Holy shit, you didn’t think you’d meet a real Y/N in the wild until a new recruit joined the team.
“She just said she’s 4’11 to L.T,” Johnny whispers to you as he stood besides you, staring at the recruit while she toyed with the front ends of her hair, bashing her lashes and (trying to) engage in a conversation with Simon.
Simon stood there, glaring down at her; and even though you can’t see his expression, you can tell he was clearly bothered by the way his shoulders tensed and how he hid his hands in his pockets.
“I thought front layers weren’t allowed…” you murmured to Johnny. Slowly, you reached up to pat your front layers, which was slicked back with who knows how much gel was needed.
He snorts in response and gives you a side eye, “yeah— but that’s ‘cus Laswell just hasn’t seen her yet,” he replies before going back to staring at the two.
You’d think this was a pick me… By definition, it is. But no, this character was far more worse than that. Too bad there isn’t a CEO to coddle her and throw anyone out if they looked at her funny. “How’d she even pass basic training?” you whisper in awe, watching as she struggles to grab a disposable cup from one of the higher cabinets.
Simon stood besides her, watching as she stood on her tippy toes and struggled to reach before he slowly turns around to face you and Johnny with a look of: ‘is she dead serious right now’.
“bloody ‘ell, mate! Help the lass!” Johnny teases with a grin, stuffing his hands in his jeans while giving Simon a smirk.
Simon just stared blankly at Johnny before slowly turning back to the girl. He has yet spoken to her— and you’re positively sure that he won’t be speaking to her any time soon. “Please, Lieutenant, can you grab this for me?” the girl asks with a pout. He doesn’t respond and instead, takes a step back and opens up a lower cabinets before pointing at the several disposable cups in there.
Just before you or Johnny could react, Kyle steps into the room with a heavy sigh, “have y’ seen where Laswell put the new shipments? For the armory,” he asks, leaning against the doorway.
Johnny looks over at his friend and briefly nods before walking out with him. Just as you were about to follow, the woman says something that made you raise an eyebrow. “Who’s that?”
Because apparently, the real Y/N never seems to know Kyle.
part two bc i love writing about y/n (i hope her ceo bf doesn’t find me)
Simon knew what he did. He ruined you by asking to see other people. He thought it might have been okay now, it's been open for about a year, you'd seemed fine these last six months, maybe the winter was treating you harsh and you were a little sick but you didn't even need antibiotics.
He knew you asked for the divorce because he couldn't stick to you. He ruined everything asking to open things for Soap. And he felt sad and regretful of course, you were so perfect, but he knew he deserved this. He couldn't even find it in him to go hunt you down and just watch from afar. He didn't even bother checking your socials.
But he did confine in Soap. Johnny was such a great listener, he didn't even tell him about his problems of his own. How his other little bird just up and ran off, broke things off with him cold turkey and was gone.
Johnny just thought it had to do with that tan line on your ring finger, he was smart. You had to be when you majored in chemistry at 18. He figured he'd just been keeping you warm, even if he did have a little crush on you, he kept it at bay even though it stung when you were gone.
He figured you went back home and that was that. But he couldn't help but worry about his little crush that kept him frowny and pouty all week though out base. Ghost was too worried about you to notice Johnny's attitude.
You didn't know you'd been fucking his seargant at the same time he was. He'd asked to open it but you couldn't stay with that guilt. Cut to a few months later and you had a bouncing baby boy with big blue eyes and dark lashes and you knew it wasn't Simon's. You're fine, you could handle this alone. And you did, being a mom wasn't even as scary as it seems. After you made it through that first month you had it in the bag.
You swore the two months old could already smile even though he was still pink. The tan lines on your ring finger had long since faded and you were getting a long just fine in America. There was no reason for Simon to find you, Johnny either.
You'd picked a place in town the furthest possible spot away from any remotely close military base, never ever again. You could make it here, alone, with one blue eyes baby boy named Simon.
Blowing a kiss to Johnny “Soap” MacTavish is like pulling the pin on a glitter grenade—you never know where the spark’s gonna land.
It’s always a gamble.
You think you’re being cute.
You think he’ll catch it with a wink, maybe tap his heart like a gentleman.
One moment he’s beaming, catching it mid-air with dramatic flair like it’s a bloody dove, eyes glinting like he’s just intercepted enemy comms. Smacking it dramatically onto his chest with a proud “Ach! Right in the ticker! you spoil me, bonnie.” he’ll murmur, staggering backward like you just shot him with a Cupid .50 cal.
The crowd swoons. Children cheer. Birds sing.
The next time?
Public place. Full squad around. Briefing room. You blow that kiss and he catches it with two hands… locks eyes with you… then—with full confidence and zero shame—plants it straight on his crotch. Smack. Hands on his hips. Grinning like a menace. “That’s where I felt it, lass. Don’t lie.”
Everyone turns.
Gaz groans. Ghost doesn’t even look up. Alejandro claps. And Price? He sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters, “For the love of bloody God, Soap…”
Soap just winks at you across the room like he did you a favor.
It’s 50/50 chaos. You blow that kiss, you’re playing Russian Roulette with your dignity.
Do you guys think that they turned on the radio in the escapee car at the end of the ‘alone’ mission?
I think they would 😔🤙
I have been working on this for a bit and I honestly liked the sketch better smh but eh it is what it is, and I need to figure out how to fix the damn quality to be better 😔
well well well it’s mermay again, idk if I’ll make anything new for it but I def want to at least share this sharkmer!soap in full off my patreon cause I’m really still proud of it
Soap could hear you throw your purse down and the door slam as soon as you came in, a disgruntled groan loud over the music playing from him room. It must’ve been serious, because usually you’re more composted. Of course, Soap is taking a break from organizing his favorite videos of you on his hard drive to save the day and see what’s wrong, he always does.
Soap can’t help but watch you with a light smirk on his face, watching you pace the floor of the living room as you ramble how ‘people shouldn’t be so rude’ and ‘You work your ass off and no one came to defend you’ and ‘Everyone thinks they know everything.’ A stomp of your foot here, clench fists there, your eyebrows all knit uo— so damn adorable.
“Ye know bon,” Soap starts, “they say sex can help ye relax when ye have a lot ‘f stress.”
You freeze, remembering the last time Soap swayed you. Your thighs squeeze together from where you stand, eyes widening, “But roommates can’t- roommates don’t have sex.”
Not yet. The scott just hasn’t convinced you, soon though.
“But we’re best friends swee’art, ‘s different. Aren’t I there f’ye hen? ‘M good at helpin!” He smiles so sweetly. You bite your lip, Soap is really good with his hands, knows how to squeeze and kneed every inch of you the way you like, rub and eat at your pussy when you have a bad day. But this is different? Isn’t it? You should punch something, make some bread or something like your mom used to do after a long day being a stay at home mom. But you trust Johnny, Johnny knows more than most people. You can confirm this because of how nice Johnny is most of the time. A little pushy, but he’s good person.
He beckons you over with the tips of his fingers, that warm gaze in his blue eyes that make you feel like everything will be alright, warmth rolling over your skin as your feet move before you can think for another second. Standing between his legs, his hands go up your thighs that almost make him groan right then and there. Taking in a sharp breath till his hands go to your waist, rubbing circles there. “That’s a good girl, don’t wanna hold all those bad feelings. Can lead to bad worry lines, bad dreams too.”
See? Johnny knows a lot!!
Knows he can’t stick it in either, but you’ve seen his cock, gave him the best hand job of his life, today would be better, guiding your hips back and forth, rubbing your glistening cunt against his pulsing manhood like it’s a fucking dildo. Yours hips are already bucking for action as you moan, can see that blooming clit, needy and wanting—
“Look at tha’ bunny, angh- almost like yer ridin me.” Soap hums, watching the way he cock disappears everytime you grind against him, your sticky syrup drenching his pubic hairs.
“So- fuck- ‘s good Johnny!” You whine, nails forming moons in the side of his tattooed biceps. Your head lulls to the side, glossy brown eyes staring down at Johnny, pressing yourself into his chest, “I want- hck- want it Johnny.”
You don’t know what you’re saying like that. Not when you’re half naked with lust in your eyes. His thumb brushes your plump bottom lip, you lean into his touch, nuzzling into his hand. You grind your hips down his dick. Harder this time and Johnny groans, “Yer gonna t’ kill me here, bloody hell.”
Soap lays you down on the couch, spreading your legs above his forearms, he slaps his strawberry red cock head against your clit, “Shit, ye feel tha’ swee’art? Got me all hard thinkin bout you takin me in that pretty hole ‘f yers,” He does it again that makes you kneen, circling his tip around yours Pearl just enough that you’re rock your hips asking his.
“Christ love, ‘s makin us both wet, ahh- would be fuckin mental if we both squirted right ‘ere, yeah?”
“Johnny!” You chide, but your hips are still moving against his throbbing member, you pout, “T-the couch’ll get wet.”
So it’s fine if it’s the on floor.
But Soap knows you, you’re scared if it’s out in the living room, “So many rules, Bonnie I know.” He puts your legs together, sliding his cock between your folds, kissing your knee. “Cannae have ye worryin that pretty little head, can I?”
The Scottish man rocks into you, making you feel each vein of his cock through your sopping folds, feeling the impact of his balls against your thighs with each thrust. His pace only gets faster and faster, grunts and groans leaving his mouth as he licks and bites the calf of your pretty legs. You let out another ragged whine, pushing at stomach, your eyebrows knit together and gripping onto the couch cushion,
“Johnny! ‘S too fast! Mmmph! Too m-much!”
Johnny o pulls you closer, making sure you feel the friction as your bent in half, rolls his hips into yours, “Told ye, if ye thinkin it’s too much bunny-“
“—I-I’m gonna pee?” You ask so innocently, it makes Soaps dick pulse even harder, he wants to tell you yes from how adorable you are underneath him. Let you freak out while he gets you to your own climax. He shakes his head, giggling, “No bun, yer just cummin.”
The sound of your skin slapping off the walls, the shlick of his pre cum and your juices drenching your thigh, you’ve too have already made a fucking mess. You feel your body writhe, cumming right on Soaps dick, your back arching as you let out such pretty moans that goes straight to Soaps dick. Painting your puffy little clit and your stomach white with his cum.
“Good job bunny girl,” he coos, slipping his cock out from between your thighs, spreading you open and staring at the way your hole sputters and flutters as you cum down from your high. Gushing all the way down to your ass crack. It’s glorious, next time, Johnny will were his glasses with the camera in them, he’ll be able to take this whole thing in HD.
He looks up at you, rubbing your thighs, “Ye feel better now Hen? Not so angry anymore cummin like tha, no?”
You shake your head, your chest rising and falling as your lashes flutter.
“Good,” he smiles again, getting on his knees, your legs above his shoulders now, leaving a kiss on your thigh, “Let me taste yer pussy, okay? Gotta let go of alllll tha stress on ma tongue.”
a/n: I had vision with this but I then realized I wrote guided mastúrbating with Pervy roommate!soap before and I don’t write the same thing twice (atleast I try not to) so thigh fvck it is! 5/10.
