#soap headcanons

[callsign-arson]

So, I imagine that Soap is fucking RAMPANT for your pussy.

The first time that you get intimate with each other beyond making out, he immediately moves between your legs and says "ive wanted to know what ye taste like for so fuckin long, lass."

Anyway, he ends up cumming in his pants without any stimulation other than eating your pussy out.

I also imagine that he'll just randomly crave you throughout the day, come up behind you and whisper in your ear "I wanna stuff my tongue in yer cunt, baby."

How about that one time you go clothes shopping together and pick out a pair of tight leggings. As soon as you come out of the changing room, Johnny's eyes dart down to the very very obvious camel toe, and licks his lips.

Next thing you know, he's ushering you into the changing room, shoving the leggings down and bending you over. You can see him drop to his knees in the mirror and use his hands to spread your cheeks before diving in. You have to bite your hand to keep from moaning too loud.

Oh, also, he LOVES a nice healthy bush. If you even mention wanting to shave or wax it, he'll hide your razors and forbaid you from going to the appointment. He nearly sobs when you get away with it anyway.

"You smell so fucking good with the hair, dove. I don't know why in the hell you would want to get rid of it.. you've got such a pretty pussy."

Anyway, I love my pussy drunk Soap.

Forgot to mention, he totally mentions how good you taste and sound when he eats you out to his best mate Ghost.

Part 2 here

[gloomwitchwrites]

for the anon that wants to know how the 141 eat pussy. mdni.

Gaz enjoys a slow, intimate 69 laying sideways. He can watch you suck his dick, touch more of you, finger as he licks.

Ghost likes it on his knees with your legs over his shoulders, arms supporting your ass and bracing you against the wall. He loves that you can’t wiggle away.

Soap is a face sitter. He wants you to crush him, to squeeze his head between your thighs. The man wants to die eating pussy.

Price is as traditional as they come. He’ll grab your ankle and yank you to the edge of the bed, go down on his knees, and have himself a feast.

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[luxcuriousao3]

The first time you and Johnny have kinky sex, neither of you notice that your tiny dog is still in the room. Not until Johnny starts slapping your ass (hard enough to make the neighbors complain, you're sure) while he pounds you into the mattress, and his ankle is suddenly, brutally attacked by a five-pound ball of fur with very sharp teeth.

That you start cooing over your precious baby for protecting you so fiercely, rather than over Johnny, doesn't help matters. Neither does the fact that the little fucker made him bleed, and he can already tell the bite is going to scar. He'd rather die than explain that one to Ghost...

That night, he ends up sleeping on the couch, because your toothy terror growls every time he gets near you. His ego is so bruised he almost considers giving you an ultimatum--him or the dog. But he knows who you'd choose, and the just the thought of you leaving him makes him break into a cold sweat, so he scraps that idea before it can even fully form.

He supposes he'll just have to stock up on your little shite's favorite treats and try to bribe his way back into its good graces.

(It works, eventually. And when Johnny's finally allowed back into the bedroom under the pup's watchful eye, he's careful to make sure it leaves before he rolls on top of you and starts rutting against you like the mutt he is).

(You're just glad your dogs have finally gotten over their territorial spat. You'll never admit it, but you missed Johnny's presence in your bed. And in you).

[machveil]

Johnny announcing to the 141 that he’s trying for a baby with the missus. like, the eyebrow raising type of announcement, “Aye, tryin’ every night, bound to happen soon.”. Kyle did not need to know that, but he politely keeps his mouth shut. of course, with no complaints, Johnny keeps yapping about how the missus basically hasn’t left their bed, the bonnie lass is probably sore and tuckered out - Price’s ears burning red as he listens

what Johnny didn’t tell them is that he’s sterile, Simon’s the one he entrusted his wife to. holding your shaking body as Simon bullies your poor cunt for the fifth night in a row, swallowing down your whines and moans with sloppy kisses like a good husband. Simon’s not complaining, and he doesn’t plan on stopping once that test turns positive

[popipopipopipopipo000]

After a match

More rugby stuff bc yes!!!

[thatoneautisticshark]

When Ghost drifted to sleep on Price's bed in the room where they were all hanging out, no one really noticed for a little while.

He'd been quiet today, so no one pushed him to talk, so they didn't spot he was snoozing for another few minutes.

Gaz was the first to spot it, face splitting into a grin as he nudged Soaps leg with his foot to get his attention. “Pstt Tav. Bet ye can't cuddle up to him without waking him.”

Soap grinned ferally, “Bet, ay can totally snuggle ‘im” he stood up, sitting next to Ghost on the bed, giving an extra look over to ensure he was indeed asleep.

He then just layed down, onto one of ghosts arms that was splayed out. Holding his breath as Ghost stirred.

Luckily for him, the lieutenant did not wake, simply rolled over slightly, pulling soap closer, and cuddling him.

Gaz pulled a face in surprise. “Damn … ye reckon he'd cuddle me two?"

Soap grinned, gesturing for his mate to try, as Gaz settled against Ghosts other side, subsequently also being pulled into a cuddle.

Both sergeants had shit eating grins as the snuggled closer. Both in disbelief that this actually happened.

When price finally glanced over, he has to do a double take. “Lads… what?”

Soap grinned “Come on cap! We are gently dog piling LT, aka cuddles”

Price, after a moments hesitation, gently settled on top of them.

Within 10 minutes all of them were out. When Ghost woke, he got a little bit baffled, but simply closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

[codnasties]

i just know makeouts with soap are so fucking nasty, messy and hot all at the same time.

as much as people headcanon ghost having a bike, i strongly believe soap's got one too. he liked the adrenaline and speed a bit too much. and let's be real, it makes him feel like the hottest lad out there and it's amazing for pulling some lasses.

anyways, all of this is important because he is the kind to drop you off at your house after driving a bit like a maniac for the sake of having you tighten your arms around his middle. hands pressed firmly against his hard abs - definitely not copping a feel -. instead of slowing down after seeing that you are somewhat frightened of his reckless driving, no, he puts a hand on your thigh, gloved fingers grabbing onto the plush of it before he speeds even more.

back to what i was saying, he drops you off at your house, helping you dismount the bike and helping you lean against it, understanding that coming back down from that adrenaline rush might be making you slightly dizzy.

that roughness of his turning into love and care seeing tour state, slowly unbuckling the helmet and pulling it off your head. but god fuck him when you look up at him with pretty puppy eyes, desperation over what's happening filling them, and your disheveled hair, almost looking like you got fucked to hell and back.

man's really weak. immediately tossing both your helmets and putting those same gloved hands on your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. taking advantage of your mouth opening in surprise to allow his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. smiling mid kiss when he feels you follow the kiss.

grabbing the underside of your thighs to lift you up and sit you on his bike. pulling one of your legs around his waist as you two keep making out. trying to get as close to you as he can. pulling away slightly to see that fucked-out expression of your again, feeling himself getting even harder - much more with that small string of saliva that connects you two, because my is that hot -.

soap really doesn't give a single fuck that he's in public, because god forgive a man has desires.

[t00manybucketz]

John " Soap " MacTavish who can't go five fucking minutes without chewing on something.

Gum, toothpicks, the inside of his mouth, the sleeves of jumpers, anything he can chew? He will. It's almost like a rat shaving it's teeth down, the need to have something between his teeth deafening.

It's worse when he's stressed. He chews on his own hands, random junk he finds in his pockets that he knows won't break. It helps calm him, but makes him feel daft. Like a wee bairn desperate to shove its own toes into its gob.

He eventually gets one of those chewlery necklaces from Ghost, who's sick of all his pens being completely knawed on after the Scotsman fills out any sort of paperwork whilst they're in the same room. He has many of them, has them in his drawer when the man eventually chews through the rubber thing and Simon notices him chewing his lip to self-soothe and watches him raise a finger to wipe away blood, likely before someone calls him out on it.

And it does actually help. But Johnny, the man he is, refuses to actually acknowledge it until he's about 3 pints down and cries about how appreciated he feels.