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brewed-pangolin · 5 hours
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Captain John 'big stretch' MacTavish
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Captain Chris 'it'll fit' Redfield
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brewed-pangolin · 7 hours
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I'm not okay right now....
Soap Drabble
It's all just angst, sorry not sorry.
You miss him when he's on deployment.
You miss him when he sends you silly videos of him and Gaz fucking around on base. Usually pranking Simon
You miss him when you find one of his unwashed hoodies and throw it on while doing the laundry. His scent enveloping you as you go about your day.
You miss him when Tav, your labrador whines at the front door, waiting for him to come home.
You miss him when you lie awake at night, Tav tucked into your side in the middle of the bed. The bed still smells like him.
You miss him as you sit on the bank of Loch Coruisk, Tav prancing around, sniffing at the ground as you pick at the grass at your feet.
You miss him.
You miss him.
You'll never stop missing him.
His dogtags and a gold band lie warm against your sternum as you watch the sun set over the horizon before you. The wind whistles in your hair as you close your eyes and think of his laugh.
Tears prick at your eyes as you remember the last thing he said to you. A whispered promise that he'll be home before you knew it. An unintended deception. Bittersweet devotion lingers immortal in your chest.
"Who Dares Wins, Johnny," you whisper into the twilight as you call Tav to heel. It's the last time you'll do this, the last time you make the pilgrimage.
You're getting married again next week. It's time to move on.
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brewed-pangolin · 8 hours
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Something about 4Runner Soap being an avid bird watcher just seems to fit him.
He's got the books, (an encyclopedia to be more specific), an app if he forgets it (which he does, frequently), and a set overly priced binoculars that never venture more than 10 feet from the 4Runner.
He'll stop mid road trip if he eyes a rare flight of feathers soaring across the highway. Explaining in full detail the migratory path and duration as you simply gawk at him in his childlike awe.
And of course you have to ask.
Your curiosity peaked as he rambled about the bird's breeding habits and juvenile plumage.
"What's your favorite, Johnny?"
"Favorite what?" He asked candidly. Unaware of your growing interest in his preoccupation.
"Favorite bird."
He finally pulled his focus from the treeline to lay his glistening eyes upon you. A beaming smile gradually encroached into his supple lips as a rosy hue grew within the circumference of his cheeks.
"Oh, that's easy, bonnie. That's you."
4Runner Wingman Masterlist
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brewed-pangolin · 9 hours
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@femalefemur Cyn.....you get the gold star. ✨️ Best compliment ever. Hands down. Framing it and mounting it on my wall.
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brewed-pangolin · 10 hours
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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.
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brewed-pangolin · 11 hours
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slow mornings
(thank you to the lovely person who requested this idea!)
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brewed-pangolin · 14 hours
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SOAP MACTAVISH 🧼 IN “COUNTDOWN” | MODERN WARFARE II
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brewed-pangolin · 14 hours
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CLASSIC SOAP 🧼 OPERATOR SKIN
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brewed-pangolin · 17 hours
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SOAP MACTAVISH AT GORA DAM | MODERN WARFARE III
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brewed-pangolin · 18 hours
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@femalefemur @crashtestbunny
All aboard the love train. I'm happy to be bringing up the back end.
Call me the love train caboose.
Much love to you two đź’›
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brewed-pangolin · 1 day
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MDNI 18+
Soap MacTavish absolutely has a food fetish and an incredible sense of taste. You take advantage of this frequently. Tying him to a chair and wrapping a silken blindfold around his eyes.
You're too eager to get started, and his excitement is already equally apparent by the massive bulge tenting within his pants.
You start easy. Fruits and cheeses that are quickly identifiable. And with every correct response, you reward him with your mouth.
A torrid kiss. Your lips sealing over the flesh of his neck. Dragging your teeth along the deep curve of his chest.
The more expertise the morsel, the better the payoff for him in return.
Sliding your tongue along the length of his torso. Tearing his pants away to glide your lips along the the enormity of his thighs. And all culminating in that last bite that will have you wrapping your luscious lips around his engorged length.
You add in a few more difficult, delectable queries to throw him off and revel in the delicious whimpers that roll over his lips.
Only to give in too easily as you swallow the throbbing flesh of his cock, nearly to the hilt as his swollen tip kisses the back of your throat. Keeping him blindfolded so he can only take in the feel of your drenched and tight mouth around him.
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brewed-pangolin · 1 day
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This brain worm has been bugging me all week.
MDNI 18+
Mechanic Soap who you meet at your local body shop in need of a quick repair to your car's door. It's a hefty dint, needing structural repair and a few layers of paint. You know this and are prepared to face the irrefutable mumblings of a man who thinks you to be just some typical dumb blonde.
Mechanic Soap who doesn't beat around the bush, tells you as is that it'll take a few days to repair the inner framework and add the required layers of paint to make it seamless to the rest of the vehicle.
Mechanic Soap already meeting your standards in someone who doesn't see you as just some woman who doesn't know what she's talking about. Willing to go over, in an overly detailed manner, the mechancis and functionality of the repair and necessities to fulfill such a task.
Mechanic Soap who makes you spill out that you have a vintage '68 Shelby Fastback in your garage that you've been painstakingly putting back together. Peaking his interest while he goes over the cost of the door mend, mindlessly mumbling that he'd be willing to assist in said vintage restoration if you'd let him.
Mechanic Soap who starts hanging around your garage all hours of the day as he tends to the intricacies and overly detailed rehabilitation that had taken you years to achieve. Effortlessly bringing the rusted frame of the muscle car to life, the chassis glistening in the afternoon light as you do your best to attend to his needs while not gawking at his expert hand.
Mechanic Soap who asks for nothing in return for working on such a classic in vehicular engineering. Yet you shower him in nothing but your best of culinary skills. Feeding him after a days work with such delicacies that only a skilled baker could attain.
Mechanic Soap who starts staying hours after the sun had set beyond the horizon, making his way into the intimacy of your home as you regularly extended an invitation for him stay for dinner. Infiltrating your daily life in a way you had never dreamed. Pleading for him to keep you company as weeks steadily turned to months of courting.
Mechanic Soap who shows just how eager he is by splaying you out on your bed. Working you into a pleasured mess on his fingers and tongue before tearing his clothes away to finally bestow you a more thorough experience. His unending stamina on full display as he contorts you into every position known to man. And a few you had never even heard of. Using his well-earned physique to his advantage, pushing you to the limits of ecstasy and more than likely earning a fee noise complaints from your neighbors.
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Mechanic Soap who finally displays his unending talents as he worked his calloused hands over your voluptuous curves. Kneading into your supple flesh as he spread you open to finally take in the feast he had been so desperate to taste. Lapping his tongue between your folds, focusing on your pulsing bud as you writhe in pleasure beneath his expert grasp.
Mechanic Soap who now makes you breakfast every morning before you go to work. Always has the coffee ready, mixed with your favorite creamer and lunch waiting on the table. Sending you off onto your day with a smile that could light up a whole city, and a peck on the cheek that stays with you for the entirety of your day.
Mechanic Soap who came into your life by accident but has now permanently etched himself into your daily routine. You can't recall what your days were like before him, and you dared not imagine them without him.
Mechanic Soap who doesn't buy you a wedding ring. He forges one from the metal bearings of a camshaft. The sparklng gem at the centerpiece is an expertly crafted piece of iron ore, polished and etched to a glistening surface that shines with an iridescence like no other.
Mechanic Soap who doesn't marry you at the altar. He proclaims his vows at a local pub in Glasgow. Whisking you away for a honeymoon in the Scottish highlands where he treats you like a Scottish queen and worships the very ground you walk on.
A happy accident that turned into a life of unending royalties, and you're in no mind to ever want to remove the crown he so helplessly placed on top of your pretty little head.
This is just a bunch of mumbo jumbo. But I had to get it out. Thanks for reading my mindless rambles.
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brewed-pangolin · 2 days
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A-Am I interrupting something…
“English Mactavish” STOP IT RN
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brewed-pangolin · 2 days
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I'm pretty sure that my liver is trying its damnedest to hitchhike its way out of my body.
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brewed-pangolin · 2 days
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Chris Redfield does not view you as a catch.
You are not meant to be taken in such an unassuming light. To be caged. Molded into a lifeless husk. Cold marble replacing the warm light of the deity he knew you to be.
You are meant to be worshiped.
To be looked upon with a sense of grace and respect. To have men waiting at your every beck and call as the world worked itself aimlessly around your existence.
This was his reasoning, of course. He couldn't think of any other rational thought when he was around you. He attributed his mindlessness to an all power he could not contend with. Merely succumbing to the divine ways about you until he was nothing more than a prophet groveling at your feet.
Pleading for your foresight. Begging for a taste of your bread. And once you gave him a drop of your sacred wine, he was forever bestowed to you. Etched within the flying cathedral of your heart as he made his repentance to you every night within the sanctity of your bed.
I have absolutely no idea what this is, but this man is taking over my brain, and I don't know what to do about it.
@homicidal-slvt , this is all your fault (thank you)
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brewed-pangolin · 2 days
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What the hell is happening to me?
Me, a full blooded Soap Thirster.
Yeah. These men haunt my dreams.
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Chris Redfield existing
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Oh, for fuck's sake.....
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brewed-pangolin · 3 days
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Gym Rat Soap doesn't help you recover from a bender by simply giving you fluids and an Advil.
His mindset is much more elaborate.
You have to sweat out the overabundance of alcohol prior to beginning the recovery.
And what better way than expelling the toxins then by riding his cock.
He'll guide you for the first half. His hands glued to your hips as you aimlessly bounce on top of him.
But the remainder is all on you.
And if you're unwilling to go the distance, be prepared to feel the full force of him as he flips you over and wraps your legs around his waist and shows you what it means to completely cleanse yourself of all unnecessary and over indulgent concoctions within your inebriated system.
Gym Rat Soap Masterlist
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