#domestic soap

[brewed-pangolin]

Random Soap Headcanons

Happy Super Soap Sunday! Have a healthy serving of random and domestic Soap headcanons. 🧼

Warnings: None, unless you get offended by ridiculous fluff

Johnny is definitely the kind of man who wants to make you breakfast in bed. He's a decent cook, but breakfast is his absolute forte.

And you'll get all the fixins: eggs cooked just the way you like, bacon so perfect it literally melts in your mouth.  And if you're feeling fancy, he'll gladly spice it up: hollandaise sauce, got it. Canadian bacon, you betcha.  Home fries or hashbrowns, the choice is all yours.

You ask for white pudding, this man's Scottish heart will melt in your hands. Want Lorne sausage, there will be a devilish little twinkle in his eyes (you'll get his sausage later on)

Johnny always has the fridge and pantry full of everything and anything when he's home. The culinary world is at your disposal, all you have to do is ask. And he always keeps your favorite foods stocked when he's on missions. Can't have his girl getting a craving with no way to curb it.

Domestic Soap is an absolute thing of beauty. This man almost always has at least four different projects that he bounces back and forth with. His hands have to be busy doing something, or they'll be all over you. Then you won't get anything done, and you'll procrastinate and on and on and on....

You can sit in one room all day doing your chores and Johnny will be criss crossing the entire square footage of your shared house like he's mapping it for Google. You may find him standing in one room periodically from time to time. He's not lost, he's thinking. Rebooting as some might say. Sometimes there's so much going on in that crested brain of his he needs a moment of stillness to get back on track. Then it's back to next the project.

If there's ever a moment where you can't find him, or he's been quiet for too long just be patient. That's a telltale sign that he's getting frustrated and a slew of Scottish curse words are going to barrel out of his mouth. Take a moment and enjoy it, you may not understand a word he's saying but the sound they carry will never not make you giggle. And if you know what's good for you, don't be too loud.

"Ya think s'funny lass? Wannae fix th'shite yerself, yeah?”

It’s a warning or a challenge, you decide the outcome.

Soap is the absolute King of naps. Not only does he love them, he can take a power nap literally anywhere. Couch, yup. La-Z-Boy, absolutely. Underneath the sink that he’s been working on for an hour, why not. It’ll be so tempting to rouse him, but just let him be. He doesn’t get enough sleep while on missions so he makes up for it during his time on leave.

But if he’s craving a long relaxing nap, he’s not going it alone. Soap doesn’t care what you’re doing, you're joining him in a midday slumber.

“Johnny, I’ve got to finish this…” “Nuh-uh. Ya need a break, bonnie. Y’lookin o’erworked already. Besides, how can'ya say no to sleepin wit this?”

Arms outstretched with a cocky grin. Overconfident bastard knows you can’t deny him like that. And honestly, it’s true. Bodies wrapped together in blissful tranquility, even if you don’t sleep you embrace the stillness of him. 

Okay, hear me out here. Johnny definitely owns a bike. Something sleek and classic, a Harley Davidson Fat Boy. He loves nothing more than being lost out on the open road with no destination in sight. And you never have to ask, you are always a welcome accompaniment. Johnny revels in the way your arms wrap around his waist. He’ll take those turns just a little too fast to feel you tighten your grip around him. 

And if you really want to drive him wild, buck your hips into this back. Now he’s desperately on the lookout for a secluded roadside hideaway. He may not fuck you out here, but he’s jonesin for a helluva make-out session. (Top Gun, anyone)

Johnny is incredibly sensitive to touch, and reacts to yours almost instantly. When he looks troubled or is just not being his usual energetic self, have him come join you on the couch. Lay him down with his head in your lap and begin with slowly caressing his mohawk in a front to backward motion, you’ll see his features soften within the first few seconds. Johnny’s scalp, neck and shoulders are where he holds his tension, and are the most sensitive to your softest of touch. (Besides the other head, but that's for another time). 

You don’t have to be forceful with your hands, just the slightest touch of your fingers running across his skin is enough to make him like putty in your hands. And you know he can’t help but give you praise when you treat him with such tenderness.

“Feels good, bonnie. Y’always s’good t’me.”

His words will be a muffled whisper, but they’re like ringing church bells to your ears. Your satisfaction is met when his soft breaths turn into deep inhalations, a telltale sign that he’s letting sleep take him over. Whether it be 20 minutes or 2 hours, you won’t dare wake him. He needs it, his body craves it. And you’re more than happy to oblige in whatever your loving Scot desires. 

When it comes to actual sleep, Johnny is like a hibernating grizzly bear. Good luck trying to rouse him from his REM sleep, you could try to push him off the bed and he’d just keep on snoring. And like a heavy weighted blanket he’s going to want an arm, a leg, or all of him over you. Best to get into a comfortable position, because you’re gonna be stuck there all night. 

And when Johnny sleeps he’s like a furnace. It’s fantastic during the winter months, you barely have to turn the heat on when you’re sleeping with an actual industrial heater. But the summer months can be unbearable. Cue you having a fan on, constantly. However you still cherish those hot summer nights with him, because you know they can be few and far between. 

You treasure every day, hour, minute and second with him. You know soon the world will come and take him away from you, and all you’ll have is the memories of him keeping you satisfied until he comes through your door once more. That and the Lorne sausage, best to always keep that in stock.

#random soap headcanons #domestic soap #super soap sunday #soap squad #soap squad 🧼 #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap mactavish #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty modern warfare

[rusticfurnace]

domestic ghoap. again. (posted this on twitter last month)

#john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #domestic ghoap >>>>>>

[bluegiragi]

christmas miracle.

early access + nsfw on patreon

--

This comic was shamelessly inspired by tender by prettyunhinged on ao3. go ahead and leave the original author a comment and kudos if you haven't already!!

#so for the holiday season from xmas to the new years i prepared like three comics #this is one of them!! #the other two are bit too spicy to safely post onto tumblr so i'll settle for previews but here #some domestic ghostsoap to warm the heart #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #giragi art

[salemlinnet]

some of those soft warmups i was talking about

#soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap/ghost #ghost/soap #call of duty #domesticated #johnny mactavish #simon riley #cod ghost #cod soap #john mactavish #mwiii #modern warfare iii

[churchcrabs]

#soapshipping #soap posting #narrator fight club #fight club #fight club 1999 #tyler x narrator #tyler durden #poor little meow meow #nooo don’t yassify a domestic terrorist you’re so sexy

[simonrillleyyysss]

Hey hope you’re doing well, saw your asks were open and couldn’t resist as I really enjoy your work. I’d love to read your thoughts on sleepy cockwarming with Simon with a cutesy little fem reader

🖤

keisoskkskdkf i love him!!

nestled in the bed, his fingers tapping at the keys on the laptop—brows naturally furrowed and lips curved into a small scowl; concentration completely fixated on the task at hand, long legs stretched out, feet crossed; half asleep.

meanwhile, you were resting your head on the males large shoulder!! hand curled around his bicep, lips parted as you inhaled and exhaled softly, eyes fluttering open to meet his.

‘si..’

‘siii…’

‘sssiii?’

‘..mhhh? what is it?’

he asked, looking over at you; your hair messy and shirt hanging off of your shoulders, pyjama bottoms hanging just by the bumps of your hips, kissing his stubbly jaw lazily!! batting your lashes at the fair-haired man, his hand moving to grope at your thigh.

‘m’cold..’

‘let me warm y’up—yeah?’

wasn’t long before he was tugging down your panties, gently rolling you onto your side; pumping his thick cock a few times, before tentatively sliding inside your slick cunt; stopping once you were full to the brim, arms draping around your cozy frame—huffing into ur neck!!!

so, so gentle—letting your head sink into the pillow; caressing your tits with his freehand,his other gently combing your hair out of your face.

10/10. best experience

#ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #ghost smut #dilf ghost #ghost is babygirl #ghost headcanons #domestic ghost #simon riley ghost #ghost mw2 #simon riley x oc #soap cod #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #simon fluff #ghost x feminine reader

[ghcstao3]

“Simon?”

Soap’s tone is gentle, light. It’s warm and inviting, a soft prompting for a reply that only has Ghost wanting to bury himself further into Soap’s hold within the comfort of their bed.

“What’s’t, darling?” Ghost mumbles, throat scratchy and rough with sleep. He sighs deeply, wishing to sink all the way into the mattress. Mornings with Soap always felt peaceful in a sense he never knows otherwise.

Soap hums, breath skating over Ghost’s skin as he moves his mouth closer to Ghost’s ear. He presses a chaste kiss to the hinge of his jaw before whispering in that same tone as before, “Need you to move your fat arse off my arm, Simon. It’s gone numb.”

Ghost scoffs, though he can’t be bothered to throw a haphazard arm back to swat at Soap like he might another morning. Instead he only makes it clear he wouldn’t be budging any time soon.

“You’re a strong man, Johnny,” he says. “Smart one, too. Figure it out yourself.”

Soap gives an experimental tug on the arm that is trapped beneath Ghost if only to prove the point that he had already tried his own solution when his limb remains in place.

“Just roll over a bit,” Soap insists. “I need to be able to feel my arm if you ever want me to jerk—“

This time, Ghost untucks his pillow from under his head and hauls it over his shoulder to smack an indignant Soap in the face. He bites his cheek to keep back a grin, but can’t help the way his shoulders shake in silent laughter.

“You’re insufferable, Simon Riley,” Soap hisses, though the words hold no real malice. Ghost feels merciful enough to shift over just a little so that Soap can finally free himself.

“You never had to go out with me,” Ghost retorts. He nestles beneath the covers again, already halfway to drifting back asleep. “So whose fault is it really, Johnny?”

“Och.” Soap swats at Ghost’s shoulder with his newly freed hand. “It’s yours for fallin’ in love with me.”

A quiet yawn drags out Ghost as he tucks his pillow back in its place. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Soap snorts. “Not spoonin’ you, that’s for sure.” The bed frame creaks with his weight as he leans forward to plant a proper kiss on the crown of Ghost’s skull. “I’ll wake you when breakfast’s ready, if I ever get this lousy arm to work again.”

Ghost listens to the gentle pad of Soap’s feet against the hardwood as he leaves the bedroom for the kitchen, laughing quietly to himself at Soap’s complaints.

And as the sounds of Soap milling about their flat begin to fill the air, Ghost falls back asleep with a faint, but fond smile on his lips.

#ok i lied one more post #morning conversations except they can’t be perfect and domestic ever #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #ghoap #writing

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Finished the MW3 Fix-It I started back in November!! They all have a nice long weekend in the snow as our man recovers, Gaz has spiked hot chocolate, Soap Atholl Brose and Price some sleep. Ghost just needs his Johnny. Yes that’s a wee Laswell and her wife in the background.

The idea for atholl brose cocktail and cranachan I got from this incredible fic, a def Must Read about Johnny trying to find his feet again after being medically discharged with the help of his crazy but loving family. The ANGST, but also soft feels and the awkward but passionate ghostsoap? Delicious. I had a fic hangover. The Scotty dog tat Simon has is a ref to several fics I sadly don’t recall the names of.

#ghostsoap #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #kate laswell #Kate Laswell’s wife #modern warfare #domestic fluff #johnny soap mactavish #fic art #my art #neil ellice #johnny mactavish #john mactavish #simon riley #samuel roukin #elliot knight #barry sloane #kyle garrick #john price #call of duty #modern warfare 3 #look ma i tried to draw a background #fix it #tf 141

[hotmencoreplus]

DOMESTIC 141 + KÖNIG HEADCANONS

Pairings: Captian John Price, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, König x fem!reader (she/her)

Summary: Random headcanons of what TF141 + König are like domestically/ as fathers.

Warnings: Deployment, pure domestic fluff

Word count: 1000+

A/N: Choosing baby genders based on what I can picture more. I appreciate feedback! Let me know what you think :)

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this sideblog @hotmencoreplus for the account, @hotmencore

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

‣ Definitely 1 girl, 1 boy.

‣ Is very big on respect. If either of them disrespect you, shout, or start being bratty, he is right on it.

‣ Got his boy into football at a young age, and is the loudest dad out of them all. He will be shouting to him on the field just like when he barks out orders to rookies.

‣ Always wants to go on fishing trips. Always. I feel like it would be something him and his daughter do more than anyone.

‣ He isn’t big on technology at all. Pretty much just because he just can’t wrap his head around it.

‣ I imagine him keeping up with the new iPhone models, but would not change a thing about them. This man has default everything on his phone (apart from his lock screen of you and the kids).

‣ He is 100% one of them dads that never know what to call airpods.

‣ “What was it he wanted for Christmas? Airbuds? Earpods? iBuds?”

‣ “Airpods, John.”

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

‣ 3 girls. You cannot convince me otherwise. And he definitely secretly hoped for all girls.

‣ When Simon is home from deployment, they go to him for everything.

‣ Nightmares? You will wake up in the morning to find him missing from your bed, only to find him asleep, half hanging off of one of their beds with his arms round them on his chest, snoring loud.

‣ Simon is so usually on edge, though has learnt to zone his girls out when they are arguing.

‣ “Dad, tell her I’m right.”

‣ “Hm?”

‣ He especially zones out when his oldest girl is talking about school drama. He isn’t listening to a word of it, sat on the living room sofa with his head leant back, eyes shut, humming every so often to make it seem like he is following.

‣ I don’t think he ever shouts. Raising his voice for assertiveness? Yes, but he never shouts at his girls. It reminds him of how his dad use to be with him, and the thought of being even a smidge like his dad really scares him.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

‣ 2 girls.

‣ He aspires for them both to be bestfriends.

‣ He aspires to be their bestfriends. Like he admires them both.

‣ He will never turn down a tea party invitation. Never.

‣ You’ll be cooking dinner, and have no idea where Johnny is. But you hear distant giggles, and follow them up to your daughters’ room. There, you find your military husband sat at a little plastic table, wearing a tiara, clinking tiny cups together with your daughters and their little bears.

‣ “Well it’s nice to see you again Mr. Snuggles. And who is this new gue- oh, hey lass. Wanna join?”

‣ When they start to grow up, he lets them experiment with make up on him.

‣ And seeing your military husband with sparkly pink eyeshadow on and red rosy cheeks really is a sight for sore eyes.

‣ When on deployment, he will tell any and every story of his little girls to anyone that will listen. He loves to show them off.

‣ This ‘anyone’ is usually Ghost.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

‣ 1 boy.

‣ Definitely has a modern style for his kids. He 100% bought him a pair of adorable tiny airforces.

‣ Is his son’s biggest supporter, in everything.

‣ He is big on praise. The biggest softie ever.

‣ Will put up every single painting his son has made. Your fridge is literally covered in paintings, drawings, pretty much anything made by your little boy, will be put up somewhere in the house.

‣ He vlogs literally everything. More than you.

‣ He watches them all when on deployment, missing you both, usually forgetting about sleep so that he can rewatch his little boy’s first steps for the 100th time.

‣ He also big on getting his boy into his own hobbies. Even though he has no awareness to suitable ages.

‣ You’re on the phone with him one night whilst he is away, as he talks to you about what he wants to get your son into.

‣ “When I’m back I’m gonna take us clay shooting. I reckon he’d like it”

‣ “He’s 2 Kyle”

KÖNIG

‣ 1 girl, you cannot argue.

‣ He worships the ground his babygirl walks on.

‣ He will literally do anything for her. And you, of course. But his little girl is the light of his life.

‣ He loves when he is home because he takes every opportunity to dress his little girl. Every single time he does he is internally screaming at the size of the clothes.

‣ Every. Single. Time. He will come home from deployment with a bouquet of flowers for his wife, and pull out a singular flower before he reaches the door to give to his babygirl.

‣ You are definitely the one wearing the trousers in the household, always having to put your foot down. Because there is no way this man could ever say no to his little girl.

‣ Is always taking photos of the both of you. Always. He isn’t often in photos himself, but will never miss an opportunity to take one of either of you.

‣ When he is home and takes care of your daughter whilst you go to work, he will be sending you videos and photos 24/7 as little updates.

‣ I can imagine him being the driest texter on the planet. Like he is a proper dad, will just send a ‘👍’ or one word answers. So these photos and videos will rarely ever have context. He will just send them randomly.

‣ Is completely unaware of suitable bedtimes for kids. You will spend a night out with your friends, and come back in at like 10pm to find him up with your toddler making pancakes.

‣ “König! She should have been in bed at 7pm!”

‣ “Oh”

#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 platonic #könig #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #call of duty #dad!reader #husband!reader #könig fluff #fluff #domestic fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

tf141 jokingly blames price's wife for the extra pudge added to their bellies. but the thing is, you love to feed them. 'cause when they're deployed they can go days without eating, or not eating enough. so whenever they come to visit, you literally stuff them, complaining that they're "gaunt" and that they've "lost so much weight". truly it's just you being worried about them in your own way. but hell, they love it and will eat anything you give them ( especially if you say it's made with love 💀 )

#tf 141 x reader #tf141 #husband john price #tf141 x you #tf141 are ur children lowkey #call of duty #captain price #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #x reader #x female reader #late night thoughts #rehehehehehe #random and messy #deunmiu dessie sideblog #deunmiu dessie #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #captain john price #reader cooks when she's nervous or worried #domestic john price

[forestshadow-wolf]

The duality of a fire in the snow is a little ironic, isn't it?

What's even more so, is losing everyone you ever cared about on Christmas day, they one day you gather your entire family around... and then burning their house down around them.

Which is why Ghost had never expected to celebrate such a day ever again.

It is also why he thinks it, not unpleasantly odd, that he now stands in a lit bathroom, two days before christmas day. Just before the sink, standing between his Johnny's legs, getting scolded for smiling while said man shaves his face for him.

He knows, distantly, that just outside the building, stands a great bonfire in the light falling of snowflakes, surrounded by his family.

And that- well, he never thought he'd ever have that before. It feels so surreal. It's Christmas. He's happy. Happier than he's ever been, he realizes.

And he can't quite get the smile to leave his face so soap can finish shaving the last of his patchy beard. Instead he lunges forward, smearing shaving cream from his face onto soap's, as he goes in to steal. Kiss, and neither of them can contain their giggles.

Soap asks him what's got him all smile-y today, and he just answers "I'm happy." And that really is all there is to it. He finally has everything he's ever wanted, what's not to smile about.

Soap tells him that's good (which they both know is the understatement of the century) and tells him to hold still so he can finish up.

And then he can't remember who dragged who outside, but that's where they end up. Outside, sharing a beer with the rest of the 141 around the warm bonfire, all bundled up nice and warm. He wears the mask only to keep his nose and ears from freezing off.

Someone throws a snowball, and all hell breaks loose. Enemies are made, alliance formed. Betrayls of every kind, even between lovers, as snow gets shoved down shirt collars. Enemies become reluctant allies. Until they return to the bonfire, cold and laughing, and there they roast marshmallows and share funny stories.

And simon is happy.

#Christmas #domestic 141 #idiot force 141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles

[brewed-pangolin]

Drabble request for Super Soap Sunday:

Soap and you find yourselves in an unusual place/set of circumstances when the mood strikes. How does he A) let you know what he wants and B) how does he get you in the mood too?

Domestic Bliss

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI: Explicit smut, some fingering, P in V, backseat sex, slightly Dom-ish Soap, tons of dirty banter, Soap being a needy little horn dog

This 'drabble' turned into a one-shot because I can't control myself.

Synopsis: You and Soap take the next step in your relationship, and his not so subtle attempt to rile you up in public ends with an impromptu session in the parking lot.

Reference for where this man takes you to Poundtown here

Word count: 2k

"Alright, ma'am. If I can just you to sign here, here, and here. Then we should be all set up." Your advisor instructed as you sifted through yet another mountain of paperwork. Your eyes growing numb and your fingers beginning to ache from the repeated minor motion of signing your life away.

You pushed the last pile of paperwork over the advisors desk with gentle smile curling into your lips. Glancing over at the man sitting next to you with that same smile, a loving fondness in your eyes as you both took the next pivotal step in your relationship.

A mortgage.

Soap's demeanor was calm. Stoic even. Letting you take the lead in this circumstance as you were the one going to habitate the home more often than he would. A thought you both pushed aside for now to savor the wave of domestic bliss that came along after you signed the final piece of paperwork.

Yet his cool facade couldn't hide the cerulean maelstrom swirling within the whites of his eyes. A look you knew all too well, and one that never failed to send a quick shiver down your spine.

But here? At the bank?

Your smile quickly curled into a smirk, rolling your eyes at him as you turned your attention back to the advisor across the desk. You couldn't feed into Soap's growing needy desires. Not in public at least.

Pursing your lips with a heavy sigh, you tried to maintain your composure by focusing on the task at hand. Eyes trained to the quick movements of fingers across the keyboard as your consultant effortlessly entered your information into the database.

However, even the light clicking of keys couldn't keep your attention as you caught the sudden tremor of his knee in the lower periphery of your vision. The frantic cadence of his boot heel hitting the floor tearing at your concentration yet again, forcing you the bring the knuckles of your right hand up to your mouth to hide the apparent grin quickly forming on your lips.

With as subtle movement as possible, you placed your left hand on the top of his knee to quell his growing feverish motion. Gripping your fingers into the fabric of his jeans and pushing towards the floor in a physical attempt to ease his obviously heightening arousal.

“Ookay. That’s done. Let me get this all printed out and you two should be all set.” 

“Thank you, sir. Appreciate all your help with this.”

You share a quick glance with your advisor as he stands, his eyes momentarily shifting to Soap with a subtle curl in the corner of his mouth. You keep a close eye on him as he exits the office, finally turning to face Soap with a furrowed brow and address the apparent tension erupting between you two.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny. Would you please calm down?” You scolded playfully. Your lips a thin line of a smile, obscuring your clenched teeth as you dug your fingers further into his jeans.

“How much fuckin’ longer is this gonna take, bonnie? ‘Cause I'm 'bout to bend ya over this goddamn desk if he don't speed this shit up. He can bloody watch for all I care.” 

"We're almost done, Johnny. He just needs to give us the paperwork, and then we can go. So just, keep it in your pants for another five fuckin' minutes."

Your tone of reprimand barely able to combat the deep, rumbling brogue in his voice. Shifting slightly in your seat to quell the growing ache pulsing within your core. A gesture that most certainly did not go unnoticed as you took in the hungry blaze radiating within his eyes.

"Johnny. Don't. No!" Your frivolous attempt to stop him was broken down immediately as he thrusted his hand between your legs. Pressing his knuckles into the base of your heat through your jeans. Shifting to bring his chair closer and caress his mouth and tease you with his whispering brogue to the nape of your neck.

"Gonna fuckin' wreck ya, bonnie. Forget th'mortgage. This my down payment fer tha sweet pussy a'yers."

"Goddamit, MacTavish. Not here, ya fuckin' horn dog."

"Horn dog?" He questions with that distinctly mischievous grin. Pulling away as he eyed your advisor walking back into the office. His calmness in complete contrast to the excited flush bellowing from your chest as you quickly swat his hand away, scolding him quietly under your breath.

"Overconfident bastard."

"Alright. You two are all set up. You should be getting a call within the next five business days once you qualify. Other than that, welcome to home ownership."

"Thank you." You shook your advisor's hand, grabbed at your paperwork, and made an immediate bee line for the door. Beating Soap at his own game as you left him in the office with an obvious growing hard on. Already midway to the exit of the bank when you eyed him barreling out of the office in your periphery.

You didn't want to lose focus again. Not now. Now when you had the upper hand. You Kept your eyes locked onto the 4Runner at the back of the parking lot as your feet moved quickly at their own accord. Your ears perking to the sound of its alarm, a wave of triumph rolling over you as the locks sprung free.

You opened the backseat passenger door to toss your purse and paperwork on the seat. Expecting to see Soap at the driver side as you tried to close the door.

Tried.

You glanced questioningly at the door. Only then did you notice Soap's hand gripping on the edge. Spinning on your heels as you came face to face with a fiery blaze and a hungry look in his eyes.

"John?"

"Get in."

"John?!"

"GET IN!"

You felt his hands on your hips the moment his voice registered within your mind. Thrusting you into the back seat, an excitedly victorious giggle escaping your chest as he crawled in before slamming the door behind him.

"Yer such a fuckin' lit'le minx, y'know that? Leavin' me th're wit a full bloody stonner." He growled, pulling your shoes off and tossing them to the side, frantically moving to the front of your jeans as you continued to laugh in triumph at his feverish need.

"Makin' me do the goddamn walk o' shame and...why are these fuckin' buttons so goddamn small?!"

"Ooohhh, what happened to that cool confidence, Soap? Thought you could handle yourself under pressure. Bein' a demolitions expert an' all."

"Yer pushin' it, lass." He spat back. Relinquishing the fight with the buttons in favor of simply tearing your jeans off.

"M'also not tryin'a fuck tha bombs, smartass."

Soap tossed your garments to the back, flaring his nostrils with a darkened veil in his eyes as he spread your legs to take in the sight of your silken arousal. Moving onto his haunches with a deep inhale, his eyes rolling back as he took in the scent of your growing excitement.

“Mhmm. Could smell tha’ sweet pussy in th’re. An’ ya already so fuckin’ wet fer me, aren’t ya, bonnie?”

Words escaped you as he pushed two of his fingers inside your soaking heat, your eyes fluttering closed as he slowly pumped up to his knuckle, teasingly preparing you for what was to come. Unable to restrain your body’s reaction as your walls reflexively clenched around him.

“Donnae think I didn’t feel tha’. I know what ya need, lass. An’ m’gonna give it to ya.” Soap lured to you with a husky purr, your eyes fluttering open in response to take in the sight of him stroking himself through his jeans. His steely blue gaze boring into your soul as he effortlessly worked at the buckle of his belt. A throaty growl reverberating within him as he teasingly pushed the waist of his jeans below his hips to expose his painfully hardened cock.

"Johnny, I-" Your pleasured whimper was cut short as he throw his muscular frame on top of you, sealing his mouth over yours in a wet and desperately needy kiss. His strong hands gripping into the flesh of your thighs, guiding them around his waist as he teasingly pushed his throbbing erection into your moistened cunt. Filling you to the brim in one fluid thrust.

"Th's s'my home, bonnie. Right 'ere. B'tween yer legs an' deep in th's beautiful fuckin' pussy a 'yers."

Soap didn't give you time or air to respond as he encapsulated your mouth once more and immediately began pistoning himself into your core. The force of his thrusts wiping whatever thoughts and words out your mind, only focusing on the feel of him as he caged you against the backseat with his arms bent on either side of your head.

"Steamin' hell yer tight, lass." Soap growled into your lips, pressing his chest down into yours, keeping you still and allowing him full reign to pound his hardened length into your heat.

His bulbous tip kissing the flesh of your cervix with each forward thrust before pulling out almost entirely to only throw himself back into you once more. The continuous motion forcing your back to arch off the backseat, pushing your pelvis into his to stimulate the sensitive flesh of your clit.

Soap pulled his mouth away in repsonse to your shifting position, leaning forward to press his forehead into the crook of your neck. His hot breath cascading down your skin as he grunted and moaned with every subsequent thrust, his relentless pounding forcing you to grip into his shoulders to keep yourself stable beneath him.

"Johnny...Johnny..." you whispered softly against his temple. His name the only coherent word you could manage to let fall from your lips as your mind and body fell into the depths of his desperate and needy pleasure.

"Jus'...lemme 'ave th's, bonnie."

"Only g'nna need...an'ther minute.."

Soap's gasping breaths washed over the flesh of your neck, his voice rumbling within his throat like an otherworldly mixture of a growling whimper.

And the moment you felt his hips begin to falter, you pushed aisde your own pleasure in favor of reaching his. Only focusing on him. His needs. His desperate compulsion to always need to fill you and mark you as his own.

"C'mon, bonnie. Come for me."

You responded to his grunting demand by simply pressing your lips to the flesh of his temple. Wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly, letting him vigorously thrust his throbbing cock into your cunt until you felt the warmth of his release erupt deep inside you.

Soap's movements then halted all together. Burying himself into your heat as he rode out the relentless pulses of his climax.

Even within this impromptu moment, with him panting against your neck and you hunched beneath him in the backseat, there was always a certain level of intimacy that seemed to meld between you in the bliss of the afterglow. Cradling him in your arms as he slumped over in a limp and gasping mess.

"Fuckin hell, bonnie." He whispered, softly panting against your neck as he lightly pursed his lips against your neck.

"Jesus, Johnny. If I knew home ownership got ya this worked up, I'd it done years ago."

"Shut it, lass."

"Can't wait to see how hard ya get when I do my taxes."

Soap remained silent to your playful banter, responding only by continuing to kiss the curve of your neck as his body trembled, slowly coming down from the high of his release.

His mouth gently curled into a smile as he placed a series of gentle kisses up the nape of your neck. Chiding in once more to your jesting, his distinctive brogue thicker and more hoarse as he purred against your flesh.

"Won't 'ave ta, hen. Unless yer 'nta doin' a threesome."

"What?" You questioned, pulling him out of your neck to meet his steely blue gaze with a coitish smile.

"Uncle Sam already fucks ya in the ass, bonnie. It's the only time I'm yer designated sloppy side piece."

You can't hide the smile that emerged over your lips, pushing a piece of sweat ridden hair out of his eyes as you lovingly gaze up at him.

"Then I guess I'll be needing another down payment in advance. Just for good measure."

And of course, Soap obliges. Thrusting his still hardened cock deep into your core as he mutters those two words you love to hear.

"Yes, ma'am."

4Runner Wingman Masterlist

@deadbranch @sofasoap @d3athtr4psworld @punishmepunisher @jynxmirage @obligatoryghoststare @mykneeshurt @glitterypirateduck @homicidal-slvt @shotmrmiller @astraluminaaa @kkaaaagt @havoc973 @writeforfandoms @luismickydees

#super soap sunday #soap squad #soap squad 🧼 #domestic bliss #Soap's filthy mouth #love when he gets all needy and frustrated #such a horn dog #impromptu 4Runner session #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x you #soap x reader #soap x fem reader #cod soap #cod fanfic #soap smut #cod smut #cod #call of duty

[rusticfurnace]

fist date in a long time after soap recovered.

#who's surprised... its another domestic ghoap art #john soap mactavish #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost

[salemlinnet]

this is what plagues me

#soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #soap/ghost #ghost/soap #domesticated #johnny mactavish #simon riley #cod ghost #cod soap

[simonrillleyyysss]

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹UNWIND

☁️💞💐

part 2 / extension to this

13.10.23

domestic!ghost x innocent!housewife!reader

warnings; reader is referred to as mummy,minor kissing, they have a babi :3, handholding,gentle sex,interrupted sex,p in v,not proofread :((, happy ghost with a happy family

notes; I XANT GET OFER GHOST WITH A FAMFAM 😭😭

‘what does the cow say?’

‘boooo!’

the toddler babbled confidently, shifting on the floor as you sat with a small picture book, legs crossed as you pointed at an array of animals.

‘mooo!’

‘booh?’

you let out a sigh, patting her head and ushering her over to your lap, sitting her between your legs as you lifted the hairbrush from your bag, and two hair ties.

‘ouuuwwww!’

with a cry, the toddler threw herself onto the floor as she squealed—trying to pull away dramatically as you combed through her hair, looking at her with a raised brow.

‘i didn’t touch you, baby.’

‘hurts!’

a gruff voice behind you erupted, turning to glance up at your beloved.

‘mummy hurtin’ you, love?’

ghost cooed, kneeling down to hoist the chubby baby into his arms, bouncing her up and down, looking down at you with a smirk.

‘i didn’t even touch her, simon!’

you countered, leaning against the back of the sofa—handing simon the hairbrush as he snickered, sitting the toddler and him beside you, running the brush through her hair.

‘y’r so mean to her, baby..pulling on her hair.’

he tutted his tongue,watching you sigh and kiss his cheek, patting his arm and whining slightly.

‘i know, just joking.’

the broad figure assured, tying the tufts of hair into two little ponytails, lifting her off his lap.

‘all better?’

‘yah,thainkss daddy!’

‘’mhm.’

‘s’so warm, simon!’

you sighed, resting neath’ the umbrella planted into the sand, watching the sun shine down onto the busy beach—looking over at ghost.

‘that a bad thing?’

‘sometimes.’

‘xactly’.’

you hummed, continuing to smear the sunscreen over his tattooed arms, pursing your lips as you patted his head, scrunching your nose and kissing his cheek.

‘all done!’

‘thanks baby..’

he mumbled, placing a hand on your hip and leaning in for a kiss, gently moving his full lips against yours; before a crying baby trying to run up to him caught his attention.

‘what’s wrong honey?’

you ushered, lifting her into your arms and rocking her back and forth, wiping down her sandy knees.

‘you fall?’

you asked, gently shushing her and kissing her forehead, rubbing her back comfortingly, simon reaching out to hold her minuscule hand in his monstrous one, rubbing his thumb along her wrist.

‘yr’ fine, love.. big girls fall all the time.’

he reassured, laying back and sighing, watching the toddler nod and waddle back to her castle;meanwhile you rolled into your side, wrapping your arm around him with a soft smile, kissing his chin as he snuggled against your hair.

‘quiet, slag—gonna wake the babby..’

ghost grumbled into the crook of your neck, his hips thrusting inside you slowly, hand gently squishing against the pudge of your thighs, watching you let out soft breaths, hand intertwined with his free one, kissing the back of your neck tenderly, a content sigh falling from your lips—

BANG

you jumped up, and so did he— quickly sliding his boxers back on as you did the same with your panties and nightdress, kissing his head before standing up to go check what happened.

‘oh—did you open the gate? you should be asleep!’

you mockingly gasped, lifting the chubby baby into your arms, watching her plump fingers grab at your hair, twirling it around in her fingers, blabbering.

‘what happened?’

simon asked briefly, sitting up on the bed and turning on the lamp on the locker, pinching the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his hair.

‘pretty girl here managed to get the gate open.’

you hummed in amusement, letting her climb into the bed and sit down, bouncing up and down slightly, sitting back beside simon as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling at him innocently.

‘bedtime?’

‘yeah.’

#spotify #ghost x reader #soap mactavish x reader #ghost smut #dilf ghost #john soap mactavish x reader #ghost imagine #ghost is babygirl #könig x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley smut #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghosts smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley ghost #ghost fluff #ghost is a dilf #domestic ghost

[milkydough]

John with the puppies!

#cod mw2 fanart #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #soapghost #call of duty #ghost x soap #mw2 #ghost #soap #cod #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 oc #modern warfare ii #soap x ghost #price mw2 #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #puppy #just domestic bliss