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i like soap

[quacktavish]

intro post!

call me spooky !! 🧼

adult !! if its not obvious i really like soap (and cod:mw in general)

my masterlist is available here!

FUCK AI! do not feed my work into ai or make chatbots based off of it

i am a hypersharing soap selfshipper/yume !! if i post about it, ill make a tag so it can be blocked 🫧

soap credit >u<

lets eat soap

[pluiexx]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ TEDDY BEAR ⊹

CoD men when you fall asleep on their chest .ᐟ

SIMON RILEY . ۫ ꣑ৎ

You don’t even realize when you drift off, head tucked just under his chin, body curled into his side like you belonged there all along.

Simon goes still.

He doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t move. He just stares down at you—completely relaxed on his chest like he's not a man who’s killed for less than a touch.

For a minute, he debates waking you. Just to keep that safe distance. Just to keep you safe from him.

But your fingers are curled into his shirt.

And you sigh—like you're finally at peace. Because of him.

He exhales, slow and careful, and wraps one arm around your waist, holding you as if you’d shatter otherwise. He presses a kiss into your hair, gentle, reverent, almost afraid.

"You shouldn't trust me this much," he murmurs. But he doesn't let go.

Not now. Maybe not ever.

KÖNIG . ۫ ꣑ৎ

You fell asleep on him mid-sentence. Literally—mouth still parted like you were gonna say something else.

König freezes beneath you, eyes wide behind his mask. His heart’s pounding so loud he’s afraid he’ll wake you.

You're asleep… on him…

His hood's still on. You’re nestled against it like it’s the coziest thing you’ve ever touched. He slowly, painfully slowly, raises his hand and hesitantly places it on your back. Then stops.

Did you twitch? Did he wake you?

You just breathe out softly.

A warm, sleepy sound.

He melts.

Absolutely melts.

A low, nervous chuckle bubbles from his chest, shaking you a little. He quickly clamps his hand over his mouth.

"Bitte… you're going to kill me." He whispers it like a prayer. His other hand fists into the blanket beside you, as if anchoring himself. Because this? You on him like this?

It’s the closest he’s ever felt to heaven.

JOHN PRICE . ۫ ꣑ৎ

He should move you. You’re going to get a crick in your neck, and it’s late, and this couch isn’t exactly luxury.

But you’re breathing slow, face turned into his chest like it’s instinct.

So he stays. One hand holding a cigarette he doesn’t light. The other, slowly dragging up and down your spine. Protective. Steady.

"Well, love, guess you’re stuck with me now."

He doesn’t say it loudly. Doesn’t want to wake you. But there's a hint of awe in his voice, like he can’t believe this is real. That you're real. That this little moment of peace found him of all people.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes, exhaling a soft breath through his nose.

Maybe sleep will come easier tonight—with you right there.

JOHNNY MACTAVISH . ۫ ꣑ৎ

He grins the moment your breathing shifts, and your full weight relaxes into him. Head tucked into the crook of his neck. One leg thrown lazily over his.

"Aw, bonnie," he whispers with a chuckle, brushing your hair away from your cheek. "You’re droolin’ on me a wee bit."

He doesn’t mind.

Not one bit.

He adjusts you carefully, pulling the blanket over both of you, humming something low under his breath. He always hums when he's content, and right now? He’s never felt more at home.

His fingers trace little shapes on your back, sometimes letters. He doesn’t know why he does it. Maybe to leave a little bit of him there. Maybe to calm himself down.

Because your warmth, your weight on him—it’s grounding.

He rests his cheek against your head and sighs, soft and tired and full of something too big to name.

"Yeah… this’ll do."

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[rassvetsky]

The sharp, biting chill of the midnight air was a shock to the system after the whiskey-soaked heat of the quiet little pub Johnny and his military buddies had dragged you into, but neither of you seemed to care all that much. The ringing silence of the empty residential streets felt massive and utterly private, broken only by the synchronized scuff of your boots on the damp pavement and the mist of your breath rising under the streetlamps. 

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish. A force to be reckoned with. You had no idea how you had the game to pull such a keeper.

It was the complete opposite if you'd asked him— mere neighbours for so long that he didn't think he had a chance, so pretty, so out of reach. But after a few weeks only, the two of you were sure of one thing; this would last. It was evident in the adoration you had for each and every single thing he did, the absolute devotion in his eyes when you walked up into the room. 

Johnny's massive arm was slung over your shoulders, his weight loose and clumsy as he practically dragged you into himself. He was thoroughly, beautifully tipsy, usual rigid posture forged by years of brutal training dissolved into a rolling gait. 

“Am telling ye, sunshine, the man has no shame,” he rumbled, thick accent hitting a pitch of pure, gossipy delight. He gestured wildly with his free hand, nearly throwing his own balance off. “Did ye see Simon when the lass asked if he wanted a turn on the karaoke? Thought the daft bastard was gonna smoke-bomb right out the back door. He cannae handle a crowd unless he's allowed to shoot at ‘em.” 

You burst out laughing, the sound echoing loudly against the brick walls of the quiet townhouses. You hooked your arm around his waist to keep him steady. “To be fair, Johnny, I don't think the world's ready for Ghost's rendition of ABBA.” 

“Oh, you dinnae ken the half of it, love,” Johnny wheezed softly, a massive grin splitting his face as he leaned down to press a sloppy, warm kiss against the temple of your head. “Get two more pints down him and he'll bust out Dancing Queen, trust me. And Gaz! Watchin’ him count his change at the bar… Love ‘em to bits, truly, but they're a bunch of absolute roasters.”

“They're a handful,” you agreed softly, heart swelling with a sudden warmth as you looked ahead at the glistening pavement. “But they really seem to love you, Johnny, and… they were all incredibly sweet to me tonight. Felt like an old CW show found family.”

Johnny slowed his pace, arm tightening a bit around you until he was practically squeezing the air out of you in an affectionate sideways hug. “Of course they adore ye, luv. They got eyes in their heads, no? Look at ye. You're the best thing that's ever walked into my miserable life. No man can blame me for showing ye off a bit.” 

Before you could reply, you stepped into a massive, perfect circle of amber light cast by an old-fashioned streetlamp. The damp asphalt beneath your feet glistened like oil. 

Johnny stopped dead in his tracks. 

“Hold on, hold on,” he muttered, blue eyes lighting up with a sudden, terrible spark of drunken inspiration. He stepped out from your hold, spinning around to face you while backing into the dead center of the golden light. He clutched his right hand into a fist, bringing it to  his mouth like a makeshift microphone. “Stage is set. For the MacTavish solo.” 

“Johnny, no,” you wheezed, instantly realizing what was about to happen. “It's midnight. Do not start singing.”

“Ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus!” Johnny started belt-singing at the top of his lungs, his gravelly voice echoing aggressively down the empty street. He did a ridiculous, stiff-legged little jig on the wet tarmac, eyes crinkling with absolute mischief. ”Oh, ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus!—”

“Johnny, shut up!” you laughed, cheeks burning as you lunged forward to grab the front of his jacket. “We're gonna get the cops called on us!“

“Because she's your mammy's mammy, ye cannae shove—” 

You didn't let him finish the verse. You grabbed the lapels of his heavy coat, anchoring your weight, and pulled him right down by the collar, smothering the ridiculous lyrics by pressing your lips firmly against his. 

The singing stopped instantly.

The street went quiet whilst Johnny's brain completely short-circuited under the sudden, wet heat of the kiss. For a fraction of a second, he froze, his microphone-fist hovering uselessly in the air, before the playful energy melted straight out of him into the cool air. 

He let out a sharp little hitch of a breath against your mouth. His large hands dropped from his side, sliding down your waist, fingers locking into your hips to pull you flush against his chest. The kiss went from a tipsy distraction to something deeper, heavier, and a whole lot more intense as his lips parted yours in a way that made your knees weaken. 

When he finally pulled back, he kept his hands bolted to your hips, chest heaving violently against yours as he looked down at you. 

The goofy, drunken performer was gone now as you grinned up at him. In the dim amber glow, his blue eyes were wide and sobered by the weight of whatever had just hit him. His jaw ticked softly under his stubble, pupils blown wide as he stared into your face like he was seeing the future laid out on a map. 

He leaned his forehead firmly down against yours, then, his hot breath misting between your lips, voice dropping down into a rough whisper. 

“Ye listen to me,” he rasped, grip on your hips tightening until it almost hurt. “I'm no’ kidding. No’ drunk-talking ye either, hear me?” 

You swallowed hard, fingers tightening in their grip on the fabric of his jacket as you looked into the heat of his gaze. “Johnny…?”

“I'm gonna marry ye,” he murmured, the words raw, with no swagger in them anymore. He tilted his head slightly. “I'm gonna marry the absolute life out of ye one day, love, just you wait. I'm putting a ring on this finger, and keeping ye forever. Mark my bloody words.”

a llittle more comfort to make up for the horrors..

@slut4fandoms @artistsfuneral @mactavishcock @somedeadmoth @massivescissorsthingperson

[call-me-ziti]

Broskies, hear me out

Going to the aquarium with boyfriend!Johnny, and he spends the entire time pointing to the ugly fish and saying “look it’s you!”

That’s it’s that’s the post lol

[caoimhewritesfics]

Why Are You On Hinge?

TF141 + König getting pranked by reader by doing the “I found (best friend) on hinge” trend from TikTok

Tags: fluff, mentions of cheating, but no actual cheating

WC: 1417

A/N: I'm so behind on this trend, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Bon appetite!

Ghost just stares at you. His face is blank, not even blinking when you say you saw Johnny on hinge.

He sits back slowly in his chair, dinner forgotten in front of him. “You lyin’?”

You smile, thinking you have him right where you want him. “I’m not lying! I saw it today. Even saved it for you”

“Saved it for me?” He asks, his brows starting to pull together.

Shit.

“Yeah. Figured you might get a laugh,” you continue, voice hitching slightly as you try to keep the act up, fighting the urge to tell him it's all just a joke. At least that would get that look off his face.

His lips press together as his hands drop from the table. “Get a laugh? You thought I would get a laugh from knowing my bird is fuckin’ around on hinge? That’s funny, huh?”

Oh. Oh he looks… hurt. Angry sure, but the hurt is unmistakable in his eyes. If you didn't know any better you would say he looked like he might cry.

“No! No no, Si. It’s a joke. From TikTok, I swear!” You scramble for your phone, nearly dropping it in your haste. "See? It's just a joke."

He observes the phone like it's radioactive, the compilation being the only sound in the room.

"Not funny, Lovie," he grumbles but there's no heat to it now, understanding washing over him. He sits back in his chair, refusing to look at you now. 

"It was supposed to be," you shrug shamefully, feeling much more guilty than amused now. Your hand reaches for his and his fingers instantly curl around yours, desperate to be close to you even when you piss him off like this. 

"You're lucky I love you," he says lightly, a small smile forming on his lips.

König is having none of it. He crosses his arms, already onto your stunt. You’re not exactly the most slick of pranksters. Your smile and horribly hidden laughs always give your schemes away. 

He rolls his eyes and he turns his face towards yours, arm slung lazily over your shoulders on the couch. "Liar."

You scoff dramatically, mouth falling open in feigned offence. "Am not."

He smirks slyly, leaning his face in closer to yours. "Are too." His hand rubs your shoulder gently. He loves your little pranks. He finds it sweet that after all this time together you still want to mess with him, but today he wants to give you a hard time. A little revenge for his entertainment. 

You smile, eyes meeting his. "And what makes you think that?"

He kisses your cheek softly and brushes loose hair from your face. "You're always trying to trick me. I know your game, Schatz." 

"It's not a game, Köni." You insist, though you know he’s got you. You’ve pranked this man so many times in the years you two have been together that he was impossible to fool, even if he pretended for you. 

His smile widens, blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "It’s always a game with you, Hasi.” 

Price's face had fallen from suspicion and growing anger to sadness in a matter of seconds, eyebrows pulling in and the corners of his mouth falling into a melancholy pout. Sad John was not what you wanted. Making your sweet man think you were really cheating, making him genuinely think you didn't want him sounded like a nightmare come to life when you saw the look on his face. 

His voice is low and pained when he finally speaks. "You better be jokin', Lovie. Please." His eyes practically looked through you, desperate for an answer.

Fuck.

This had gone so wrong. So fast. It was a joke, of course it was. There was no way in hell you would ever be unfaithful, in any way, but that look on his face destroyed any desire you had to mess with him.

“No no baby! It’s just a tiktok prank I promise!” Your words leave you quicker than the speed of light, falling over each other and jumbling together in your haste. “See!” You shove your phone in his face with the saved videos that inspired you to prank him in the first place. “It’s just a joke, baby”

"Just a joke? Yeah?" He chuckles in relief, grabbing your face and kissing your cheek.

"Yeah, I swear, John."

To your surprise he pulls you into a tight hug and takes a deep inhale of your hair. "Don't go scarin' me like that. Evil little thing." His hands fist in your shirt as he pulls you closer.

Gaz is initially super excited and interested, ready to gossip with you four HOURS over this, but Kyle is… hurt?

“Wait… you saw John where?” He asks with a suspicious raise of his eyebrow.

“On hinge” you repeat, playing completely innocent.

“Mhm… hinge?” He asks again, face starting to fall and the reality of what you had just said to him started to settle in. He shifts in his seat on the couch, unsure what exactly he should do. 

“That’s right,” you nod, smiling. 

“So let me get this straight… you, my girlfriend of I can’t even remember how long has been on hinge for, again, who knows how long and you bring this up as casual conversation?”

The look on his face gave you pause. He hadn’t looked at you like that since he told you he was going away for 8 months for deployment when you were pregnant with your first baby. “I-.” You didn’t know what to say now, basking in the shame of the moment. 

“No. I get it.” He stands from his spot on the couch and goes to grab his keys. “I’ll… I’ll just call Johnny or something. I Won’t-”

“Kyle baby!” You launch yourself off the couch, following him with the videos halfway pulled up already. “It’s just a joke! I saw it on TikTok. I’m not messing around on you. I promise”

He turns towards you and looks at the videos. “Serious?”

You nod and reach to cup his face in your palms. He leans into the touch instinctively. “Super. You can even look through my phone to prove it. And honestly I think John is too damn old to even know how to make a hinge profile”

He laughs at that, smiling at you with that sweet little crooked smile. “I’m telling him you said that, love.”

Soap is so ready for the tea on Simon that he doesn't even think about why you would be on hinge. Simon on hinge is far too interesting to be in any way concerned as to why his partner of many years is on dating apps.

“Let me see, let me see!” He begs eagerly, nearly frothing at the mouth so get his eyes on Simon’s profile. He’s been needing new material to tease Simon with. What better than his dating profile?

“Oh I- uh I didn’t save it.” You lie, realizing there was no proof. You should have known Johnny would be all over you, desperate to feast his eyes on what he was too excited to question. 

Johnny looks borderline offended, “didn’t save it? Hen- c’mon. I needed that.” He pouts dramatically, eyes going big and pathetic, as if that would pull the imaginary profile from the ether and present itself to him. 

Your brain works quickly to find a believable excuse and to get the Scotsman off your trail. “Yeah. Guess I didn’t think about it.” It wasn’t your best lie, but it was something. Hopefully enough to keep it going long enough. 

Johnny frowns and gestures towards the phone sitting in your lap. “Pull up the app. I’m searchin’ for it myself.”

You freeze. You’ve never downloaded the app, let alone have a profile. If you hand over your phone, the prank is over and you’re busted. And there goes all your fun.

His hand reaches out to snatch the phone before he pauses.“C’mon lemme- Wait.”

The smile is hard to fight, but you use every ounce of will you have to keep it down. “What is it Johnny?”

“Why in the fresh hell ‘re you on HInge?” His face morphs into horror, eyebrows shooting up and nose scrunching.

You can’t hold it in any longer. You break into uncontrollable laughter, tears forming in your eyes as you cover your mouth. Johnny stares at you blankly, not amused by the prank whatsoever. “Fuckin’ bullshit, lassie.” He grumbles in displeasure.  

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[quacktavish]

i need to give up this acc i wil never write anything as good as this /j

[quacktavish]

being a responsible adult (spending my money on commissions of me and soap kissing)

[quacktavish]

on my SOUL i know ghost would let you dress him up in stupid outfits. you find a cute matching onesie pair? hes putting it on. if you want him to match with you for a date or just going out, hes doing it. that is your dress-up boyfriend. that is your accessory. ok. ok.

[simoanriley]

He is my doll to dress up and play with ❣️

[quacktavish]

THIS IS TRUE!!! it is enrichment for him

if u dont bother him he gets sad :^((((

[quacktavish]

paw prints... soap was here.

[quacktavish]

i feel like gaz would have a very pretty singing voice.. hed hum to himself while occupied, or sing in the shower late at night when he cant sleep and nobody else is around.

so if you catch him doing it, can anyone really blame you from secretly listening?

im sure if you gave him puppy dog eyes hed sing you to sleep (or do it for free after a nightmare)

[evilherehotel]

if i see three on those stupid evil fucked up chatbot ads one more time im gonna hurt people

[evilherehotel]

THIS.

or roleplay. everyone needs to get more normal about roleplaying

[laur3a]

Soap loves his mohawk. He doesn't care that everyone says it's ridiculous and badly done. That's why he never shaves it off completely, just trims and tidies up the sides when they start to get long enough to be noticeable.

And you, knowing how attached he is to his hair, decided to play a harmless prank (or so you thought).

You know those (ridiculous) apps that have the sound of a electric trimmer? Well, you install one of them and sneak up behind Johnny, who is sitting on the couch watching a football game on TV. He doesn't even notice your presence, too focused on the game to hear you. You run your phone over his mohawk, as if you were shaving it, while turning up the volume on your phone, which echoes that characteristic sound of an electric trimmer.

Johnny jumps up from the couch in fright, running his hand through his hair to check if it's still there. Then he turns to you, staring at you with wide eyes as if he's been betrayed. But when he sees you laughing, showing him the app? He softens, flashing that mischievous smile that tells you he'll get his revenge on you later.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, Bonnie."

[quacktavish]

MASTERLIST

cred: letters,

John "Soap" MacTavish

post deployment cuddles

soap teasing you

valentines day

freckles

Simon "Ghost" Riley

dress up

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

singing

John Price

to be added!

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[quacktavish]

on my SOUL i know ghost would let you dress him up in stupid outfits. you find a cute matching onesie pair? hes putting it on. if you want him to match with you for a date or just going out, hes doing it. that is your dress-up boyfriend. that is your accessory. ok. ok.

[quacktavish]

reader with freckles

~~~

youve had freckles since you could remember, dotted on your body and dusted across your cheeks. soap would absent-mindedly trace them, drawing constellations with your freckles. memorizing the pattern across your arms and legs.

"bonnie thing," he'd mutter, huffing out a laugh when his touch gets too ticklish and you start giggling. "my own galaxy."

(on particularly rough missions where the adrenaline is too high still or hes stressed, he traces the pattern of your freckles onto his thigh. gives him something else to think about.)

~~~

"i wanna know the pattern of the freckles on yr body / ill swab yr bleeding leg with my tongue"

[quacktavish]

an author i follow reblogged one of my posts is this the highest honour yes or no

[quacktavish]

reader: i wasnt breastfed as a child and-

soap: i'll help you make up for it

reader: what?

soap: :)?