giving yall a little more heavy handed soap (NO TYPOS THIS TIME) until i drop the fic!!
Heavy handed Soap who gives you a hug when he gets back from deployment, the rest of the boys laugh - even Simon let out a chuckle - as the scot pats your back and nearly winds you.
Bruises forever decorating your thighs and hips. Occasionally on your neck from when you’ve begged him for a hand there. He’s aware of his strength, only putting his grip on the back of your neck so he isn’t choking you.
“Fuckin’ beautiful you are. Best thing I could’ve asked for,” as he’s got you in a chokehold, one arm cushioning your neck and his other hand gripping your hips.
Calling you a strong thing for handling him pummeling your insides from behind, promises that once you cum he’ll flip you into the meanest mating press you’ve ever been in.
Doesn’t matter if you can get pregnant. He cares more about the way he gets to watch your face screw up as you scream when his hands are wrapped strong around your thighs while he hits all your most sensitive spots.
