable.

they weren't only a part of your work life; they came home with you sometimes for a good feed and a nice, warm bed to sink into, forcing you to sit on the couch and pick a movie for the night at the end of dinner. whenever you called out if they needed help with packing away the food or doing the dishes, the looks they gave you were enough to make you turn your head back to the tv. it always ended with simon carrying you to bed while johnny shuffled right behind, wrapped up in the blanket. the mornings were always harder to get through whenever they stayed over because you just wanted to stay cocooned between their warm bodies, so broad and protective, but all three of you had duties to attend to. despite starting later than they do, the few hours of sleep you lose are worth it.

the longer you spend time with them, the more you're beginning to realise that your perception of them is far from the reality. simon is so... gentle with you; strange as it is describing him as such, there's no other way to put it. the way he looks at you, speaks to you, and keeps his desire on a short leash, only because he doesn't want to overstep your boundaries, has your heart fluttering at how much of a gentleman he is. you don't shy away from him anymore; you drink up each moment you can be near him, clinging to him and even rewarding him with a kiss in an empty corridor, quietly sulking when he stops your naughty hands from sliding down his body to tug at his belt.

"not yet, sweet'art," he hums, the sound so gravelly it makes your thighs squeeze together. "just wait a little longer, aye? johnny and i will take care o'you, i know he's dyin' for it."

god, speaking of johnny, ever since you've gotten closer, he's nothing but a koala, constantly looming over you when he's not busy and feeding you praises for basic fucking tasks that should not be getting praised. he's so much rougher than you thought, and there shouldn't be heat licking up your spine every time his hands are on you, manhandling you into a storage closet so he can consume your very soul, whining into your mouth about how badly he and simon have wanted you, but you let it happen anyway. you let him slip his hand down between the layers of clothes to rub two fingers on your puffy clit until you're mewling into his mouth and spilling all over your already soaked underwear. you really should start bringing extra with you because you're getting sick of how wet you get just from being in their vicinity.

it's when simon comes back from one hell of a failed mission that you finally get a taste of him. except he goes through johnny first, and you have never been so alarmed but so turned on at the same time in your entire life.

he's so cruel, so fucking mean in the way he gropes and bites and fucks into johnny, who takes it all with a snarl on his face. his cock still drips and throbs even when he's sobbing out angry curses, and simon laughs at his pathetic attempts at defending himself, as if it was enough to deter simon's ugly, rough love, the type of love that he had been hiding from you.

you sit on the edge of the bed, a hand compressed tightly between your thighs as you watch them on the floor because simon wasn't even patient enough to get him on the bed, pushing his boy down to the ground and taking what's his. johnny howls and squirms, growling at simon and earning himself a harsh slap in the face, the hand planted tightly in his hair not discouraging him from ceasing his fight.

you should be scared. you should be turning away, feeling sick from watching how animalistic they are, how simon pounds into johnny with no remorse. you shouldn't be admiring the tears welling up in johnny's eyes or the way he lets out pained moans. you shouldn't be wishing it was you under simon instead, getting your hair pulled and being left with no choice but to take the fat cock you've been daydreaming about. you definitely should not have let out a soft little whimper at the sight of simon whipping out a knife from his thigh holster to press it against johnny's throat, drawing a bit of blood because his thrusts are that rough.

when johnny only whines, his defiance dying down and being replaced with something softer, more compliant, simon rewards him with a nasty, sloppy kiss, a hand replacing the blade and wrapping around his throat, palm pressed up against the new wound.

it's fucking torture watching them, and you know they don't mean to tease with how rough they are, unknowing of how much it's getting you worked up, but you're starting to get impatient. you want to experience that, too; you want them to taint you. you want to be treated like nothing more than an unruly little mutt, being split apart on cock until you pass out from exhaustion, holes loose and wet and pliant. you want to fight only to be forced into submission—fuck, the thought is making your mouth run dry.

you're surprised at how wet you are when you shuffle on the bed, the feeling of soaked panties clinging to your cunt familiar but not welcome, especially with how many you've ruined. you can't wait for your turn, even if they definitely will be softer than this with you.

simon forces a violent orgasm out of johnny, a hand wrapped tight around his poor cock, moans and whines for more spilling from his bruised lips. if you weren't so dizzy, so needy, you would have gawked at his desperate pleas.

it's when simon's gaze flickers over to you that you finally decide to do something about the persistent throb between your thighs. you move back onto the bed more comfortably and slide your shorts off, slight embarrassment warming your cheeks as you catch sight of your arousal sticking from your pussy to your panties. you can tell that simon isn't done working his frustrations out, so you settle for using your fingers, content to rub yourself until they're done and ready to take care of you. maybe you should tell them about the newest discovery you've made about yourself later and see how well they handle keeping their hunger muzzled.

[lumiilys]

Tfw you steal your crush’s soap cause the smell makes you think of him

Aka the real reason why Ed was asking for lavender soap in s1 ep8

[bravo666]

love love love the idea of john price trying in vain to be a good man. like sorry i do love pervert!141 in all forms but they can’t all be shameless about it (cough cough mactavish you mutt) in the same way, and i think price is enough of a traditionalist, at least in however he was raised, that he’s packed and pounded with enough adherence to social norms and an understanding of what he ought to be as soldier/captain/man(/husband/father/etc.)

but like. he covets. he hungers. he controls pretty little things, plucks the feathery beating wings off of jeweled insects so they won’t fly away from him. price knows he really should be better than he is, but knowing that normal men don’t feel the way he does doesn’t change the urge to sink his teeth into something soft, pin it down to the mattress, and tie it up so it will never leave.

so he keeps it to himself. keeps it pressed down into a little locked box. and when he finally does find someone who looks at the savage, oppressive beast he has for a soul and accepts him with both hands? it’s like heaven come round to earth. he keeps them close and behind locked doors, hoarded. sorry about the bruises on your thighs, lovie, he says—and part of him does mean it, really.

his hands are stained with blood from the field, yes, and people clap him on the shoulder and say thank you for your service, but they also see the person he’s got his arm around the shoulders of and say you two make a lovely couple. and he just smiles and wonders how he tricked the world for this long.

[lennadanvers]

TW: mentions of sex/penetration/being naked; maybe like hinting at dark(ish) themes?? Soap being a lil weird desperate gremlin. This is so short.

Soap doesn't fuck.

He consumes.

It's not about blowing off steam or whatever, either. He has no problem saying it's just that, but it isn't. No, when he has sex with you it's because he's already exhausted all the other (tamer) ways of being close to you.

It's not about the sexual pleasure. It's not that kind of desire. It's his need to be around and inside you. To be you. It's like the need you get when you see something that is too cute and you just need to crush it between your hands. Except that Soap's feelings are darker.

He wants to feel you all over. Deeply. He needs closeness, desperately. He whines and moans purely out of relief when he can touch you; so much skin to skin. Soap presses his chest and belly to your back, and his hips to your ass, and your legs to his, and his neck to your shoulder, and his breath to your head... His arms constrict your chest and arms, hands clawing at your waist and biceps, whatever he can put his fingers on.

He doesn't even care about penetration. Sure, it's nice. Though not so much if it means he'll have to move away, even if it's just a little, to go in and out. No, he prefers grinding.

"Sex" is a good cover for what he actually needs. Except that things start to get a little complicated when you've both finished and he's still rubbing his body against yours. And is he purring?

[porkcutletbowl44]

Johnny's got a new lass, the team has noticed. He's almost always buried into his phone, everyone knows he's talking to someone. Eventually he did spill the news.

Everything is great! You're perfect. Literally everything he could dream of. You match his humor, pretty face, wonderful sense of style, kind, thick skin, take no bullshit— the list goes on forever.

The first time meeting you, he was hooked from the simple and nice 'hello.'

You're like one of those couples that make everyone jealous, the perfect dynamic and lavish gifts, which by the way your face is just priceless when you receive those lovely flowers and heart bleeding love notes, the jewelery you eye in stores and your online shopping cart just hoarding things you never pay for they literally just gather digital cobwebs but Johnny can afford it no problem.

Everyone on the team is so supportive too! He went to Ghost to figure out how to work the cameras in your little apartment because that's not really Johnny's specialty.

Is it a bonus that Ghost also thinks you're the perfect, pretty little bird too?

[imababblekat]

Medic reader who’s part of a small team sent in with others to clear out a compound so the more specialized forces can go in and do their classified work, except in the heat of everything medic reader gets separated and ends up on their own. They accidentally find their way into a secret lab and are attacked by a scientist that had been hiding, having something injected in them before taking the enemy out. Suddenly they feel very sick and dizzy, but just before passing out a small team of four come rushing in, sounding aggravated when they radio back to whoever that their target, presumably the now dead scientist, has been neutralized so they wouldn’t be able to take them prisoner. Medic reader tries to get their attention but can only groan in ill pain, their vision blurring in and out as one of the men order two to guard the door while he and another come rushing over to confirm they’ve got an alive friendly. One of the men is checking them over for injuries while the one closest to them, with a firm voice, is ordering them to hang on and stay with them, but just as medic reader is about to pass out, the last thing they note as they’re being lifted up by strong arms, is the TF 141 patch on their saviors uniform.

[duskier]

Someone gives fem soap a squirting dildo as a joke but now you have a lesbian who already was a horny fucking mess begging to breed you and so fuck dumb that she gets actually confused when you have to pause her humping to refill it with more cum and it takes Significant aftercare to remind her she didn’t actually get you pregnant.

(She goes begging to her teammates for some of their cum to fill her new strap with so she can actually impregnate you. She says they either agree or she breaks into a sperm bank. They can see in her eyes she’s not kidding. She will get you pregnant with her strap and she will fuck herself dumb enough often enough to genuinely gaslight herself into thinking she did a medical miracle instead of blackmailing her teammates into helping her. Her teammates learn not to bring it up because of the look she get in her eyes when they try to “umm actually” her is the scariest thing they’ve ever seen and they’re pretty sure she’d kill them just to keep her delusion of strap-based miracle pregnancy going)

Soap, standing on a rooftop, yelling into the sunset: STRAP CAN GET YOU PREGNANT!!!

cw themes of pregnancy / starting a family below

Soap absolutely is a nightmare because she's got both a breeding kink and genuine baby fever. Her family is HUGE (I'm a huge MacTavish family truther sorries) and it's like her sisters or cousins or aunt or friend-of-the-family are popping out another baby every three to six months. Soap wants to be a mom at the end of this- she never joined the military to die in service, not really- she wants to see you as a mom, too.

She wants a baby that's a carbon copy of you, and then another that's a mix of the two of you, and then one that's a little Soap. And then probably one more kid for good measure- that way when you go to amusement parks everyone will get to sit next to someone. She's got a page in her sketchbook of baby names, some crossed out over time.

Let's be real it was probably you who bought her the squirting dildo because Soap fucks like she's trying for a kid every time and that's when it devolves into a conversation accidentally full of heart and Soap cries a little- distressed she's not able to give you a biological kid.

You tell her that you could adopt, that you'd still be a real family, and that you know Soap would take care of her family. That whoever you adopt would still be loved the same. It's like magic, how the words make her calm so quickly. It takes some coaxing, but it finally gets through to her that you will have a family, one way or another.

(It would be REALLY funny if she hounds the team to donate sperm because all of them are like "this is the weirdest thing I have ever done"- they never acknowledge them donating because it irks the life out of Soap-- those are HER kids, hers and YOURS!! You lovingly think your wife is nuts to use her teammates sperm- and to fuck it into you herself rather than go through a doctor-- moreso because you know that's gonna make some chunky babies)

[tyyppicookie]

Harper and Phil + hands

[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

Yknow those posts or au[?] with 22 Ghoap rmbering or at least having vague memories of their past lives [09 Ghoap] And while I absolutely adore that idea don't get me wrong...Do you think we could think about Price? The man who survived? The man who witnessed it all before him? Who watched this man, this young boy, who he knew, maybe not for long, but had the idea that Soap and Ghost had something at least ripped away only for Soap to die too? Only in his next life he sees them again and he cant help but get a twinge of ache in his chest. It feels...wrong. It feels disturbing, he shouldn't but it leaves him awake some nights that something horrible might happen. He will lose someone important again. Even in the next life he is not safe. It's just another cycle he cannot rid himself of. He looks at Ghost and Soap and he cant help but feel like something might happen. He will try to keep his men safe, but how will he know? Hell, what about Gaz as well? Price looks at the three of them and cant help but get this minor flash back of something grim and horrible. But it doesnt end there. He sees Shepherd and Makarov and a deep unsettling feeling in his gut. Something will happen. And for once, he's not sure if there will be anything he can do.

[miilkybnn]

roach and his hat, always misplacing it!!! or is he ;)

(ghost and soap don’t have a damn clue about the cowboy hat rule)

[gomzdrawfr]

OC doodle with the 141 - tw: alcohol, small mention of death

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