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@sgtscap
𝕎ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝔻𝕆 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔾𝕆? 𝕀 𝔻𝕆ℕ'𝕋 𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎. 𝕀 𝔻𝕆ℕ'𝕋 𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝔸ℕ𝕐𝕄𝕆ℝ𝔼. 𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝕀𝕊 ℕ𝕆 𝔹𝔼𝔽𝕆ℝ𝔼.
#SGTSCAP / an independent & low activity portrayal of JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH of CALL OF DUTY ( though more focused on alternate verses )
written by DJ ( they/them ) / 30 / mostly commonly found at @biosurvive
soap is always in situations, i just want to yoink him by the hair and slap him against a wall like a wet sponge so he sits still.
PERMANENT SHIPPING CALL. Liking this post means you are open to writing a romantic or sexual ship with your muse and Johnny. Meaning I am free to send you romantic / shippy / sometimes sinful memes and even write longstanding threads about our muses being a couple and vice versa. ( ns//fw material isn't required to ship, it's just an option on my blog )
you know what? i bet johnny's dating profile is REAL obnoxious, he has some sort of heinous username like pussypounderscot6969, but then you message him and he ends up sending random photos of like trees as he's on his morning run or like a squirrel or something fi8gdhjfk
he's so gd pretty it's unreal
Siri play Kesha’s new song boy crazy
Neil Ellice looking extremely handsome in these new/old pictures
i called soap a barrack bunny in my head and now its all i can think about, not to be crass but he does give off the vibe of just being a hole/pole for all his buddies uytdfghjhhj
writing soap sucking dick the moment i return
send memes ( always accepting ) / @alpharedfield : "Use your mouth on me."
Johnny wasn't exactly proud of how easy he was, but let's just say it wasn't hard for him to get in the mood the moment his Captain used that commanding voice with him. It had sent sparks down his stomach and straight to his cock, arousal taking over all his senses and before he knew it he was peppering kisses down Chris's toned stomach, traversing his way to the goal he had in mind.
He respected Chris, not only as his superior, but as a person. Chris commanded respect, he cared for his men and had been fighting the good fight against bioterrorism long before Johnny had even thought about fighting creepy crawlies for a living. What he means is that it wasn't surprising that he was attracted to Chris, not just on how handsome and sexually appealing the man was, the his ethics and overall demeanor was admittedly like catnip to a guy who perhaps was a little too into the whole military shtick.
He was a soldier himself, was it so wrong that he enjoyed having fun with his buddies underneath the covers?
Blue eyes were bright with mischief as he finally reaches Chris's cock, eagerly drinking in the sight of a man he'd seen naked already, though this intimate view was far more sensual than coy peeks in the showers after training. Experimentally, Johnny runs the flat side of his tongue along the underside of the shaft, a wanton and needy noise leaving his lungs as he grins up at the other man.
" Mmm. Happy to oblige, big guy. " He'll still call him Captain, in fact he predicted he'll be singing that rank very loudly if Chris finds himself fucking into his arse. For now though? He was all for teasing him, and commenting on the man's overall mass was the first thing that came to mind.
Fuck, he wanted to be held down by that man's bulk.
" Grab onto my hair. Give it a few tugs as I'm sucking down this dick of yours. If I do a decent enough job, you better spill down my throat. I'm no quitter, give it all to me. " He remarks with a tone that matched Chris's earlier order, and with one more smirk, his lips wrap around the head and with very little effort ( in a way he hoped surprised Chris. ) he sinks the cock further into his throat, sucking on the cock greedily and loudly.
Many many years of practice. The joys of barracks fun, reap the benefits, Redfield. It's a privilege to enjoy head from a Scottish man.
At least once a year, the FBI traded its tactical nylon for evening wear, hosting a gala whose proceeds went towards a network of non-profits for the underprivileged. It was a gathering of the federal elite -- a sea of tailored suits and gowns where the top brass from the Bureau, CIA, and DOD mingled under the glow of crystal chandeliers.
Taissa could think of a dozen ways she’d rather be spending her rare night off, like tackling her long list of unread novels or working through the rust in her dance muscles at a quiet studio, but Jack Garrett’s invitation carried the weight of a direct order, however kindly it had been delivered. As part of the core team in the International Ops Division, there was an obligation to be there, a performative dance for the sake of optics and funding that Taissa didn't quite care for. But for Jack, a leader she deeply admired, she would play the part.
The halter gown she'd pulled from storage was a fluid mottled satin; a rendition of a Monet painting that pooled at her feet, its print a tapestry of sea greens and swirling blues that seemed to shift with her every movement.
She moved through the crowd with a practiced grace, a ghost of her former life. These galas were all too familiar to her; she'd been raised in the shadows of her parents' medical and academic fundraisers, and she slipped back into the role with a surprising ease, offering up anecdotes like currency to every important figure in the room.
It was around the one hour mark that she finally found a pocket to slip away, heading for the bar and ordering a glass of Merlot. Anything to alleviate the boredom and the ache in her feet from her three-inch heels.
The sound of her name gave her pause mid-sip — not one more in the revolving door of people she had to entertain and impress — and she turned to face the man. She’d recognise that heavy, rhythmic Scottish accent anywhere.
Three months ago. Lyon, France. Their teams had convened for a rare joint mission that had ended in major success and earned accolades.
“Ah. Captain... MacTavish, was it?” She gave him a quick study, gaze taking in the details of his dark evening suit, a sharp contrast to the grungy textured Kevlar that she was accustomed to seeing him in. A cordial smile slipped back onto her lips as she allowed her mask for the evening to fall back on. “C'est un plaisir de vous revoir. You clean up surprisingly well; don't look so out of place to me," she mused, taking a slow sip from her glass.
If anything a familiar face was a welcome distraction from the dull affair, Johnny would have reacted in a similar manner no matter who he ran into and yet the person being Taissa of all people did add a bit of a skip into his step, a lightening of his posture and expression. The effect of a beautiful woman in a dress was quite the sight, he couldn't deny it.
" Aye, or Johnny if you prefer. " He tips his head in a greeting, an almost sheepish smile slipping onto his lips from her compliment. He had already decided to accept her words, even if she'd offer such words to any man in his line of work that happened to be wearing such fancy clothing for a change.
He knew for a fact most of his fellow soldiers looking goddamn handsome in evening wear.
" Oh trust me, I very much feel out of place, but I have a habit of masking how awkward I feel. These events tend to bore me to tears, but I learned the hard way that I need to keep a smile on my face and brute force my way through the night. Keep the people with the moneybags charmed, tiring and inauthentic as I may come across ... at least it's for a good cause. "
A lot of the donations earned here would help those in far worse situations than him being bored at an event with free food and drinks. He shouldn't complain, he was doing this for a reason, he just needed that reminder.
" That aside, I'm thrilled to see someone I know. Pretty dress by the way. " He adds softly, flagging down a passing server and pulling a new drink from a tray, the sparkling alcohol was probably far too sweet for his tastes and yet that didn't stop him from taking a large sip with an exaggerated hum.
" If you're as bored as I am they say misery loves company. I'm not a stranger to dull events, but I think after attending a Scottish wedding or two, no formal event will ever quite compare in the entertainment department. If they have a suggestion box I might have to slip a few ideas in there. More upbeat and dance-able music for one ... maybe even harder liquor. One time one of my aunts nearly got naked and danced on the table at my cousin's wedding. We need shit like that to happen here, something fun, a good story to tell others once everything is said done. "
He pauses, his smile wide as he ponders both over the memory and the possibilities. " I don't know, if I have to dress up and look pretty, I'd like to at least have a little bit of fun. "
and if i said i plan on logging in and doing some writing here soon?
"want pictures?😏" text messages below the break:
just wanted to bless everyones feed with the neil ellice gem
send memes ( always accepting ) / @f1llgraves: “ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked.”
There was a tension between himself and Graves, one that sparked alight whenever the two even glanced at one another. Deep down, Johnny knew what it was, he could feel it churning in his stomach, sparks of arousal flickering to life in a way that he wanted to be ashamed of and yet couldn't bring himself to repress. At most he ignored it, went about his duties, worked alongside the damn man and ignoring the magnetic pull growing between them until the fucker just had to ruin his carefully thought out plans.
What even gave him the right to say something so carnal? So erotic?
They were alone, just the two of them in a hallway and those words echoed in his ears for a short moment, and for once he was too stunned to form an immediate retort. Licking his lips, Johnny is mindful that it was still just the two of them and he's leaning in close, strong hand dropping immediately to run padded fingers down Graves's uniform, across his stomach and further south and stopping just above the crotch.
He wanted to inch down and cup him there bad, and yet all he does is grin, closing the distance between them just barely so his lips ghost along the other man's ear. "Just this face?" He asks, almost innocently. "I've felt something changing between us, was gonna ignore it, but since we're being frank about all this. I'm well aware that you like to take peeks at this arse of mine."
Adding more pressure to his hand, he dips even lower, just barely touching Graves in uncharted territory. "Tell me the truth, big guy. You want one load in my pretty throat, but what you really want to spill inside me. Watch me come undone around your cock ... am I right?" Bold and wanton with his words, he wanted to know, fuck ignoring the tension.
Why shouldn't they solve this little problem in a more fun way? In a way that only two men knew how to solve such things. Naked and sweaty and needy. Yeah, Johnny would very much like to see this man when he finished, he'd lock such a view away for quieter more lonely moments.
"Why don't you just do it then?"
sexual sentences .
a collection of dirty talk sentences.
soft .
“ I want to lick you all over…”
“ You’re so hot…”
“ ~Keep doing that.”
“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“
“ Keep spreading, baby ~ I’m gonna fill you up so good…”
“ That feels amazing baby “
“ Tell me what you like ~ “
“ Come sit on my lap, love “
“ Mmm… do you like that? “
“ I’m getting so turned on/wet/hard “
“ You look so handsome right now…“
“ What do you feel like doing to me?”
“ You look so gorgeous right now…”
“ I love how you look at me when you’re turned on…”
“ Tell me if it’s too hard…”
“ Mmm… you taste so good baby. ”
“ ~ Tell me when you’re about to come?”
“ I could spend all day between your legs…”
“ I’m getting close —”
“ You’re so damn gorgeous. “
less soft .
“ I love your big hands all over my ass.”
“ ~ Get on your knees for me?”
“ I love your big hands all over my chest.”
“ I love your small hands all over my cock.”
“ You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.”
“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “
“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your cock.”
“ Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. ”
“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your pussy.”
“ That’s it ~ Good girl/boy…”
“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “
“ I want you to cum for me/on me/in me”
“ You can have me any way you want me baby “
“ Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun…”
“ Where do you want to cum? ~”
“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “
“ Where do you want me to cum?”
“ ~ I love the things you do with your tongue.”
“ Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you. “
rough .
“ I want you to cum so hard that I feel your cock pulsing inside of me “
“ Get on your knees ~ ?”
“ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “
“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “
“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock “
“ Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me ”
“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little ass clenching around my cock ”
“ Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you…”
“ Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this…“
“… I own this pretty little pussy/big wet cock ~”¨
“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “
“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “
“ Ride me harder !”
“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”
“ I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me “
“ Use your mouth on me. “
“ You like that, don’t you? You like it when your woman does that to you? “
“ I adore how naughty you are. “
“Oh you naughty, naughty boy/girl/woman/man…”
I will be rooting for a Neil Ellice X Calvin Klein collaboration
