#soap as youre bestie

[plantwreastler]

Being soap’s bestie headcanons

- i Can imagin him giving off a Big brother Vibe, in that sense that he WILL beat anyone up that fucks with you

-is always by youre side, and you two spill all of the tea together

-very competive, will teach you new games and sports, and learn you good tecniques just so he Can win

-favorite game is mariocart

-no questions asked, its mariocart

-will make lots of bets, hoping that he might win a ice cream or two

-MOVIE NIGHTS! its a must, cheesy romances, horrors, action, you name it any type of movies is on the list, you gotta Watch it all.

- if you get annoying, he will swing you over his shoulder and just carry you away

-Big roller coaster fan

-as soon as you get a bf/gf he will have the bestfriend talk with them

-FaceTime 24/7 and yes he will still FaceTime you if hes shitting, he dont Care, hes Got stuff to tell you

-random late night calles, to tell you somthing stupid he just did WILL be a Big part og youre friendship

- he def has a dog, and Call you aunt/onkel around it, since hes the parent and youre basicly his sibling

-his parents has almost adoptere you anyway, you know where everything is, you know what he do and what he dont have in the fridge, you know that he hides the good ice creams in the back of it and so on.

-Will tekst you “but pookie🥺” if you tell him no to a stupid ass ideer hes had and decided to tekst you abt at 2 am

- clingy ass hell but we love him for it

-is a trash cook, but the grilled cheese MASTER

-buys the most random shit just cuz he thinks its funny as hell

-he Will dis you in scottish, for that one reason, that you dont understand it and cant come with a comeback

-hes the type of person to push you in the water, and then feel bad and make you hot chocolate

-very hyper

-very loud

-very loving

-you for sure have one of the most stupid, uncreative names known to man on his phone

-you also have a VERY bad photo that shows up everytime you call

-he Will sing for/to you every and any time he gets the chance, and yes it is shitty, but you got some stupid vidios of him now

-you tell eachother everything. No doubts in that AT ALL.

.if you like this post I Will take it as you waiting more so yea.

Like if you want more.

#cod #call of duty #soap mw2 #johnny mactavish #headconon #headcanons #soap #soap as youre bestie

[temeyes]

I just followed you just because you're also Filipino. Amazing art btw ;))

omg a fellow filipino?!?!?!?

lezgo kabayan HAHAHHAHAHAHAh

#sorry bestie that your dashboard will be filled with idiot army gays #pero finollow mo ko eh so sure ako na okay lang sayo yun HAHAHAHAH #answered asks #juciybeef #my art #2023 #call of duty #tf141 #task force 141 #141 #ghost cod #soap cod #gaz cod #price cod

[geasthewritingrat]

Soap: imagine playing Pokémon Soap: thats a little bit gay Gaz: im a little bit gay, Soap Soap: i know you are Soap: gay boy

#incorrect quotes #incorrect cod #cod incorrect quotes #incorrect cod quotes #theyre besties your honour #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john mactavish #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick

[cheeze-leweez]

after a few drinks the sergeants will start playing gay chicken with each other, and it will end with ghost getting jealous

#my art #procreate #cod mw2 #cod fanart #john soap mactavish #gaz cod #theyre besties #kyle gaz garrick mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 soap #141 headcanons #if you don’t make out with your friends are they really your friends?

[thepixelagora]

Desert boys p2

Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6, Page 7, Page 8, Page 9

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#feel absolutely free to interpret this as gazsoap if you wish #i am not the police #im ghoap for life but like live your life bestie #mw #cod mw2 #cod art #soap's journal #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #fake guns real gays #tw injury #cw injury

[mamawasatesttube]

Timkon shower together and people think they’re having sexy times when in reality they’re giving each other shampoo mohawks and bubble beards and singing songs from their fav musicals

#answers #Anonymous #probably not at the same time (i can't imagine the soap/shampoo makes for a super pleasant experience) but i mean theyre freaks so idk! #but yes they absolutely have a fun and silly time with each other. besties man <3 #but also also i do think tim experiences emotions the first couple of times it happens bc. The Intimacy #and the Acts of Service re: kon washing his hair #the tenderness and the intimacy of it all. his touch starved ass is NOT immune #tim: tearing up bc he might not cry about any of his trauma but happiness gets him #kon: oh fuck did i get shampoo in your eye im SO sorry--

[tigerop]

#cw video #Horangi and who tbh #(idk why im getting Soap vibes??? soap besties what are your card game hcs lmAO)

[mistress-elizabeth]

christoph giving paul relationship advice like "look to me as an example, don't give up!"

chrissy... you blackmailed his sister into staying with you. specifically by using his life as a leverage and staging a break-in to their ailing grandmother's house. then you tried to kidnap his sister and she almost accidently killed herself trying to escape you. and then she faked her death to escape you! after almost actually dying in a car crash while she was fleeing from you!! then you kidnapped her again and shot at her lover who was also your son and paul's bestie.                                                                                                     almost all your relationships failed and it was your fault...you're have been breaking up two marriages...you're the last person to give out relationship advice

#sturm der liebe #also as a side note #i liked original paul more #traummann paul is just sorta...meh #i disliked tim more but he's not the catch they're framing him as #yes you didn't cheat on her with that ons #but you were two-timing her and your longtime girlfriend #i feel like they screwed up his character this season #not just by making him christoph's bestie/'ziehson' but also everything relationship-wise #anyway that were quite a lot of opinions about a german afternoon soap #my post #german stuff #german tv

[boiledegghole]

smell review of my plushies (all gifted to me by my dearest friends and family, except for the pink tiny one, which i made myself as a fucked up little voodoo doll pincushion)

#hollow knight #silksong #the 2 big ones are totally bootlegged. i love them dearly but it is simply a fact #thats probably why they smell so shockingly bad. i swear i disinfected them when my grandma gave them to me #my pink one is hand soap smell bc once i put her in my mouth on a discord call for the comedic value and then washed her in the sink #the lace n hornet ones were made by my bestie and they smell like my besties house. not a bad smell bc i love my friends 👍 #disclaimer: the myla actually smells very faintly of hazelnut chocolate #when she was given to me on my birthday she was delivered to me in a bag full of delectable ferrero rochers #i highly recommend smelling things you care about in your life. it's fun and can tell you things

[toshidou]

writing the bios/background for my OCs in the Viper fic series, and i am already so in love with them

#they're so badass #especially the captain #GOD #writing OCs is so fun why did no one tell me this #anyway Macintosh is my new goofy baby i love him so much #and jane is a boss bitch do Not fuck with her #she will steal your heart AND your life away from you #anyway im setting this up for Macintosh and Soap are going to be besties #their single goal is to drive their captains to utter despair #and i love that for them #SKDKSKD

[pinkseas]

ALSO omg i forgor to tell u this but the other day i was behind this car on the highway w a big sticker of the little white bird guy who used to be ur icon a while back and i got so excited. holy shit. aly car!

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG aly car bird car !!!!!! i love the little punpun icons so bad and seeing punpun is so. like. theres the excitement and the "aww thats cute" immediately followed by the "god that is Such a red flag" which is so funny to me... my favorite red flag media ever

#told a bestie abt how i wanted a punpun ita bag at somepoint #and he immediately went awww your red flag bag #i fucking choked #and whenever i see artists selling merch i go omg... fuck yeah....... and Then. #then i go wow they have witnessed The Horrors #soap tag

[indulgentdaydream]

BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BESTIE

what about a tired and very touch-starved jason wakes up at like 2pm and fem!reader is out of bed??? and he comes and finds them and throws them over his shoulder and brings them back to bed???? because why would you leave jaybean by himself????? unnacceptable???

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAT

And the idea of people waiting for my requests to be open is so weird like… what do you mean you wanna read my writings and hear my thoughts??? Y’all make me smile so much I swear

Side note: I’m so sorry this is a month late. And then also another day late than I said I would post.

Side side note: if y’all saw me post this without the photo header…. No you didn’t

M.I.A

Jason Todd x gn!Reader || Domestic Fluff || Word Count: 758

Warnings: not completely proofread. Gun mention.

Jason’s pulled himself out of a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, though something eerily close.

It was one of those rare nights that he had off of patrol. One he where the two of you got to eat dinner together, watch some TV, get ready for bed, then fall asleep in your shared bed. He enjoyed the chances when he got them.

He laid on his stomach under the comfortably heavy duvet. His left arm was bent beneath his pillow, his hand grazing the hidden .44 he had convinced you to let him keep there, the other arm laying in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, clinging to his last tendrils of sleep.

All he needed was you back in his arms and his dreams would turn good again, filled with the smell of your soap and hints of faded perfume.

Slowly, he stretches his right arm out across the sheets, sleepily searching for your form. It drags along the sheets, his entire body only half-asleep.

He’s aware that there’s this… itch in his skin. Not a physical itch. An itch that can only be satisfied by having your arms around him again.

Jason Todd doesn’t count sheep. He counts your heart beats or your breathing. Sometimes both.

He must be laying further to the edge of his side of the bed than he thought. Usually, he doesn’t have to reach this far to get to you when you two drift apart in your sleep.

His hand grazes the wall. His eyes shoot open.

You aren’t in bed.

He pushes himself up with his elbows. A tired, confused, and slightly panicked frown settled on his face, his hair mussed up and flat on one side of his head.

The bedroom window is closed. The door is cracked open.

Then he notices the sound of the tap running in the kitchen.

Jason gets up and out of bed, moving languidly. He pads his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

His eyes squint at the light you had turned on as he stands in the doorway. All foggy panic he felt before faded away at the sight of you, filling a glass with water, standing in one of his shirts.

He shuffles his feet. A purposeful noise that he wouldn’t otherwise make as he went about his day, one to get your attention.

You turn around, your glass of water in your hand. You take notice of your boyfriend’s large stature filling the entryway, a sleepy pout on his lips. You give him a smile. He can tell you're trying not to laugh at his fatigued state.

“Want a glass, too?”

Jason shakes his head. He makes his way across the kitchen, his brows still furrowed against the light.

He just wants you back in bed with him.

He reaches for your glass after you sip from it. You hand it to him. Jason takes the cold glass in his right hand, bends down a little, and wraps his left arm tight around the bottom of your bum. He stands back up, now with you draped over his shoulder.

You squeal out a fit of laughter, "Jay!"

He flicks off the light as he exits the kitchen, makes his way back into the hall, then kicks the door to your bedroom shut as he carries you in.

Gently, he sets you back down on the edge of the bed. Once you're properly seated, he hands your water back for you to finish. Seeing your bright smile makes his own lips tug into a small one.

Jason rakes his hands through his hair as you drink. He rubs his hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes from a moment, trying to shake a bit of the sleep still clinging to him.

You hand him back the nearly finished glass of water. He watches you shuffled back under the covers, moving over to the wall-side. Your side. He finishes off the last two gulps of your water and sets the glass on the night stand.

He follows you under the covers, immediately pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your cheek and drops his head into the crook of your neck, an arm draped around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. He kisses your shoulder and gently squeezes your waist once.

Your arms settle around him, "If you wanted cuddles you could’ve just asked, you know."

Jason only grumbles an incoherent response. He shuffles and presses closer to you, holding you tight.

You kiss his forehead and Jason starts to count.

Ahh!! I hope you like! This is lowkey rushed.

Also you can catch my personal headcanon of how Jason WILL keep his bed, with or without you in it, as far away from the window and door as possible. And you best believe that when you two share, you're getting the wall side so he can act as a barrier for any possible danger that may come in.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fic #dc #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood #jason todd x you #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x reader #red hood x you #cw gun mention #dc x reader #dc fic #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd x male!reader #jason todd x gn!reader #missy writes

[bluegiragi]

What are some of your favorite fan fiction writers for Call of Duty?

in no particular ranking/order (and letting you know A LOT OF these authors write extremely explicit p0rn. read the tags):

queeniegalore (literally noone writes ghostsoap like queenie man, her fic called The Spaces Between The Light is my forever comfort read)

MildLimerence (literally the GOAT of this fandom, i swear she's written a solid 30% of everything i've ever read in cod, and i've read her entire catalog maybe 3 times over at this point)

noxmajor (their Seven-Year Itch fic broke my heart and put it back together again)

ANTchan (*coughs* iykyk)

applepieces (*coughs harder but in bottom!ghost*)

surveycorpsjean (writes for a ton of fandoms and is generally just an incredible witer, but their cod fic Poison Apple i think has the most kudoses in the entire tag and it's for good reason)

prettyunhinged (bestie)

congee4lunch (wrote solemn prayer, poppy in my hair which is so painfully domestic and lovely. they've moved on from cod and write for rw&rb now, so don't bother them and ask them for more)

thirteenbullets (writes a lot of ghostsoap hurt/comfort, my favourite is side by side)

kaijusalad (fell in love with i like you alive, continue to fall in love with every additional fic they write about these freaks)

highlonesome (for all your catholic soap and asshole ghost needs. the pain kink is strong with these two.)

#reminder: if literally any of you bother these wonderful writers i will nuke this post from orbit <3 #go be nice #leave a kudos and a kind comment #and dont mention me <3 just show them some love

[ghosts-cyphera]

╰﹒ price's wife = the wife of 141

warnings/content: 18+! 141 x fem!reader. dubcon: sex under the influence of alcohol, unprotected sex, blowjobs, anal, mentions of cum and spit, male masturbation ??? just... everything, really. buckle up, besties. mdni!

being price's cute little tradwife would mean that he'd share you with the rest of 141, too. it wasn't his plan at first: he had never thought of it until he had seen the way that they had all looked at you. 

gazes lingering on your frame for just a while too long. tongues wetting their lips as they towered over you, grinning as you laughed, soft and sweet, at something they'd said. your eyes sparkling, your glossed lips tugging into one of those smiles that filled the pit of price's stomach with butterflies each time he saw it on your features.

you knew how to make everyone around you feel special, no matter if you meant to do it or not. and slowly but surely, they all had begun to ask about you: about whether or not you'd be joining them for drinks that evening. about your plans for price's vacation. 

"takin' our lass somewhere warm?" johnny grinned, wetting his lips. "send us boys a postcard or a picture of our bonnie layin' on the beach, will ye?"

where price had expected to feel a touch of jealousy, he instead found himself feeling something so much deeper. excitement; burn at the thought of them enjoying you just as much as he did.

you were good, and sweet, and kind.

your love was endless and unconditional: the type of love that healed wounds one didn't know they had in the first place. your lips soft, your eyes twinkling, your touch nothing short of damn heaven: a woman like you made to be loved by so much more than just a single man. 

so why not four?

and after months of watching their need for you grow day by day, price gave in.

inviting you to dance with the boys in your living room. grinning, as he encouraged ghost to draw you into his lap: to let his fingers play with yours as you drank yourself silly, your husband handing you a new glass each time you downed the previous one.

price humming with warm agreement, as gaz pulled you to him and let his lips ghost a kiss on your forehead. so soft and gentle, careful to not scare you off. 

though his permission for them to touch you had not been explicit, they'd all known: had seen it in the way that he had looked at you and them, brow raised in his amusement.

help yourself to her, lads.

and so, they did. 

you were so drunk that your words were slightly slurring: eyes twinkling as the three men were suddenly all over you. his little wife so confused, yet so happy—you always were when you were drunk. so gullible, so easy to influence.

the drunken words of encouragement from their lips tangled together: their hands suddenly all over you, nearly impossible to keep track of.

it was ghost who called you our darlin', wasn't it?

soap who promised to be so gentle with you, not wanting to hurt their little lass. wanting to make sure that you could take it all.

gaz whose hands were kneading your hips, as his lips brushed against your earlobe. 'gonna fuck you so good, love.'

your gaze searched for that of price, yet all he did was raise an amused brow with a cigar hanging from his lips. lounging on the couch of your living room, cock pressing against the soft material of his pants.

be good, his eyes told you. make your husband proud, bunny.

and so you did. working so damn hard on your knees: the three greedy men taking their time with you as they fucked your throat in turns, grinning as they watched your mascara run down your pretty little cheeks. price's little wife exhausted yet glowing: eyes looking up at them as they slapped their cocks against your cheeks and watched you suck and lick on their balls, drops of precum messing up your pretty hair. 

so fucking good for them, weren't you?

price's good little wife. 

their sweet little slut.

though your thoughts were clouded from the alcohol rushing through your system, your body responded in all the ways that you knew made price proud of you. your thighs glimmering with your arousal, your lips parting in the warmest and softest of moans and gasps, as their hands palmed your throbbing cunt and tore off your panties and dress.

so greedy in the way that they forced your breasts on full display. mouths and hands attacking your sensitive nipples: low, rumbling laughs making you clench your thighs together, as you struggled to stay standing from the way that they were passing you between the three.

faster than you understood, you found yourself perched up on the coffee table. on your hands and knees, eyes aligned with those of price, as his hand moved to your lips.

"spit, sweetheart."

you did: your brows furrowing as price used your spit as lubricant, his hand moving to his cock as he laid back on the couch and touched himself.

touched himself to the sight of his squad mates going to fucking town with you. a cock—whose, you did not know nor did it matter—sliding into your drenched cunt, merciless in the way that it stretched you wide and open with a single snap of his hips. another one at your mouth, pressing against it: sliding in, impatient, as soon as you parted your lips. burying itself deep down your throat.

"keep your eyes open, bunny," price groaned, voice touched with dark amusement. "the boys wanna see you when they fuck you, don't they? wanna see what a damn good woman they've got."

the tip of johnny's cock pressed against your second hole, and your eyes widened from the realization. 

"it's not her first time," price chuckled, eyes never leaving yours. "she's never taken one in each hole, but she can handle it. can't you, love?"

your brows knitting, you nodded your head. no use in trying to talk with gaz's cock pushing deeper down your throat—his fingers tangling in your hair, as johnny pushed in. 

inch by inch as you focused on your breathing: your eyes locked with those of your husband. and you managed. of course you managed. you were price's good little wife, and his good little wife was made for taking three cocks simultaneously.

was made for pleasuring his friends, now fucking losing it on you. fucking into you as you moaned and mewled: as you came again and again, shaking and sobbing around them. covered in your own arousal and their cum, their spit, and your tears of sheer overwhelming pleasure.

and as they were finally done, it was clear to all five of you.

by then, you were no longer the wife of captain john price.

you were the sweet little wife of the entire 141.

masterlist | requests are open 💌

#what am I doing lmao? I'm logging off for the next three days. I'm off the hinges my loves. off the fucking hinges. #john price x reader #141 x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

[irregulardongyoung]

We Need You Back

TW : none.

What if you left the military because of health issue and decided to sign yourself back to college. Maybe you used to go to college but stop because of financial problem.

Working in the SAS for so many years means big paycheck and you’re barely having time to indulge yourself in luxury because of missions. It has made your bank account fat with money that you barely touch over the years. You don’t have to do any work or part time, just focus on studying.

One day, while you’re in class, suddenly all the window got shatter and door got forced open by bunch of men in military gear. Your professor look around in panic and anxiousness. On instinct, you reach for your knife that you hide in your boots but stop your movement when your eyes catches the familiar faces.

A bearded man with bucket hat approach you carefully, face stern but eyes soften as he took your form. “Sergeant Y/L/N,” Captain Price, your idol and the one who has help you many times, greeted you.

“Captain. I would say it’s good to see you but the circumstances seems to not be looking good...” you eyed the busted door on the corner of your eyes and also saw your former lieutenant, Ghost, standing there with your favorite mohawk guy, Soap and your bestie bug boy, Roach.

“Yeah... Sorry about the commotion, but we need you back.” Price said while Garrick hand you a bulletproof vest with a ‘sorry’ smile. At least he’s guilty, somewhat.

You heard whispers and looks from your new friends and the other students but all you can see/feel is the silent hopeful gazes of your old comrades.

You sighed out loud before grabbing the vest and putting it on, effortlessly. “Who’s the target?”

Ghost smirk under his mask, not worried at all since he knew you’ll be back. (Lies. He was worried you’ll decline and has loss sleep over it.)

Price smile knowingly and hand you a handgun while Soap goes to the professor to give them Laswell’s number for repairment.

Note : i do want to write this, but feel free to add your blurb too!

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[ghouljams]

hey bestie listen. I’ve just learned about glove decorum in the regency era. wearing gloves was insanely important and rich women had like a gazillion of them. but anyway apparently letting a man take your glove off was akin to rawdogging it in public and I was like “oh König would. nasty bitch” my question is who else in the regency au would do that

FUCKING ALL OF THEM BESTIE

König tugs your glove off as you walk through his gardens, your royally assigned chaperone looks the other way as he raises your hand to his lips to kiss your bare knuckles. You freeze when his tongue darts out to trace between your fingers, warm and wet, and darkly promising when his teeth scrape your skin. He pulls your glove off at your very public proposal as well, just so he can "see the way the ring looks against your skin." His thick fingers are tight around your wrist to keep your from nervously pulling away, and he dares anyone to say anything when he turns your hand over to kiss the soft skin of your wrist.

Price tugs your glove off under the table at a dinner party. His fingers tracing over yours, enjoying the soft skin. You can only be glad that the table cloth covers the way he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand. It would be proper for you to pull your hand away and pull your glove back on, but proper doesn't make your stomach flutter the way Price's fingers do. He traces a gentle "L-O-V-E" against your palm and you have to stop from giggling. Neither of you look at each other, merely continue your separate conversations with the understanding that you're both terribly, improperly, in love.

Soap has no problem tugging your glove off at a party after someone bumps into you and your drink spills over your glove. You're engaged, what does he care if people think it's rude? You smack him just hard enough to maintain your dignity, and he grabs your bare hand to hold it against his cheek, excitement twinkling in his eyes. You've never been more sure of your impending demise than when you see him smile against your palm.

Ghost pulls your glove off in the sitting room of your family home. He quietly studies your hand, tracing his fingers over the hills and valleys of your knuckles, around the blunt edge of your nails, around the sides of each finger. It's like he can't stop from touching you, from observing every inch of you down to the smallest scrap of skin. He turns your hand over to trace the lines of your palm, his nail gently following the whorls of your finger prints as he stares at your skin. You take his hand to measure your own against it, and he curls his fingers over yours, slips them between yours to hold your hand. His eyes shine with affection. He covers your bare hand with his, two big hands concealing your lack of a glove, when your maid brings in tea.

Gaz "notices a tear" in your glove and offers you his while you walk through the park. You offer him your hand to show you where the supposed tear is, and he very kindly pinches the seam and pulls it apart. You curl your fingers against his hand when he tugs your glove off, his eyes linger on your ring finger and you both enjoy the warmth of the other's skin. He's much slower helping you fit his gloves onto your bare hand. "You may as well walk around with a matching pair," He tells you, pulling your other glove off to replace with his own. His fingers dip under the far too loose band to stroke your bare wrist as you finish your walk.

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish x reader #john #soap x reader #john price x reader #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #f!reader #regency au #König #König x reader