#soap mw2

[skj-weebmam]

Not again :(

[simonriley09]

Soap who fucks you like you're gonna leave him if he doesn't.

He's a whore, wanting to grind his cock as deep as he can while fucking you into the mattress, making you scream and try to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure.

You feel like you're dying from how good it feels, the hard, slow thrusts driving you crazy. You can't do anything but moan, thighs useless and limp, the bed creaking and groaning under you.

Your hand fists the sheets, tears ruining your makeup, throat hoarse from screaming his name as he continuously ravages your insides.

You've cum like what, 4 times already? Your pussy is raw, aching, taking pounding after pounding, your cervix is ruined, toes curled and then you feel his rough hand shove your face into the sheets.

Which makes you clench. Such a slut he is.

You can't help but pass out after the 5th orgasm is pulled out of you.

Once Soap is done with you he holds you close, smirking as he feels you whine and twitch as his softening cock presses against your lower back.

Inspired by this plink

[cruxhing]

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)

[sorrownotsexy]

"The divorce came out of no where" no it didn't.

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.

[sugarcherris]

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.

[spiltspit]

Kelpie Soap 🌿 (cropped) my last mermay art for 2026 💜

[lux-ofbones]

Home sweet home 💞

[baty2004]

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 😔