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ageless-aislynn · 1 day
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Angst! 16
Fluff! 13
Misc.! 16
And… for characters I’m going to throw out Kai, Alenko, and Soap. Do whatever pairings or friendships you’d like. Also I’m not gonna die if you choose not to use those characters. Or prompts. I dunno, I just wanna read your stuff man.
*glee* Thank you SO much for sending some prompts my way! These are all pretty short but mark my first time writing 2 of the 3 characters, so I'm just carefully dipping a toe in the COD and ME pools, lol!
Thanks so much again! 😎👍
Angst 16. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”
Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish & Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Then why are there bruises all over your face?"
"You ought to see the other guy, Lt," Soap said with an unrepentant grin, unmarred by the fact his left eye was nearly swollen shut and he had a prominent cut on his lower lip.
Ghost sighed slightly behind his skull balaclava. "Sure I'll recognize him by all the bruises on his knuckles," he said dryly.
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Fluff 13. Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
Kaidan Alenko/Commander Shepard, Mass Effect (reader's choice as to whether it's male or female Shep 😉)
"Are you flirting with me?"
"You finally noticed?"
Kaidan squinted, several Commander Shepards swimming in front of him in the dim bar lighting, all wearing fondly amused expressions.
"You are flirting with me!" he stated as if having uncovered a core secret of the universe.
Shepard's smile broadened. "Think it's time to take you home and tuck you into bed."
"I'm going home with Cmdr. Shepard," he proclaimed loudly to the crowd around them. Several people raised a glass in good-natured salutes.
"Yeah, they know." Shepard got an arm around him, sliding him off the bar stool and onto his feet. "Most of them were at our wedding, after all."
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Misc 16. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
Kai-125 & Vannak-134, Halo the series
"YOU SAID TO BE HONEST, STOP HITTING ME!"
John heard Kai's shout from the hallway outside of the Spartan quarters and shoved the door open to see—
He blinked. For a solid moment, he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing, actually. Kai vaulted over her own bed, being pursued hotly by Vannak.
"That wasn't honest," he said grimly. "You're just being mean."
"Look, it's not my fault that that penguin documentary was kinda lame and—"
"IT WAS NOT!" Vannak bellowed back and took a swing at her that would've definitely put a marine in the infirmary for a month, if not in the ground, permanently. For Kai, it would've at the very least mussed her hair. "Those penguins are adorable and—"
"Lame. Laaaaaame," she singsonged, ducking a flurry of punches, then doing a very impressive parkour run up the wall into a backflip that sent her soaring over the enraged Spartan's head.
"THEY'RE NOT LAME, YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"
John looked over at Riz, who was calmly sitting at a nearby table, reading something on her padd. She met his gaze, shrugged, and then went back to reading.
They crisscrossed the room rapidly, with Vannak coming close to getting his hands on her but, ultimately, Kai would manage to slip away at the last second. The entire time, she continued to issue penguin insults that, for some reason, the other Spartan took extremely personally.
John opened his mouth, about to say… something. Then he gave a slight shake of his head.
"I have paperwork to do," he announced to no one. "Don't I, Cortana?"
"I can find you some, Chief."
"That would be great," he said and just turned around and walked away.
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Sentence Starters
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belyasholika · 2 years
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CoD:MW2 x Animal Crossing
I started playing Pocket Camp just to draw THIS
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codpsychwardfare · 4 months
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(because it is)
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soap
that’s it that’s the post
he’s babygirl idc what y’all think
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brewed-pangolin · 3 months
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Sgt. Johnny 'walks LIKE he has big dick energy' MacTavish
versus
Capt. John 'walks BECAUSE he has big dick energy' MacTavish
Sorry, Johnny (my love). But no man can hold a candle to the perpetual swagger that exudes from the one and only Captain Soap MacTavish.
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Mistletoe mancandy series: Sgt. John 'Soap' MacTavish
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dovabunny · 7 months
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Angsty Ghostsoap Idea of the Day - Not Soap anymore
Cw: angst, misunderstanding
Soap was so sure his heart was safe in Ghost's hands, his place was secure in the 141.
2 hours he stood there in the disciplinary hearing, listening as his every insecurity is turned on him.
Every thing he hated about himself, was self conscious about, or wishes was different is read out loud.
'Unprofessional. Insubordinate. Talks too much. Appearance not regulation. Too loud. Disruptive. Too familiar. Undisciplined.'
He fought back the tears.
'Too emotional'
He doesn't look up from the floor. Doesn't want to see Price and Laswell at the table with his old smug commander he thought he finally got away from.
He was wrong. He disobeyed a direct order to turn back and plant explosives to prevent the building from being used again.
The premise had been cleared 5x in the past 3 years of human traffickers. It was secure and by the docks. They were gonna come back. His suggestion was shot down but after what he saw in there.. he decided to do it anyway.
So yes, he was wrong. No, he doesn't regret it.
But then Ghost had yelled at him over the comms for all to hear. Calling him a danger, an idiot who can't listen, a liability.
Then he reported it to Price who wrote him up for it after shouting the same words.
Price didn't know it would be the third strike on his record.
💰Soap didn't see Price flinch as words he'd written were shot at Soap like bullets. They were taken out of context, and never meant to be used like this.
He sees the man tremble, sees his eyes glaze over. He could see this destroying his boy and he couldn't stop it.
💀 A firm hand settled on his leg and Ghost looks up at Gaz. He didn't even realize he made a motion to stand in his anger. He was beside himself. This was his fault - he did this to Johnny. The commander's vitriol as he dug into Soap's character felt like a knife to his chest.
This wasn't what he wanted! He had been so fkn terrified when Soap ignored him and ran back into a crumbling smugglers den alone to blow it up. It came from a place of overwhelming worry but all he knew was violence. So he snapped and hurt, just so Johnny won't ever do it again.
He told Price, had to. He knew Price had a soft spot for Soap and was also worried at how reckless he got. To show him how serious it was he wrote him up.
Not knowing there was a commander who had been waiting for a third strike on Soap's record.
Soap's punishment: 6 months off the task force stripped of his title as he was sent to undergo training with new recruits. To 'remind him how to conduct himself as a soldier'. All of it at a base away from the 141.
Price tried, he really did, Laswell too. It was helpless. They just had to wait it out.
6 months later Ghost, Gaz, and Prize stand excited on the tarmac awaiting their favourite Scott's return to the 141 and as Sargent. Gaz is excited to hear all the stories of Soap kicking his instructors' asses, Price hopes he slept well. Ghost just wants him close again.
The man who steps off the heli, however is not the Soap they were waiting for. He doesn't have a mowhak, or trademark t-shirt and jeans, confident swagger or beaming smile.
He walks upright, his gaze his fixed but distant, his hair buzzed to the roots dressed in full basic fatigues.
"... Johnny?" Ghost asks as if he isn't sure who this is.
"Captain Price, Lieutenant Riley. Sargent John MacTavish, reporting in."
"Welcome back son. Your room is how you left it." Price says slowly.
Soap nods and goes to walk off but is stopped by Gaz's hand on his shoulder.
"Soap? Are you okay, mate?"
He stopped, took a moment, then looked back at the three staring expectedly at him.
He was fixed now. Like they wanted.
"I'm not Soap anymore. My call sign has changed."
He takes off his dog tags and hands them over.
Sgt. John 'Hazard' MacTavish
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gravesbf · 1 year
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GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HCS !
characters: 141 + graves
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phillip graves:
☆ southern boy lvl rizz, only he has absolutely zero rizz. the first time he met you he almost exploded because he's not used to talking to non-military people, what else is he supposed to talk abt other than unit stuff??
☆ probably gets his ideas from random movies he saw when he was younger (the black and white cowboy ones, but make it less misogynistic). classic flowers at your doorstep with the awkward :] kinda smile.
☆ can cook but never gets the chance to do it because he's always at the base, so the first thing he does when he spends the night he cooks a full course meal (he fucks up the dessert but it's ok 🤞)
☆ random gifts and acts of service is this man's lovee language, and it goes both ways. he melts at being given little things and is always ready to help around the house without being asked.
simon "ghost" riley:
☆ NOT A HARDASS!!! leave my bbg alone .. he's a very sweet guy. he's not very used to not being alone, so he relies on banter and easy conversation to fully enjoy and get used to a person's presence. not very fond of labels, but he finds comfort in the agreement of being each others.
☆ he's always willing to put himself on the line for you, even when his own comfort is at stake. so he tends to be a bit self-destructive if he accidentally goes too fast, he relies on a balance of being able to count on you for a steady rhythm
☆ follows you (and soap) around like a lost dog a lot, he just enjoys being able to be around people he trusts. especially when he's able to joke abt stuff that's happening in the moment, lots of food puns when cooking.
☆ stomach sleeper 100%. lets you lay on top of him so he can be weighed down and surrounded by his comfort items. can't sleep without at least 5 weighted blankets + you so warm nights are very common, but he runs cold so it's not a problem.
john "soap" mactavish:
☆ very work-focused guy, so he likes to plan his schedule around missions and you. always double-checking and asking what works best for you. if schedules don't line up, the next outing tends to always have a surprise.
☆ (canonically) scared of dogs, so whenever he passes by pet shops with you he always gets happy to see all the other animals but avoids the parts of the shop with the dogs. tries to talk you into getting obscure animals often, ends up with a cat that he tries naming sgt whiskers. it's named kevin instead bc animals w human names >>
☆ he chews on a lot of things when he's working with bombs, so his habits transfer onto you. he's always absent-mindedly chewing on something when having quiet moments with you, even trying to chew on you if you let him
☆ unironically very proud of being scottish (he's so real), so he likes bringing things from his home into yours. very big on the idea of blending and sharing stuff, so he likes getting things that are common in your country and vice versa :)
kyle "gaz" garrick:
☆ not shy, but a very hesitant and nervous guy. he takes a bit to build up enough of a relationship with you to where he asks you out because he's nervous to let people into his life that could potentially get hurt/end up with his dogtags.
☆ he's on the snarky side with his humor, always tending to take little jabs at the people around him to make you laugh. he loves making you laugh, probably has the candid videos of you laughing so he can play them while he's away on missions
☆ shower routine that he cannot seem to break when he's home, he always ends up bringing military issues soaps and towels from base because he swears it's the best (it's not). please give that boy some dove 🙏 he secretly (not really, he's very open abt it) loves the strawberry-scented dove soaps.
☆ collects different buttons from outfits he wears when they eventually pop off, so he starts collecting yours too. jeans that don't fit? he already has the buttons in a box with your name on it. old shirt of his that you wore? in the box.
☆ old man rizz 😿 religiously meets up with friends to play poker. he ends up teaching you how to play and lets you win because he thinks it's endearing. cannot play chess though, so he never plays bc he wants to impress you
john price:
☆ talks highly of his unit to you, and always tells his unit that his spouse wouldn't approve of what they're doing when they go against orders. the 141 walks on eggshells around you until price laughs and fesses up about lying
☆ beard routine, type of guy that has special oils and conditioners specifically for his beard. it becomes a nightly routine when he's off the field to let you do it for him after he showers. splurges and gets you hair/beard care stuff too.
☆ takes you fishing when he goes on leave. if you're not into fishing he just lets you sit in the boat and relax while he does all the work, but he enjoys it when you take an interest in his hobbies. gets you your own fishing rod and has you look up new bait ideas (he can't figure out phones).
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diejager · 1 year
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[König]
[Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley]
[Cpt. John Price]
[Sgt. Johnny “Soap” MacTavish]
[Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick]
[Col. Alejandro Vargas]
[Sgm. Rudolfo Parra]
[Kim “Horangi” Hong-Jin]
[Sgt. Gary “Roach” Sanderson]
[Cmdr. Philip Graves]
[Nikolai]
[Sebastian Krueger]
[Vladimir Makarov]
[Nikto]
[Mace]
[Poly cod]
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bubble-dream-inc · 1 year
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Cod men + what cars they drive
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⤷ feat. The 141 + König
a/n: this is v self indulgent and the sources are the voices in my head thanks
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CAPT. JOHN PRICE → 1970 Ford Mustang
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☆ I can see Price being all about classics and old cars, so it makes sense that he would have a Mustang.
☆ However, if we had to think more british, alternatively i could see him with a Ford Capri, the british equivalent of the Mustangs.
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L.T. SIMON "GHOST" RILEY → 2021 Jeep Wrangler
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☆ Ghost couldn't care less about what he drives. He doesn't care for car brands, looks, and, let's be honest, my man's a terrible driver.
☆ With that in mind, he decided it would be better to have a sturdy car, for harsh terrains, and something more familiar to what he is used to driving in missions.
SGT. JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH → 2017 Honda Civic
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☆ I can't justify this one. It's just the vibes. ☆ It might be a basic car, but it's reliable and looks cool, so i think that would be his reasoning. Gaz would laugh at him for it though.
SGT. KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK → Audi A8
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☆ Kyle is the youngest of all of them, and we can assume he gets one fat paycheck by being in one of the most elite taskforces in the world. Plus, he's rarely home, so he's got to make his rare driving worth it.
☆ So it's plausible he would blow a big part of his payment on an expensive car, but that's ok because he would look incredibly hot while doing so.
KÖNIG → 2013 Honda Pilot
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☆ Listen. It wasn't his first choice. König hates being noticed, so, logically, he doesn't like big cars at all.
☆ However, he was forced to get this one since it was one of the very few cars that he could fit inside comfortably, considering how absurdly tall he is, so he just accepted it and grew fond of it.
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god-complex-12 · 6 months
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Anomia
— Paring; Sgt. John “Soap” MacTavish x male reader. Fandom; Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III
Anomia: (n.) the inability to recall the names of people or things.
Quote; “John MacTavish.”
Description; When someone is gone for so long, you can only remember so much. Disclaimer; SPOILERS TO THE NEW COD:MW3!! Angst, grief, major character death, sad, established relationship, forgetfulness, loneliness.
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Masterlist
A/N: No, I haven’t watched anything on the lore part of Modern Warfare III, however I have had plenty of spoilers and I’ve seen the specific cutscene of both Soap and Graves (was it Graves?) and TF141 being all sad and pouty.
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It’s been months. Months and yet still grief resonates in Y/N. It feels like just yesterday he was embracing such the warm presence of his now dead lover. Y/N can’t sleep. His tired, exhausted demeanor was evident to everyone, but no one dared to ask what was wrong. They too grieved, but not as hard as Y/N did.
Everything feels so dull. So dull and cold. Y/N lies wide awake in his once shared bed. He doesn’t dare lay on John’s side. Even when gone, Y/N couldn’t bring himself to mess with John’s things. The bed felt so much bigger. He never notices when John was deployed, but the sudden immortality of it left Y/N no choice but to realize it.
Y/N doesn’t talk about John and no one asked about him. Y/N finds himself forgetting how to say the man’s name, or maybe it’s just because the name has become so foreign to him. He’s forgotten the sound of John’s voice, desperately searching his camera roll for any recording to remind him. He’s forgotten what it felt like to hold him.
Y/N hates he can’t remember now, but it’s become so hard. The only thing he can’t seem to shake is when he found out.
Y/N stares at the ceiling. His hand wrapped around the metal slabs with numbers in the name “John MacTavish” indented onto it. He plays with the dog tags, looking at them, his thumb running over his boyfriend's name. He doesn’t cry. Not this time at least.
Y/N holds the tag up, so the moonlight from the curtain makes the words more visible. He ignores the rest, his focus just on that name. The room was dead silent except for the sound of a dog breathing.
“John MacTavish.” He whispered. Y/N’s nose scrunched up, cringing. It doesn’t sound right anymore.
Y/N kissed it. He then rolls over and puts the dog tags back in the nightstand drawer. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. This catched the dog’s attention. Y/N stands up and puts his shoes on. He clicks his tongue at Angel. “Come on, girl. Get up.”
She happily gets up, excited for a new adventure as she follows Y/N downstairs. Y/N grabs a jacket, quickly putting it on. He puts Angel’s harness and leash on, grabs his wallet, and out he goes.
Y/N has completely convinced himself he’s just getting fresh air. Getting fresh air and buying flowers at a gas station with a light up sign that says “OPEN 24/7”. Getting fresh air and walking a mile away from home. Getting fresh air and standing in front of a rock with that same damn name.
Y/N’s shaky hands lace the flowers in front of the grave. He knows John’s not really buried there, but he can pretend. He sat down on the damp grass, Angel using this as a chance to try and lick his face to which Y/N quickly pushed her away.
He stared at the name. He nudged Angel and gestured to the gravestone as if she could understand. “Say hi to him. I bet he misses you so much.” He then chuckled. “Probably mad you have to sleep on the floor now. He’s not around to convince me to let you in the bed anymore.” He teased.
Y/N ruffled the dog’s fur. He then kissed Angel’s head. “I bet you miss him too, huh? Upset you have to live with me instead of him?” He asked. “Well, I miss him too, girl.”
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shadeops21 · 1 year
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MWII Cosplay Guides - Simon "Ghost" Riley
Part two in a series I'm now undertaking in providing the fandom with reference resources for artists and cosplayers alike. The first post, for Sgt John "Soap" Mactavish, can be found here in case you missed it.
Ghost also has three 'core' loadouts seen in the campaign, all visually distinct in terms of clothing and equipment. A reminder that some of what you may see may not be commercially available as it either might be government sales only, or not physically exist in that colour/pattern.
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codpsychwardfare · 4 months
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soap girlfriend agenda
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brewed-pangolin · 3 months
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Convergence
Captain John 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader x Sgt Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish
Another one for @glitterypirateduck SoapItUp Challenge
This was inspired by @shotmrmiller Alternate Ghost AU. Don't know how, but it did. And I thank you dearly for it.
Synopsis: The last place you expect to be thrusted into a time warp is at the grocery store.
WC 783
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Just imagine going about your daily routine at the grocery store.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Casually making small talk with the attendants as you scrutinize the flesh of a large green pepper.
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"You doing the stuffed peppers again?" You smiled at his familiar voice, placing the chosen produce into the plastic bag.
"Yeah. Tried and true. Going easy this weekend," you remark with a friendly glint in your eye.
"Gonna add some jalapeños to the mix. Feeling a bit spicy these last few days."
"Nice touch. Just watch those seeds," he added. Leaning over the enclosure, lining up the peppers in color coded order. "They'll sting like hell if you wipe your eyes after cutting them."
"First hand experience?"
"Many."
Your chest jumped slightly with a huff at his honest admission. Extending your hand to grab a a few similarly sized packed greens.
You noticed the slight shift in air as you placed the bag into your cart. A silent hum in the back of your ear. The sudden sensation of a presence beside you, causing you to jolt and spin your head on a swivel.
"S'cuse me, love," the man says. Voice smooth, low. Wrapped like twine in a thick Scottish brogue. "Tryin' ta get tha pepper."
"Oh. I'm so sorry." You step back, hands on your chest with a furthering apology on your lips. Yet all movement and speech seem to halt as you meet the icy blue of his gaze.
"No need for apologies," he affirms with a casual smile. "Peppers are n'popular demand, yeah?"
You nod. Barely.
A whispered 'yeah' escaping your lips. The world turning into a blur as you lose yourself in the pull of his eyes.
You felt like a spring fawn. Every nerve tingling, every sense in overdrive. The hum in the back of your ears growing more strident. Pulsing. Flowing to meet a cadence that synchronized with the fluttering beat of your heart.
"Y'alright, love?" He asked. Low timbre vibrating within the shell of your ears. "Ya seem a bit shaken. Dinnae mean ta make ya nervous."
"No no no," you gasped, words rolling off your tongue like rolling rocks. "Just caught off guard. Surprised, y'know?"
"Aye. Ya sure? Ya tremblin a bit."
"I'm fine. Thank you. Enjoy your pepper."
Spinning on your heels, you jolt your cart forward. Leaving the enigmatic man with his chosen peppers to free your mind from within his trance like grip.
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'What the fuck?' You mouth, inspecting a carton of milk like a scientist with a microscope. "Enjoy your pepper. What kind of dumbass says that?" You mutter under your breath, scolding yourself for your lack of composure while making your way to the snack aisle.
You hadn't planned on getting anything too unhealthy, but that sudden interaction changed your cravings to something more savory. Needing a bite to rid the taste of stupidity from your tongue.
You stood like an overwhelmed peasant in the aisle. Eyes scanning over the vast array of brightly colored bags and designs. Trying to focus on one that caught your attention, yet none seemed to pull at you. Ensnare you.
Nothing like the pull of his gaze.
A sudden perk of interest to a bag at eye level brought you back. And just as your fingers wrapped around the crinkling bag, that distant hum returned. Reverberating in the base of your earsdrums and slowly trickled down to the base of your spine.
"Nice, lass. Thems always a good choice," the voice called, forcing you to spin in shock from being pulled out of yet another daze.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Uh, not quite," he replied. A confident snark in his voice, dripping with an accent that was all too familiar yet more distinctive to a younger man.
The hum began to bellow deeply within your ears. What was once a distant buzz now echoed in the crevices, defeaning all sounds of the aisle, the store. Encapsulating you within its vibrations as your eyes moved ever so slowly to meet his.
You froze. Again. Second time in less than twenty minutes.
Bright cerulean orbs staring with a vigor and lust for life unlike any you had ever seen.
Similar to the icy blues earlier, yet wholly different. Lacking the poise and wisdom of a lifetime of trial and error. Yet, still held a strong grip of determination and control within the fibers of his irises.
"Y'alright, lass?" He asked. The silent rumble in his throat shifted the air, letting it heave down onto your soul until you were unable to move. Unable to think.
All you could was feel.
And you felt like a lamb at dawn on the eve of the spring slaughter.
Yeah. So, this happened....🤷‍♀️
Captain MacTavish Masterlist
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From left to right
Nikolai
Captain John Price
Lt. Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Sgt. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Corporal Edouard 'Grizzly' Petit (OC)
Sgt. John 'Soap' MacTavish
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mockerycrow · 11 months
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Sgt. John Soap MacTavish
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cod masterlist - crow’s mega masterlist
☁️ = fluff || ⛈️ = angst || 🔥 = sexual content
Soap Kiss Headcanons ☁️
Undercover Series Masterlist (GN!Reader) ☁️⛈️
Summary: You were working an undercover operation, formed by the CIA and MI6, under the guise of being a sympathizer of Makarov’s beliefs and actions. After spending years as this fake persona, Makarov figures you out. You’re found in one of Makarov’s warehouses, beaten and half-dead— found by the 141. As far as they know, you were one of Makarov’s right hands.
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
“I thought we were past this.” ☁️
Mark Me Up (Please) - GN!Reader 🔥
Sub!Soap With A Pain Kink (GN!Reader) 🔥
July 2023 Smut Prompt Masterlist 🔥
Soft Moments (GN!Reader) ☁️
Sub Moments (GN!Reader) 🔥
Payphone (GN!Reader) ⛈️
Mine, Oh Mine (GN!Reader) ☁️
I Want It (GN!Reader) 🔥
I See You Everywhere (GN!Reader) ⛈️
Karma (Fem!Reader) ☁️🔥
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