#soap mactavish

[llliissyyy]

Price not wanting his daughter to get into truble at the club so he lets the boys watch over her.

So now you have three military bodyguards that murder every guy with their eyes the moment they get close to you.

You don´t notice that though. You only want to have some fun with your girls.

The three men notice when you´ve had enough to Drink and should go home.

Gaz walks over to your giggling form that is talking to a random guy that approched you after your Friends left and even after your guarddogs tried to kill them with their eyes.

"We have to go now, sweetheart." Kyle puts his hand on your back and turns your body into him.

You giggle while resting your forehead against his chest.

The rando tries to interupt but Simon is already shoving him back and turning away from him to focus on you.

Johnny gets to the group after paying your bill.

"Come on bonnie, we need to go" Johnny takes your other side, wraps his arm around you and thats how Kyle and him get you out of the club.

Simon follows after making sure that none of your friends are still in the club, cause he knows you wouldn´t leave them behind when you could bring them home too.

The men get you to the car and that while your walking on your own.

Your hands are holding Johnnys and Kyles and you playfully let them swing around.

"can we get ice Cream?" you look at the three with a pout and they all immediatly know they will have to get to McDonalds now. None of them can say no to the girl they all three shouldn´t be atracted to.

[tojisteddy]

I just need everyone to shut up and realize Soap is getting you pregnant even without trying on the first load he gives you.

And sure he has hyperspermia and it doesn’t mean people who have it always have a high sperm count but god damn it, that Scottish man could get your pregnant anytime you want. And maybe you weren’t trying, but you’d finally let the man turn you into a little cumdumb instead of making him pull out. Groaning your name while his fat and girthy length is pulling your sopping wet walls apart everytime he rails into you, your hand going down his tattooed and slightly hair chest, clenching down on him hard when he hits the perfect spot, your uterus practically begging to get knocked up.

You feel every fucking ounce, ever glob that paints your walls white, till it’s leaking out, always groaning that it’s too much, too full. But you take all of you, going dizzy at how good it feels.

“Sorry hen, can’t help m’self.” Soap shudders but he only pulling you closer by your legs, calf’s thrown over his right shoulder, watching your weary body only succumb to the pleasure of it. The man just loves being inside your tight heat, dragging him further inside your warm walls.

He gives you a brutal thrust, hand palming your stomach where he can feel his pulsing tip, before kissing your knee, blue eyes glossed over, “Bet ye a wee babes already in there, aye Bon?”

Didn’t even take a fucking week for you to start feeling symptoms, a pregnancy test already positive before you’d even realize, you weren’t even ovulating.

He’ll tug your standing form in between his legs, covering your face in embarrassment and shock. Johnny will kiss your stomach, “Knew it wouldn’t take long f’me t’meet ye baby, bloody mental. Don’t worry though, Da ‘nd mummy are ‘ere.”

[ghouljams]

John "6 ft on tinder" Mactavish who has always gotten the short end of the stick from the rest of the 141 for being 5'11". who has seen and heard beautiful women excuse all kinds of behavior just because they have to look up at Ghost or Price. who has had Gaz pat his shoulder one too many times and tell the bird he's chatting up, "man's lying about his height." and who is frankly, fucking tired of it. watching with barely disguised malice as Gaz (who is barely over 6'!! the nerve of that man!!) hits on you at the bar, strikes out. and is immediately replaced by Price, then Ghost, each man taller than the last. each one gauranteed the lay if only because of his height, sulking back to their seat after less than a minutes conversation with you.

"the height not workin' out fer ya, ya deciduous bastards?" Soap grumbles.

"bird doesnt date horses," Ghost grunts.

"they what?" Soap's mouth twitches.

"don't date horses," Price grumbles, his lighter sparking pathetically as he tries to light his cigar.

"and that means?"

"Anyone over 6 foot," Gaz slumps, tipping the last dregs of his pint back and forth in the glass.

Soap nearly vaults the table, scrambling to spin you from the bar and announce,

"Ahm 5' 11"!"

you bite your lip hard against your grin, its the sweetest thing he's ever seen.

"could wear tall heels around me and ah won't complain," he jabs a thumb over his shoulder, "the horses have me well trained lookin' up."

"how about from your knees?" you laugh, reaching to hook a finger in his belt loops.

he drops before you even get the chance.

[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

[angel444riley]

simon riley x medic!reader

genre: fluff

“uh, do you need something?”

ghost stops just a few feet away from you. you don’t even bother to turn, still sterilizing your metal tools.

“no,” he grunts.

only then do you turn, give him a weirded out look as you eye him up and down.

“why are you following me?”

he doesn’t answer.

you hold back an eye-roll and continue to place the sealed bags in the autoclave.

when you’re done, you turn and he’s still there.

he doesn’t shy away from the eye contact and it’s bit a nerve-racking. his face is blank—not that you can see it underneath that mask— and his eyes are almost cold.

to be expected of the infamous ghost, you suppose.

but why is he following you around?

after a few minutes, you get tired of it. you spin around suddenly and he doesn’t startle- like he was expecting it.

“seriously, what is it?!”

a beat of silence and he speaks. “nothing.”

“then why are you following me? did I do something to you- are you plotting some sort of revenge? Are you stalking me?”

simon looks down and then looks at you, clearing his throat. “you look pretty today. I just wanted to tell you.”

you jaw goes slack.

after a few unconvinced blinks, you realize he isn’t playing a joke on you and you clear your throat. “oh… uh… thank you.”

you want to tell him that he could’ve told you before making you think he was plotting your death, but you’re too shy to get the words out.

he hums and gestures to the autoclave and you quickly remember what you were doing in the first place.

“oh, right..”

he watches you diligently and this time you don’t complain. this time, you shoulders are relaxed and you’re moving slower.

the corners of your mouth lift when you turn and he’s still staring at you unabashedly.

his expression doesn’t change.

hope I didn’t starve you guys too much :,)

[im-not-a-pleeb]

I don't even know what to title this bro, but basically: would they prefer their partner shaved or nah?

I had this in my drafts for a few days and then I saw @luxcuriousao3 make a post that was near EXACTLY the same as this one 😭🙏. Down to the details, too, which is crazy. I'm going to post this anyway, but please don't think I'm copying them (I'm not). We both happen to know ball when it comes to fictional men and their fictional preferences lmao. We're on the same wavelength

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What about their own grooming habits?

John loves a good bush. It's not even inherently sexual either, he just likes the intimacy of running his fingers through your curls. He enjoys the sensation and you both find it soothing after sex (whoever said Price is autistic, I see you). He's a bush man at heart and I stand by that, but if you prefer to shave? He's doing it for you. He just likes taking care of you and he doesn't want you getting nicked, or burnt if you wax. He's got plenty of experience with shaving his facial hair, so you can trust you're in steady hands.

Kyle would go crazy for a landing strip. He considers it the best of both worlds because he loves feeling skin on bare skin, but he also loves the contrast that the small patch of hair gives. He swears it makes the rest of you feel even smoother. Gaz would enjoy helping you maintain it, finding it cute to switch up the shape sometimes with a diamond or a heart. He'd be obsessed with rubbing his thumb along the strip, tracing the edges of the shape and caressing you.

Johnny will actually cry if you go bald. Genuinely. Even if you only trim or shape it a little; he's in tears. It's ridiculous how fast he switches up, though, because it turns out that he loves seeing how your bare skin glistens when you get aroused with nothing in the way. Still, when you grow it back he'll be all up in there, murmuring about how much he missed your bush like it had sentience of its own.

Simon is the most impartial. I think all of them are to some degree, but Ghost is the most vocal about how your comfort comes first. He wants you to keep yourself however you prefer. Trimmed is good, shaved is fine, completely natural is perfect. Having said that, his favourite is when he gets to feel just how soft your skin is after you're freshly shaved. He thinks it's precious to feel something so delicate because a lot of his skin is rough, callused, and scarred. Like John, Simon enjoys getting lost in the tactile of casual intimacy, simply stroking the crease of your inner thigh like a worry stone.

Masterlist

[johnpricescumrag]

You're covered in soft blue lace that leaves very little to the imagination. Soap picked it out himself, of course.

"Doesn't she look pretty tonight, Sergeant?" Price taunts, tracing his hand down your chest. "Too bad she's all mine."

Soap whines, watching you and Price from an armchair in front of the bed. You smile softly, tilting your head back to lick a slow stripe on Price's neck.

"Spread your legs, honey." Price murmurs into your ear, "Easy does it. Attagirl."

Price hooks each of your thighs over his, sinking you down on his cock. You moan softly, hands grasping at the hairs on the nape of Price's neck.

"Sir, please-" Soap starts, gesturing to the tent straining his joggers.

"Shut your mouth, Sergeant. You don't know how to use that pathetic cock, so you can just watch." Price grunts, thrusting up into your soft, inviting pussy.

You moan and whine, "Feels good - John!"

Soap whimpers, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. You and Price both ignore him.

You lose yourself in the sensations of your boyfriend's superior officer fucking you. Your pussy is soft and silky around Price, and fuck, that angle.

Price must be telepathic, starting to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You fall apart on his cock almost immediately. You squeal out moans of 'John!' and 'Yes!'

Price buries himself to the hilt, flooding your pussy with his cum.

And Soap?

He came in his pants, watching the two of you.

[skj-weebmam]

Not again :(