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alwaysshallow · 5 months

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johnny marks you all over with hickeys when two of you are fake dating: (

it's honestly irritating for you because he's gonna do it not only in the calm space of your apartment, but also in public, when you're out eating dinner with him - a part of an "act", too.

"ye want to sell it, aye? 'm a very passionate person," he says, and you have no other choice, but to accept it. you have to pay price for your debt, and the only way to do it is listening to him.

except, johnny knows it and takes advantage of it. he's not even hesitating to claim you in front of everyone that doesn't know about the deal. good guy that looks at you, clearly with a want to talk to you? out.

he starts biting you too:( not very violently, but your fingers becomes a toy for him, as well as your shoulder, where you have his tooth mark that is healing up bc he bit it bloody. he always somehow manages to pull you away from the idea to cover it.

#soap x reader #soap x you #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #cod x reader #soap cod #soap imagines #call of duty #johnny mactavish #soap mactavish #x reader

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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He felt her moving even before she started moving, heavy arms wrapping around her waist to pin her against him. She gave a sleepy laugh, trying to untangle herself from him. “Babe, I gotta go pee.”

“Pee later,” he muttered against her neck, already throwing a leg over hers. “Wanna cuddle.”

“Baaaaaaaaabe,” she giggled, trying to no avail to free herself. “I gotta goooooooo.”

“Noooooooo,” he mocked back, burying his head in the pillow. “Stay with me and cuddle”

She dissolved into laughter and resigned herself to her fate. “At least let me roll over so I can see your handsome face.”

There was a moment of stillness. “…Promise you won’t run when I open my arms?”

“I promise!” she chirped. “Scouts honor.”

“Alright,” he agreed, unwinding his arms and legs. “I trust you. You better not break—”

The second, his grip slackened, she bolted, hurtling off the side of the bed and into the bathroom, cackling as he started to groan and whine about, “Being betrayed by his most lovely.”

She returned shortly to see him face down in the bed, still groaning and she crawled onto the mattress, laying on his back as she dug her hands under his chest. “I’m sorry, babe,” she murmured, turning her head to lay on the expanse of his shoulder blades. “I had to go tinkle.”

“You left me.”

“I know,” she pouted, kissing his back. “You had to spend two minutes in bed without me. I’m so sorry.”

“Now you’re mocking me.”

“I do it because I love you.” She squeezed his sides. “C’mon handsome, lemme see you.” He turned his head and gave her a pout. “I love you,” she grinned, and he looked away, a smile turning up the corner of his lips.

“Love you more.”

She rested her head back on his shoulders. “I love you most.”

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vintagemulti · 1 year

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a psa for those writing for johnny “soap” mctavish

as much as a love the works you’re all writing, a lot of people really don’t know how to write a scottish character (and that’s ok !!!! we get like no rep so) so as a scottish writer, i figured i should help you guys out a little bit.

dialogue

johnny has a VERYYY strong accent as i’m sure anyone can work out

however this doesn’t mean he’s suddenly speaking a different language

yes, a lot of slang is used and for a basic definition of scottish slang and how they should be used; use this ! if you have no idea of slang i’d recommend reading through every word

although we like to use slang, i can promise you that if we’re with someone that wouldn’t understand a word of it / someone who’s first language isn’t english, we wouldn’t speak fully scot (for example if johnny was speaking to alejandro or rudy)

there’s absolutely nothing to suggest he can speak gaelic. yeah i know this is an obvious one but i have seen a few people slip gaelic into his dialogue and that’s super duper inaccurate

barely anyone in scotland speaks gaelic (unless you’re up very high north or maybe in the isles). it’s actually almost an extinct language because the english pretty much wiped it out when we got colonised.

something i love to see is when he mumbles little scottish things under his breath. accurate af.

we say shite more than shit. and never ever will a scottish person say ass. it’s arse all the way.

we don’t call people (especially if you’re sleeping with someone !!!!) lass. or lassie. we call kids that.

pet names are normally along the lines of love, hen (my personal fave), sweetheart, little lady, bonnie (sometimes)

also, shagging is sex. shag, shagged, shagger. yeah.

mum not mom. maw, more commonly.

all that being said he does use a loottttt of slang so honestly go ham i love seeing scots language get used because it’s not been used in fanfic like ever before

culture

seen a few people write soap going mad for st andrews day

yeah no we don’t to that lol i barely every remember that it’s actually st andrews day

also, we aren’t all completely versed on celtic mythology. i could barely tell you the first thing about it.

in scotland we’re all kind of touchy, like we’ll greet people with a hug and stand weirdly close to each other so if that’s something you’re writing about it’s important to note that our personal space is really small

not sure where people get this idea from but scotland isn’t all sheep and highlands and fairies and like little huts

yes we have that but we’re a really modern nation and wayyy to many people have a weird perception of scotland

my man is literally from like glasgow (his accent sounds glasgow but don’t quote me on that) he’s not a farmer or anything

we swear. a lot.

KILTS. not skirts, very common to wear in scotland to events like weddings, christenings, anything formal really.

cunt isn’t a horrible word i literally everyone a cunt, sometimes it’s used affectionately

misc.

if you’re gonna write about scottish politics i beg you research it. johnnys probably pro independence and an SNP voter. google it for context

we’re really loud. and we talk really fast. yes, other characters are gonna be confused af

irn bru !!!!!!!!! it’s a scottish drink and ive seen one person mention it and i just about cried i loved it

in scotland you can vote at 16 and join the army at 16 if that’s relevant to you

if you’re going to write about something you don’t know anything about, either do research or ask someone scottish (im more than happy to help!!)

please don’t take these as complaints or anything !! it’s just very very off putting to see people make massive misconceptions and conclusions about scotland! i love that we’re finally getting some hype. anyways ask about anything!! <3

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multific · 1 year

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Soap NSFW Alphabet

John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Johnny's aftercare is just perfect, he gets all soft and gentle, kissing the bruises that are yet to form, kissing you, running his hands up your thighs and back, softly talking about how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Ass.

John would hardly be able to choose a part which is his favourite, he loves all of you, but he had a thing for your ass. And taking you from behind was something he absolutely adored.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On your ass is one of his things, coating you in his cum is a proof of who you belong to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

John likes roleplay.

And he has a hero kink.

If he can play with the thought that he is saving you and you call him your hero, he would get hard in an instant.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re

doing?)

Before he joined the team, he had many lovers, not too many though. He would know what he's doing but he wouldn't call himself that experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. From behind.

Taking you from behind so he can see your ass bounce as he pounds you or as you move back on him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, always but he could be goofy if he wants to.

He prefers to be serious because he has so limited time with you, he doesn't want to waste any.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dark hair for sure, but he always take the time to shave before he goes to see you. He does let it grow out during missions though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate.

Love-making is his speciality he would often say, and he does not lie.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Of course, it happens during lonely nights.

He would touch himself imagining you are with him and doing it to him. He would be quiet, or as quiet as he can be.

One of the sexiest sights to see his pants by his ankle, his shirt rolled up as he bites down on the fabric while he fists his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding.

Even if he has a condom on, the thought of filling you to the brim and watching it slowly ooze out of you is a sight to behold.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bed.

Something extremely domestic about how he is so fixated on having you in bed.

But he does like quickies though. He likes to bend you over the table or put you up on the countertop.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wearing his shirt. But he does have a favourite dress of yours. A beautiful nice black short dress.

But the domestic sight of you in the kitchen preparing food or just ironing his shirts can turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you in any form. One time you tried choking, and it left bruises. He hated the sight. So, while you liked when he was rough, he would never do things like choking after that day. He was too afraid he would lose control one day.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Of course, he loves to see you on your knees for him but he prefers to get lost in your cunt. He loves giving oral, making you feel amazing, and smelling your arousal.

He always eats you out before he fucks you. He's like a starved man.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Limited by the time and depending on his mood he changes the pace.

When he arrives home after a long mission, he is always slow and sensual, making sure you feel absolutely every snap of his hips.

But when he is about to leave, he is quick and a little rough.

Fucking you into the mattress so you do not think of any other men ever.

Not like you would.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not too often but it does happen.

For him, quickies are mainly when he suddenly feels possessive or you just look way too good in his shirt one morning and he just has to have you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would be open if you wanted to try something out, and he is not shy to bring in his own ideas.

As long as you are both comfortable, he is down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Many.

Too many. So many in fact he can still go after you black out. He could go for rounds and rounds not letting you catch a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or

themselves?)

He is not big on toys.

He prefers to use his own cock instead of a dildo but he is not opposed to you having some. He understands you need them when he's not there to help.

One thing he does like is the buttplugs. Seeing you have one in or even just the thought drives him wild.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease or be teased.

But it does make things a lot more interesting whenever you are out and you or he start it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots and lots of grunts.

His voice in your ear, with that accent of his calling your name. He likes it when you are loud but he does make noise himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Johnny's extremely possessive.

He knows you'd never leave him, yet he still has a feeling in his stomach whenever you laugh at one of Ghost's terrible jokes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice thick and long cock.

Johnny knows he is big and he knows how to use his impressive member.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Given his line of work, he knows how to control himself. But it's hard when you are right there.

During those times he always has to touch you in some way.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always waits for you to fall asleep on his chest first. He prefers to make sure you are warm and comfortable after sex.

But it does happen sometimes that he falls asleep first. During those times, you just watch him as he sleeps.

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celestialsun888 · 1 year

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Headcannons: Ghost & Soap

@celestialsun888

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Pairing(s)/Characters: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn! reader

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Word Count: 258

Synopsis: It’s all true, they told me!

★ TW: None <33 Stupid and silly if anything. Established friendships with them!

✒ Authors Note: heheheh. I think being friends with them would be so fun!⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Ghost most definitely indulges in baths as a ‘guilty’ pleasure. He enjoys soaking in a nice warm bubble bath. You once even heard him playing classical music.

Soap is the type of person who cuts the crust off his sandwiches.

Ghost is most def the type that eats the cut off crusts (big boys gotta eat!)

Soap enjoys acting out musicals numbers with you, singing and dancing around while Ghost gets second hand embarrassment.

You and soap have most definitely gone through Ghosts’ mask collection and tried them on mockingly. “Foap!” you both giggle.

When Ghost finds out you touched his things you blame it on Soap being a bad influence. Ghost would argue that you enable each other.

Once you three got so drunk you listened to Soap tell you the entire history of Scotland.

Ghost mains (dry) bowser in Mario Kart and Soap mains waluigi or yoshi (I know bc they told me duh)

Ghost probably has some weird talent that no one would expect like being suspiciously good at the harmonica or some obscure instrument.

Soap cuts his own hair.

Ghost seems like he has NO TASTE PALATE. Like that mf said “Salt and pepper is all I need”. You & soap bully him about this often.

Ghost is the type to leave a lot of meat on chicken wings and idk why i get that vibe (but it's true bc soap told me.)

Ghost and Soap seem like they would deeply admire you as a friend and teammate. Looking out for you and making sure you are okay.

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sailorsolar12 · 8 months

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Homecoming (Soap Version)

Character: John "Soap" MacTavish

Pairing: Soap x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

John MacTavish had spent the last six months in a war-torn country, facing danger at every turn, and enduring the harshest of conditions. He was a battle-hardened soldier, a skilled operative in the international Special Forces. But now, after what felt like an eternity, he was finally returning home.

As the plane touched down on familiar soil, John's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He hadn't seen his significant other in half a year, and he couldn't wait to wrap them in his arms. He disembarked from the aircraft and made his way through the bustling airport, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The airport was filled with families reuniting, loved ones hugging and laughing, tears of joy streaming down cheeks. John's heart swelled as he watched these scenes unfold, knowing that his own reunion was just moments away.

He stepped out of the airport into the warm embrace of the afternoon sun. His significant other had insisted on picking him up, and they had promised to be there when he arrived. John scanned the crowd, his heart pounding harder with every passing second. And then, a familiar figure caught his eye. Their hair was dyed a vibrant shade of blue, and they wore a t-shirt with a slogan that made John chuckle despite himself. It read, "I survived six months without you – toughest mission ever!"

John couldn't help but break into a grin as they saw each other. He quickened his pace, the duffel bag forgotten as he closed the distance between them. And then, finally, they were in each other's arms. The embrace was tight, full of a longing that words could never express. John buried his face in their hair, inhaling deeply and committing their scent to memory. They held onto each other as if they were afraid to let go, as if the world might steal this moment away from them.

"I can't believe you're finally home," they whispered into his ear, their voice filled with emotion.

"I missed you so damn much," John replied, his voice rough with a mix of relief and overwhelming love.

They pulled back slightly, their eyes locking onto his. "Well, prepare yourself, because I've got a whole list of things planned for us now that you're back."

John raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh really? Do I even want to know what's on that list?"

They laughed, a sound that was like music to John's ears. "Trust me, you're going to love it."

Together, they walked towards the car that was parked nearby. John's significant other took his hand in theirs, their fingers intertwining naturally, as if they were made to fit together. The drive home was filled with easy conversation, catching up on all the little things that had happened during John's absence. They talked about their friends, their work, the latest movies they had seen, and the new restaurant that had opened in town.

When they finally arrived home, John couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. The familiar surroundings, the comforting scent of their shared space – it was all so reassuring after the chaos of the battlefield. As he stepped inside, he looked around, taking in the little changes they had made to the decor, the way their personal touches had made the place feel even more like home.

"So, what's first on the list?" John asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

His significant other grinned mischievously. "Well, first we're going to get you cleaned up. Then, we're going to have a movie night – your choice of film, of course. And after that, I've got a surprise dinner planned."

John raised an eyebrow. "A surprise dinner, huh? Should I be worried?"

They chuckled. "Don't worry, it's nothing too fancy. Just something I've been wanting to cook for you."

As John took a long, hot shower, he couldn't help but reflect on how lucky he was to have someone like them in his life. They had been his rock throughout his deployment, sending him care packages, staying up late to video call despite the time zone difference, and writing him letters that he cherished more than anything. Their unwavering support had kept him going during the toughest of times, and now that he was home, he was determined to make every moment count.

When he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in comfortable lounge pants and a soft t-shirt, he found the living room transformed into a cozy haven. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the couch, and a selection of movies was laid out on the coffee table. His significant other was already nestled on the couch, their eyes lighting up when they saw him.

"Welcome to movie night," they said, patting the spot next to them.

John settled in beside them, the warmth of their presence seeping into his bones. They took turns picking movies, laughing and joking as they debated which one to watch. As the opening scenes of the chosen film played on the screen, John couldn't help but steal glances at his significant other. Their laughter, their expressions – all of it was a reminder of the life he had fought so hard to return to.

After the movie, they moved into the kitchen together, working side by side as they prepared dinner. John watched them move with a sense of familiarity, a sense of comfort that only came from sharing a life with someone. They chatted and joked as they cooked, the tension and distance of the past six months melting away with every shared moment.

Finally, dinner was ready, and they sat down at the table, the food spread out before them. John took a bite of the dish they had prepared, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, this is amazing."

They beamed with pride. "I'm glad you like it."

As they ate, they talked about their plans for the future. John shared his dreams of eventually leaving the battlefield behind, of finding a quieter life where he could be with them without the constant threat of danger. They listened, offering words of encouragement and support, their unwavering belief in him giving him the strength to pursue those dreams.

As the evening turned into night, John found himself feeling more at peace than he had in a long time. The weight of the past months seemed to lift off his shoulders, replaced by a sense of belonging and love. He looked at his significant other, really looked at them, and realized just how lucky he was to have them in his life.

As they curled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, John whispered, "Thank you for waiting for me."

They looked up at him, their eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Always, John. You're home now, and that's all that matters."

And in that moment, as they held each other close, John knew that no matter what challenges the future might hold, as long as he had them by his side, he could face anything with courage and determination. The war had shaped him, but it was love that would heal him and guide him toward a future filled with hope and happiness.

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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

#call of duty #cod imagines #cod masterlist #ghost call of duty #cod modern warfare #captain john price #captain price #soap call of duty #call of duty smut #cod imagine #cod mw3 #cod keegan #john price #cod mwf2 #soap cod #cod mwii #ghost simon riley

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janasrdhr · 7 months

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This is the COD Masterlist. As shown, it features multiple tabs, each designed to facilitate navigation to the particular story of your choice. Please note that a few are yet to be introduced and updated further. Happy reading, lovelies!

⋆ Simon “Ghost” Riley

⤷ Oh baby, Oh baby ⤷ Princess? ⤷ A Night Too Young ⤷ Stay. ⤷ Hiraeth

⤷ Salvation

⋆ John “Soap” MacTavish

⋆ Alejandro Vargas

⋆ Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

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alwaysshallow · 5 months

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why is johnny lowkey ‘when you best friend treats you better than your boyfriend so you end up having a baby by him’ coded

JABHBHARJ HIGHKEY!!! HIGHKEYYYY.

soap stirs the drama between you and your boyfriend just to have you closer to him. like, he can't have his favorite girl with someone who isn't worthy of her, right? he's just thoughtful.

he's all like "awh, he doesn't deserve you, baby" when you whine to him about problems in your relationship; and that's your first mistake here lol. soap's eyes glimmer every time you mention problems because in his mind? he's solution to all of them.

you're sad because your boyfriend said/did something? he's gonna make you laugh. he's gonna watch romcoms with you, noting all the behaviors you like in men. what flowers you like. color. he knows it.

you once sleep with him, completely drunk, and you're absolutely ashamed of what you've done; for half an hour, maybe even more, you apologize to him:(( you're so!! so!! sorry.

except he's not LMAO and he smiles like an idiot because he got you. he coos something about being okay and how it doesn't affect anything because you know each other so so well. like, you don't even have to tell your boyfriend about that! it's between you two! it was once.

except, he lures you into having sex with him again; problems with your boyfriend, only increasing with time, makes you agree to that. you even agree to all non-condom policy because he promises to pull out, but he doesn't do that. instead, your legs are on his shoulder, and he ruts deep into you, growling something about making you a mom.

well, you shouldn't really be surprised when you see two lines on a pregnancy test, right? and you shouldn't be surprised when he's all happy about it, such a contrast to you, frightened what's gonna come.

#exilesanswers #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap smut #john soap mactavish #soap x you #cod x reader #x reader #john soap mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #soap imagines

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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Soap reclined against the back of the metal wall of the plane, eyes dragging from each member of the team until they landed on her. She, oddly enough wasn’t sitting like the others were, contemplating the mission and the risks. In her hands was a small book, about the size of a cigarette holder, perhaps a religious book, but he’d never known her to pray or be religious outright; then again, she wasn’t very open about many things of herself either.

Her eyes drew along the pages, quietly turning them, occasionally shifting with the movement of the plane and he heard lowly, “Keep staring at her like that and she’ll think you like her.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and merely retorted, “Would that be such a bad thing, Lt.?”

Ghost chuckled. “She’ll eat your heart out, Soap.”

“If it’s her, that doesn’t sound like a bad way to go.” He shifted his foot and tapped along the ground, loud enough for her to cock an eyebrow to acknowledge the motion. “Whatcha reading?”

She flipped a page. “A book detailing the capture, trials, and deaths of women during the Salem Witch Trials.”

Soap blinked, eyebrows furrowing together. “…Why?”

“She’s tryna figure out why they didn’t catch her back then,” Ghost chirped and her eyes rose from the page to meet his, knowing he was smirking behind that stupid mask of his.

“Don’t take the bait,” Price muttered beside her, arms crossed over his chest, and she was almost prepared to let it go. But, she also remembered that Ghost ate the last of her chocolate chip poptarts before they left.

She went back to her book and rattled off, “Ghost can’t play golf. We went to a putt-putt one time and I’ve never seen a man so competent in the art of war be so terrible at hitting a ball.”

Ghost spluttered as Soap snickered.

“He snores like an old dog and drools in his sleep.” She flipped another page. “One time we were on a mission in Baghdad, and he wasn’t paying attention and ran into a wall. Broke his radio from the impact.”

“I did not,” Ghost hissed.

“He cried watching Where The Red Fern Grows.”

“WHO WOULDN’T?!” he snapped. “SHE DIES OF A BROKEN HEART AFTER HER BROTHER!”

“One time he ate a box of fiber bars to recover from a hangover and he shit himself in the middle of the store.”

“Alright! I get it! I’m sorry!” he griped and she smiled to herself as she quieted down and went back to her book.

For a few moments, silence enveloped the group in the plane, then Soap asked, “Did you really shit yourself?”

“Shut. Up.”

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chloesimaginationthings · 1 month

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This is basically Michael in FNAF Sister location,,

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multific · 1 year

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Johnny Coming Home to You - Headcanons

John “Soap” MacTavish

Warnings: mention of smut

Every time he came home, he was nervous

And this nervous feeling always caught up with him the moment he stepped out the car

He was ready to go into his house

But he was always afraid it would greet him empty with a note from you

He didn't fear no man, no machine or missle, no vehicle or bomb

John's biggest fear was to arrive home and you'd be gone

That you'd have enough of waiting for him and leave

But you never did

You were always there, waiting patiently

If he arrived home during the night, he would be relieved to find a light on

Knowing, you are there eased him

Every time, when you are not asleep, you'd run into his arms

He would squeeze you so tight, it almost hurt

But each and every time, he would start off with a "I'm home, Love."

Before kissing you

You would shead tears of happiness, which he would always whipe away

He would always kiss you more and more

He would tell you he loved you

And you'd do the same

You'd often mention how bad he smells and that he needed a shower or a bath

You'd always join him

Sweet, innocent shower where he would only roam his hands along your body while you looked if there were any new wounds you needed to memorize

It was nothing sexual

Only two lovers finally holding each other

He was always eager to get you to bed after bathing

Feel you in every way possible

But you'd always tell him to eat first

Your cooking was his favourite

And your eyes would always shine in a different way when he was home

He knew you loved him

And you would never stand in between him and his work, but having him home was always your favourite part

After bathing and eating, he would always take you to your shared bed

There were times when you didn't make it to the bed

But you weren’t complaining

He was finally home

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celestialsun888 · 1 year

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Home for the Holidays.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Gn!Reader

Genre: Festive Fluff!!

Word Count: 745

Synopsis: Soap surprises you after saying he might not make it home for Christmas.

★ TW: ANGST. Established relationship w/ him. Ends sweet :)

✒ Authors Note: This is my first writing for Soap! Please lemme know if you like it, still trying to feel out writing for him! ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

As you pried your eyes open to stare at the blank ceiling above, you felt emptiness settle into your chest. Pulling yourself over on your side, a solemn sigh broke from your lips. A blank space and untouched pillows sit against the headboard, reminding you of your isolation.

“Johnny,” you mutter to yourself. It had been months since you’ve seen him: brief, scattered calls throughout the separation, offering little to no solace for your mind. You just wanted him to be here with you, to fill in all the empty spaces that he once occupied. Tears began to stream down your cheek and the tip of your nose, burning little drops of frustration into your pillow.

Sniffling, you sit up as his shirt draped over you, the closest thing to having him with you. You missed his light eyes falling upon you as he would voice silly stories to you that made you laugh. His humor being one of the things you loved most about him; his thick Scottish accent adding to his amusing antics. His dark lashes fluttering as he would close his eyes tight when he laughed. The tranquil mornings when his dark brown hair scattered messily around his head as he peeked open his eyes bright and early. Gesturing a beloved smile to you as an unspoken good morning. You just wanted it all back, back to normal.

A few days prior you had spoken with him over the phone which was brief and forward as always. His despondent tone articulating how he might not make it home to spend the holidays with you and the mission was dragging out longer than expected. You knew it came with the territory of having a partner in the special forces but it still crushed you. With the call being cut short, abrupt and hasty ‘i love you’s’ trailing off until the call was disconnected, you shed bitter and woeful tears. All you wanted was him, holding you. It didn’t matter about gifts or presents: just his presence.

You pulled yourself out of bed as best you could, dreading to start your day.

Merry Christmas to me.

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The day lagged on, spiritless, as you sat with your family and friends. Mustering up little conversation, waiting for time to pass. People came and went from your home until the late evening as the final guests left your place. Cleaning up plates, leftover drinks and the wrapping paper pieces that littered your floor, finally, being thankful the day was over. You sat on your couch sipping wine lazily, the living room adorned with the festive spirit you lacked; the full moon shined in the clear dark sky through your glass balcony door.

You check your phone. Zero missed calls. No new messages.

Surely he would have called you by now, wishing you happy holidays, saying how he missed being with you, but alas, nothing. He might be busy? Maybe tying things off with his mission? Your mind tried its best to rationalize his lack of communication. Drifting off in anxious thoughts, sleep washed over you until you heavy eyelids shut.

A firm knock at the door alerted you from your sleep, causing the blanket that covered you to fall to the floor. You inched your way to the apartment door, tippy toes quietly pacing. As you unlocked the door you were greeted by a familiar face.

Johnny.

"Did ya' miss me?" His deep husky voice stifling your breath. His arms leaving not another second to be empty as he pulls you into him. Fully wrapping you in a tight grip, making you stiff in his embrace. His duffle lying on the ground beside him.

“Surprise,” He affirms gently into your neck. “Merry Christmas, my love!” His wholesomely excited words solicit tears to fall from your burning eyes. Your arms reciprocate his unyielding grip on you, pulling as hard as you can, his body into yours. His uniform coarse against your body, still holding a faint scent of battle. His hands tracing along you, re-familiarizing himself with your body, jogging his memory of every piece of you. Melting into you as he brushed along your frame.

"I thought you weren't coming home!” you confess through a quivering inflection. “I've missed you so much.” His hold on you slightly tightening as you spoke.

“I’ve missed you more. I'm glad to be home.” His lips finding yours, deep breaths escape both of you, sparks of intimacy sweeping through each kiss. With that you lead him into your apartment, allowing every worry and stress to dissipate. You were going to make the most of the time you had with him, thankful he was home.

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shadow4-1 · 15 days

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I'm just imagining getting so used to physical contact from the 141 that you don't realize it's inappropriate until it's too late.

At first you shied away from them all. You gave them a good breadth of space because, well, it would be inappropriate. But eventually you acquiesced to the noogies and the funny little pats Price loves to give.

Soon enough you found yourself being aggressively head-locked by Soap and tossed around by Gaz. It's just boys being boys, it's friendly and fun. The deeper your bond the less you seem to care about their hands on you.

It isn't until one night when you're playing a little handheld game in the rec room do you think maybe everyone's gotten a lil' too comfortable. You're curled up between Soap and Ghost in one of their hoodies and some non-reg shorts. Both of their hands are splayed out on your inner thighs, one tapping, the other rubbing. Gaz comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your neck to get a good look over your shoulder.

"Catching 'em all, Love?"

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chaosandmarigolds · 21 days

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Ya know how everyone is like Simon is black cat energy- well, I don't deny he can be like that what I would like to counter with is black lab energy around the person he's most comfortable with

Simon, who drags you on his morning runs because he will spend the entire time talking about trucks or something boyish

ie: "And so then you gotta- baby? Why'd ya stop?"

"We-just-" heave, "Ran a fort-four miniute-" heave, "mile."

"Yeah? Cmon, six miles today."

Simon, who will do push ups before bed if he has too much energy and knows he will just toss and turn

Simon, who loops a finger in your belt loop whenever you're shopping because lord knows that man has separation anxiety

Simon, who did once hide your shoes when he knew you had to leave super early in the morning so you would be forced to wake him up to ask him where he put them

"Simon."

Hes been awake, obviously, the phone praticallly thrown at the wall when you opened the door was an indicator, "Mm, noo. sleep."

"Simon O'Donnel Riley I swear to god if you don't give my shoes right now-!"

"...I require somethin' in return."

"You birts and your taxes, 'm going barefoot."

Simon who loves intimacy, yeah sex but he likes being close, like if he squeezed you any closer he may actually break your bones on accident

Simon, who doesn't tell you this but that one time when you got the flu? he had the time of his life, normally because you're the one cleaning him up after missions, tending to his needs, and he liked being able to do the same to you

Simon, who has the worst (best) puppy eyes you've ever seen

"one kiss."

"I have a face mask on, do you want to kiss me when I look like a taxidermy panda?" You reply with a frown, book in lap and craning your neck to see your boyfriend from how he leaned over the sofa.

He blinks at your reply and the next thing you are aware of he's laying atop of you on the sofa completely trapping you under his weight, "Jus take it off if it bugs ya tha' much."

You playfully pout your bottom lip out, "But it's supposed to be on for twenty minutes. It's been ten."

"But I wan a kiss."

"But I want to have a pretty face."

Then it was his turn to playfully pout, "You have the prettiest face."

(long story short you obvious gave in cause...I would so therefore so do you <3 )

Simon, who goes from loving and doting boyfriend to scary military man as soon as he gets out of the car

Simon, who is aware you have a video of him baby talking that you took when he wasn't aware that you were recording

(yes based off that one tiktok, I laugh every time I see it)

Simon, who hates pecks but loves giving them, like this man will just hold your face and shower you with kisses for minutes on end (its his hobby or something)

Annnnyway thats it! feedback and comments, an alllll that jazz mean the world to me! <333