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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 6 months

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Random Soap MacTavish headcanons {2}

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pairing: sgt. Soap MacTavish x reader (cod mw)

tags/tw: domestic stuff, fem!reader, smut, creampie, oral kink, groping, fingering, twt links (straight up porn)

a/n: if I have not seen the scene when Soap floats to he Scottish Highlands, it haven't happened. yes I'm in denial and will re-watch the mw2 campaign religiously, while living in my bubble, I shall feed all of those who wants to join me

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish MASTERLIST

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-god this man chews gum a.fucking.lot, Soap always have a pack of gum in his pocket or bag

-sometimes you send him a look when he starts chewing with the front of his teeth and the sound gets just a tad bit too obnoxious, he always notices but there's two ways he reacts

-either he gives you a bashful smile and shrug before going back to whatever he's doing, mindful to not disturb you again

-or, he simply meets your gaze with arched brows, white gum on full display between his teeth as he offers you a boyish smile, that reaction always precedes his playful mood of teasing you with his chewing, a sharp pop sounding every now and then as he somehow manages to create little bubbles with a simple

-although Soap may be the shortest out of 141, this man is far from small, just put him in a setting where everyone isn't Ghost and he towers over most and it just so happens that you get reminded of it while almost every time you catch him working out

-you just throw him a glance and get kinda stunned when seeing the way your hulking powerhouse of a boyfriend beats the punching bag or throw around weights as if they weight absolutely nothing

-he loves swimming and water

-like, this man wants to go to any body of water at least once on his leave, sometimes just to sit and watch the wave crash against the beach, or the soft clucking of a lake

-sometimes he even takes a quick dip despite being in Scotland and the water impossibly is above 11

-you just watch him in disbelief as he strip and wades into the water until it reaches the middle of his thighs and he submerges himself, you blame it on the military for frying his cold-receptors, but he argues he's been likes this since being a wee lad

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-this mf is nasty, Soap loves to see his cum drip out of you and if you’ll let him, he’ll never want to prove his pull-out game is as strong as he boasts about

-sometimes, he is so in his head that he can’t rid himself of his boner until he can shoot his load inside you, jerks himself off with his tip resting just inside your pretty cunt

-ohmygod I just imagined Soap having an oral kink, but more so watching your lips wrap round things, your tongue running over whatever is sealed within your mouth

-of course he loves when you give him oral, having you sink to your knees before him with a football game in the background after a stressful day, he can see heaven the way his head cranes backwards

-but, it doesn't even need to be anything sexual, you can be licking an ice cream, a lollipop, Jesus Christ your fucking fingers from the sauce when you cook, he can't take his eyes off of you

-Soap is sweat in the bedroom, adores making you feel good and reach your high enough times until you push his hands away and lay there with a drunk smile, limbs slack, eyes half-lidded as they meet his adoringly

-however, sometimes he touches you because he wants to play

-you can be laying in bed, short tank top and panties on as he relaxes in joggers, and his fingers just starts running up and down your scantily clad bottom half

-it starts with Soap just running his hands over your arse, lower spine, until they dip again and he toys with your underwear, fingers occasionally slipping over your clothed pussy, pressing into the seam of your cunt before going back to groping your cheeks

-then he pushes it further, dipping his fingers beneath your panties to toy with your cunt, only to take your panties off altogether to lazily finger you

-he plays for a long time, feeling how you grew wetter and squirm all the more, in the end breathing a desperate pleading 'Johnny' and he knows it'll come because he never stops until it does, just wanting to see for how long you'll let him run his hands over you before getting to needy

#soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x fem reader #soap x fem!reader #soap call of duty #soap x you #soap headcanons #cod headcanons

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romancingdaffodils · 4 months

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Love Kills

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rockstar!remus lupin x reader

PART TGREE OF LOVE KILLS

James wants to kill time. What better way than a trip to ths pub accompanied by a Scottish football game. Remus isn’t seeing you after the incident. You end up sandwiched between him and Sirius. Chaos of the best kind ensues

bet you didn’t expect this come back did you

lots of love from lilac

warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, general lovey dovey ness, slight pining.

“Alright, party people, let’s get going! We have pub munch and a Rangers game waiting for us.” Pete shouted down the bus. You assumed James had told him to phrase it like that.

“Food poisoning and a bar fight impending.” you mumbled under your breath and Marlene heard. She laughed, whole heartedly. You smiled. The blonde rockstar esc girl was the lead singer for The Valkyries and she was unbelievably punk for lack of a better word. It was shocking to you her and Sirius weren’t dating (it became less shocking when you accidentally bumped into her and Dorcas snogging behind the tour bus). She had her hair cut in what could only be described as a spiked mod cut. In theory, it sounds awful, but some how the blonde woman managed to pull it off. She was pretty to the point your eyes threatened to turn green with envy.

“No need to be so down, scruff. ‘s not like we’re eating something Black has cooked.” she purred, smirking over at you. Her arm was lazily slouched over the shoulder of Dorcas, who was fast asleep on Marlene’s chest.

Sprinting out from backstage, you began to pack up the drums. You were desperate for a distraction from what had just happened. James walking in would appear during midnight daydreams filled with embarrassing moments. The anticipation of sweet relief that never came from the sandy haired man was far worse than any you’d felt before. Silently, you prayed you’d get another moment alone with Remus.

Completely oblivious, you waltzed outside holding the neatly packed away drum kit. Just as you were about to pack it away into storage, you saw something in the corner of your eye. A little flicker of hope made you check it wasn’t the one you were so desperate to see. Dropped, your jaw almost hit the floor in surprise. Dorcas, the Valkyrie’s lead guitarist and Marlene were stood unashamedly showing a rather intimate public display of affection. As cute as the couple were, the scene drove you even further into desperation of wanting to know what could’ve been.

“You’re funny.” you commented, giggling to yourself quietly. She gave you a proud smile.

“I know. How come we haven’t met before, you didn’t go to school with us?” she asked, curious eyes ever catlike.

“Didn’t go to school with you. Met Sirius at a concert and, you know now I’m here.”

“Exciting. Yanno James mentioned he walked into you a—“

Mary slapped her arm. You sighed, burying your head into your hands in defeat. “Did he tell everyone?” you asked, meekly. You could literally feel the colour draining from your face and everything seemed to slow down in a disgusting mix of anxiety and embarrassment.

“Just— Um. Not Sirius though, he doesn’t know.” Mary replied, smiling sympathetically. Saying nothing, you recalled your pinky promise with Remus and went on a mission to go find him. Padding off down the bus, you found him led in his bunk, book in hand.

“Alright?” he asked, not looking up from his book.

“Remember how you promised not to let me kill anyone.”

“Yeah?” his eyes flicked up to you and your stomach twisted. His voice turned to sticky honey in your ears and you were even more convinced he should be the frontman in an indie band. Or maybe he should be an actor. Or a model. He just deserved to be plastered on big screens with his voice trickling out of speakers everywhere you went.

“Need you to hold me back the next time I see James.” he snorted.

“He told everyone, then? Sorry. Should’ve known really.” Remus added, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He reached out and grabbed his shoes, tugging them onto his feet. It served as a reminder you still had an entire night of everyone and their mother knowing your personal life. The colour was yet to return to your face and slowly you realised the lanky man wasn’t really looking at you. More he was looking through you. Admittedly, it stung, but you had to pretend it didn’t. Everything seemed tense.

“Yeah. Um, so the pub. What are we going for again?” you asked, desperate to revel in his attention.

“James wanted to kill time.” he replied, looking up at you. Wincing, he stood up with a groan. ‘His knees must be bothering him,’ you thought, peering up at him.

“Alright?” you asked, peering up at him.

“Just my knees, I’ll be fine. You ready then?” he said, scratching the back of his neck. You wondered if he’d let you lazily run your fingernails up and down the skin.

“Sure. Why not.” you confirmed. He gave you a small smile, but still wasn’t really looking at you.

You wanted to kiss every inch of his skin to make him look at you.

When it came to a rare enigma of a person (like Remus Lupin), you found yourself completely pliant at every thought of them. You didn’t need to know them for very long or understand them all that well. You just needed them. Which, undoubtedly, was unhealthy in the grand scheme of things. However, who were you to disregard the thought of such a pretty man being in close contact with you?

You were almost certain you had blown everything because of Remus’s estrangement for the past few hours. Perhaps that small smidgen of intimacy would be all you could get. You’d be awfully upset if that was true. Whispering silent prayers that he’d allow you to bask in his gaze once more, you made your way off the bus with the rest of the - as Pete had called them - party people.

The walk to the pub was short, you’d ended up in a rather deep conversation with Mary about her drums. You decided she was your favourite drummer to exist ever, solely because of how lovely she was. Far nicer than Sirius was to you. You felt a pair of eyes lingering over you and automatically whipped your head round to find who it was. Locking eyes with Remus, you gave a small smile before immediately looking away. His eyes shot away without the smile. Maybe he wasn’t staring at you, you tried to rationalise the tension in your brain. The walk to the pub felt a longer than it should’ve with Remus’s eyes on you. Given it was any other situation, you would’ve been basking in Remus’s gaze. However, due to the tension brewing you found yourself wanting to hide away from it.

Squeezing into the booth, you ended up trapped in between Remus and Sirius. Your thighs were pressed tightly against the others. Remus had a pint, Sirius had some concoction of stolen drinks and vodka and you had a less impressive half drunk cider. You still felt Remus’s eyes on the side of your face. The feeling of your skin being pushed against his jeans was not helping.

“I think, I think that football is dumb! Have you ever watched Rugby? ‘s way better!” Sirius declared. You scrunched up your face and you were almost certain you heard Remus chuckle. In fact, you were completely certain because the sound sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t ever say that, ever, again. Okay?” you said, pointing at Sirius. You felt like a teacher scolding a student, but it felt necessary.

“I’m right though.” he whined.

“So, you like watching sweaty men grapple with each other?” you said, obviously sarcastically.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Remus laughed at this exchange, wholeheartedly. He had started laughing at your sarcasm and your stomach twisted at the thought of making him chuckle. Sirius rolled his eyes and turned away, starting a conversation with Marlene and Dorcas.

“Hi.” you whispered, to Remus as you peered up at him. He tilted his head.

“Hi. You alright?” he whispered in response. His hand twitched slightly as he picked up his glass. You wouldn’t have noticed if it were anyone else, but it was Remus.

“Mhmm!” you peered over at the rest of the table and frowned slightly. “How do they do it?”

“Do what, love?” he asked, the pet name slipping out. He mentally scolded himself, but stopped when he saw the blush spread across your face. The slight curl upwards in the corners of your mouth told him he’d misread the situation. See, Remus Lupin was insecure, especially in relationships. He was certain the whole ordeal with James would’ve put you off for life and that you hated him. But, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. He would’ve much rather suffered the whole tour staring longingly at someone than try and chase after you after being walked in on due to his consistent self doubt. A moment of tipsy clarity made him realise he was completely and utterly stupid.

“Talk, so easily. And, all the time. They just, always know what to say. I’m jealous really.” you explained, thankful you didn’t stutter of your words.

“Honestly? We were popular at school, it just comes with the territory really. Me less so, I’m still working it out.” he replied, looking down at you. You nodded your head in understanding. You wanted to shrink him down to the size of a mouse and keep him in your pocket at all times.

Somehow, being sat next to Remus had managed to drown out the sound of the football for an extended period of time. However, it wasn’t long before Rangers were getting chances and it was starting to get a little too overwhelming. He seemed to notice. “Wanna go for a smoke?” he asked, offering out his hand as he stood. You’d never moved so fast before. Nodding your head, you took his hand and stood up. He walked, fast. Big strides, you supposed. It never occurred to you that he was moving fast because he was oh so desperate to be alone with you.

You hummed as you leant against the wall, exhaling a mouthful of smoke. You then handed the cigarette back to Remus, who was staring at you like you were the only girl in the world.

‘Christ,’ he thought ‘this’ll kill me.’

Your eyes landed on Remus and you grinned at him. He smiled back before putting out the cigarette. You pressed your face against the cool bricks of the building; the fresh air was relieving you of the stickiness of the pub.

“That comfy?” he asked, chuckling slightly as he looked at you.

“Rem?” you inhale, sharply. You need to ask him. You tell yourself, you have to.

“Yeah?”

“Why haven’t you looked at me since James walked in on, whatever that was?” you asked, mumbling slightly, “If you don’t like me, that’s fine I suppose but, I’d just like you to tell m-“

“ ‘Course I fucking like you, don’t be stupid. I was scared, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to embarrass you. In all honesty, I was certain it would put you off me. I’m pretty sure you’re the only person here I can handle being around for a good month straight.”

You giggled, quietly. Looking up at him, you saw something in his eyes. You couldn’t pin point it, but whatever it was made you feel admired. “Alright. I believe you.”

“Good.” he said, quite plainly. He said your name. You peered up at him. He’d moved. He was stood directly in front of you. You tensed, praying it wouldn’t be a replay of the intense anticipation from yesterday.

“Looks like the cut is healing up nice.” your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke. He smiled slightly, taking another step towards you. Your back was pressed firmly against the wall.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm!”

“Let me say thanks for cleaning me up?”

“Mhm!” your voice cracked part way through your squeal of approval. He giggled and you felt his breath fan against your face. You had your eyes screwed shut.

“Look at me.” he said. Your eyes opened immediately. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

You stayed silent, staring up at him wide eyed.

“Everything anyone could ever want. Everything I could ever want. You’ve got no need to be jealous of those lot. You’re at least a hundred times better.” he mumbled. One of his hands drifted down to your waist, delicately squeezing at the fat there. The other cupped the side of your cheek, forcing you to look up at him.

Cheers erupted from the pub. You couldn’t help yourself.

“I think someone scored.” you whispered.

“Yeah? Or maybe they’re cheering us on.” Remus said before colliding his lips with your own. He tasted of beer, which normally would be repulsive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care because it was Remus. It was dreamy eyed, pillowy lipped and pretty faced Remus Lupin and you were kissing him. Your Hands latched onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life. It may have looked like you were attempting to push him away, but in reality you were making sure this was real. That you weren’t caught up in a daydream.

Remus thought you were everything. Really. The whole package. You tried your best in everything, apart from dealing with Sirius, and he thought it was so unbelievably attractive. He wanted you to consume him inside and out. You’d already done so to his thoughts. Your lips felt like silk against his own. Remus Lupin had kissed many people. He didn’t think any kisses previously shared lived up to you. Perhaps it was the build up of tension or maybe it was the close proximity the bus forced onto the two of you. Whatever it was, neither of you couldn’t care less.

He pulled away. He breathed. You felt his exhale fan across your face. It forced you into laughter. Tucking your head into his chest, you wondered if this moment could last forever.

“Okay?” he asked, delicately running his fingers through your hair. You nodded. He hummed. You shivered. “Cold?”

“Yeah.” you admitted. He slips off his jacket. His pretty leather jacket that you assume he was coerced into buying by Sirius. You were glad, actually, because he looked completely and utterly gorgeous in it. You tugged on the jacket, after he handed it to you. “Thank you.” you mumble, peering up at him. You’d already pulled away from his chest, but you wished you hadn’t. It was comfortable and sweet. You wanted to go home with him. Unfortunately, Glasgow isn’t quite home. “Can we go back?” you asked.

“Back to the bus?”

“Yeah.”

“ ‘Course we can, dove.” he smirked, lopsidedly. Your face flushed. He chuckled quietly, interlinking his hand with your own as you walked. You couldn’t seem to keep your mouth shut for the duration of the walk. Remus hummed, nodded, asked questions and laughed as you rambled. You didn’t think it got better than this. You finished your final sentence about music and grinned up at Remus. He smiled back.

“After the tour, let me take you out, yeah? Somewhere nice, and preferably not in the murder capital of Europe.” he said, smile still on his face. It wasn’t often Remus asked a question spontaneously. His actions were almost always premeditated. However, it was you. He just couldn’t help himself.

“I’d really like that, I think.” you replied. Your eyes crinkled at the corners with how wide you smiled. You bit your tongue; you’d much rather die than let out the squeal of excitement that was brewing.

You had to get through the tour first.

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mydaddywiki · 7 months

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Sir Alex Ferguson

Physique: Average Build Height: 5′ 11″ (180 cm)

Sir Alexander Chapman Ferguson CBE (born 31 December 1941-) is a Scottish former football manager and player, best known for managing Manchester United from 1986 to 2013. His time at the club has led to Ferguson being regarded as one of the most successful, admired and respected managers in the history of the game. Not to mention that he looks hot as hell.

During his 26 years with Manchester United he won 38 trophies, including 13 Premier League titles, five FA Cups and two UEFA Champions League titles. He was knighted in the 1999 Queen's Birthday Honours list, for his services to the game.

Obviously he has cute, sexy legs being a former athlete and all but the main attraction was his face. Handsome, soft and gentle looking. And the things I could do to those lips of his. He looks damn good in a suit, but seeing him in his sports/training outfits, you don't have to imagine him naked in order to get aroused. Then there's the attitude of his. Strict, shouty and a little violent. You just know this man would be good in bed. The kind of man I could spend hours with. Having him on his back, those nice legs in the air. Mmmmmm. Sorry, my imagination went into overdrive for a minute.

Ferguson lives in Wilmslow, Cheshire, with his wife and have three sons. He's also a self-described socialist. There isn't much else I can say about him. He's lovely looking and I'd love to fuck him.

#alex ferguson #mydaddywiki sports figures #football manager

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sidelinedaddysafari · 7 months

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Steve Evans Scottish Football Manager

#steve evans #football manager

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 11 months

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Steve Evans

Scottish Football Manager

My bootleg Jack McGee, I just want to drop a load an his chest.

#Steve Evans #football manager #handsome daddy #husky daddy #daddy #chubby daddy #casual dress #celebrities #CILF #scottish football manager

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dadsinsuits · 1 month

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Alex Ferguson

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injestedsoap · 5 months

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Wet and Weary

Some SoapGaz smut up on my ao3!

As soon as they got back from the multi mile march and into their barracks Gaz fell onto the bed and Soap dropped to the floor.

“Wassat for?” Gaz asked, too tired to separate the words.

“If I don’t I’ll be fucking sore in the morning,” Soap replied, his legs spread wide, gripping his toes as he stretched his body.

Gaz grunted, too exhausted to even think about taking off his boots, “Gonna be sore no matter what, mate.”

Soap made a noise of agreement, still stretching on the floor.

Gaz had rolled and sprained his ankle back when he played football, at the time it hadn’t seemed like a big deal, his mate who was the team manager had set it and wrapped it and it healed fast enough Gaz didn’t see a reason to get it properly treated. He was back on the pitch in less than a week after all. Adult Gaz wanted to go smack some sense into his younger self because here and now his feet were absolutely screaming at him. His previously injured ankle had swelled up in his boots and he knew it was rubbed raw, he’d be lucky if he hadn’t bled through his socks.

Gaz sighed as he let the sweat cool on his face. He needed to get up, he at least needed to unlace his boots and relieve the pressure on his feet and ankle. He really needed to.

A soft clatter let him know Soap was back up off the floor, stretching his back and arms as he walked to the kitchenette. “Water, Gaz?” He called over his shoulder.

“Mmh,” Gaz rubbed a hand over his face. He had meant to sit up but instead he let out a soft noise as a cool glass of water was pressed gently to his temple.

“You alright?” Soap asked quietly.

Gaz opened an eye and smiled a little ruefully, “Football injury’s acting up.” He admitted.

Soap cocked his head slightly, “Feet hurt?”

Gaz nodded, pushing himself up so he could accept the water, “Bad, yeah.”

Gaz watched something pass across Soap’s face and then he grinned, “Drink your drink, yeah? I’ll be right back.”

“I don’t like that smile, MacTavish,” Gaz called as Soap shot him an exaggerated grin and disappeared back into the kitchen. Gaz rolled his eyes and took a drink of the water, god but that was good. He let his head loll back, rolling it on his shoulders. Alright, step one boots off. He shifted, reaching to set the water on his nightstand and moved to start untying his boot when he heard a very Scottish “Ach!” Gaz looked up to see Soap trotting over to him with a cup of ice, a towel over his shoulder.

“Ach, no, settle back, will ye?” Soap said, shooing his hands away.

Gaz laughed, “Alright, mum.” Watching in sight confusion as Soap set the ice chips down on the floor and then took his still booted foot into his hands and began undoing the laces. “Oh mate I can–”

“Yeah I know you can ,” Soap said, not looking up from his task. He removed the boot, pushing it under the bed and Gaz blushed as Soap slid his sock off as well.

Gaz opened his mouth to protest when Soap moved to the other foot but all that came out was a hiss of pain when Soap grabbed his ankle. Soap stopped, looking up at Gaz in concern and Gaz fought a quick internal battle before sagging. “Ankle’s swollen and bleedin’,” he mumbled he met Soap’s worried eyes and shrugged, “Football injury, like I said.”

“Ah, Gaz…” Soap sighed, very slowly untying the laces and carefully removing the boot, “Sock next, ready?”

“I’ve been shot I think I can–”

“Ready?”

Gaz looked into those big blue eyes and bit his lip before softly saying “Slowly?”

Any part of Gaz that was trying to act cool at this point melted into goo as Soap kissed his knee and slowly began to roll down the tall sock. Gaz fisted the sheets, gritting his teeth. Really he felt like he was overreacting but dammit it did fucking hurt. Finally the sock came free and Soap tossed it across the room to the small mountain of dirty laundry they had been building. The ankle was a red sticky mess. Not gushing blood by any means but it was oozing out all over, making the skin tacky, there were bits of black fluff from the sock and it was swollen and tender.

“Alright,” Soap scooted a bit closer, looking up at Gaz through his long lashes, “Now this is gonna twinge but just a bit and then it’ll feel so nice, alright?”

Gaz looked down at him and couldn’t help but snicker, “Are you about to finger me, MacTavish?”

The look Soap gave him was one that Gaz was sure had dropped a hundred knickers, “Let’s see how this goes and then see how we feel.”

Gaz laughed and then, and he would deny this to anyone who asked, squeaked . Soap had plucked an ice chip out of the cup next to him and began smoothing it over Gaz’s foot. “Ah, Soap, what–?”

“Not quite an ice bath but it’ll have to do for now.” Soap said, looking up at him with a grin.

Gaz was going to have to look away, there was no way he could keep looking at Soap gently cradling his foot and running ice over the hot, sore, skin. He swallowed, his breath came out in a little woosh , he really should look away.

“Feels nice, yeah?”

Soap’s voice had pitched down, the ice in his hands melting and dripping onto the knee of his fatigues.

“Yeah.” Gaz didn’t know if he was supposed to answer, he didn’t even know if it was an answer to the question or the sight of Soap grabbing another ice chip to begin rubbing over his foot again. It felt bloody good, was the truth. And Soap on his knees… tending to him … that felt bloody good too.

Carefully, so carefully, Soap slid the chip higher, gently rubbing it over the abused flesh of his ankle. Gaz hissed, closing his eyes at the sharp spike of pain.

“I’ll be quick,” Soap assured him, “Just need to get the swelling down and the fluff off.”

Gaz nodded, forcing himself to focus on the feeling of Soap’s hands, one cupping the heel of his foot and the other tenderly moving over his ankle in an almost caress. True to his word Soap was efficient and gentle and just as fast as Gaz had been getting used to the ice it dripped down his ankle and off his foot onto the towel Soap was using to carefully dry his foot with.

“Not gonna use your hair?” Gaz joked, it was one of maybe a handful of bible stories he could remember.

“Call me old fashioned,” Soap said, as he scooted over a mite and took up Gaz’s other foot, “But I believe ye shouldn’t let a man put his foot on your head until after you’ve fingered him.”

The only reason Soap wasn’t knocked flat on his ass when Gaz kicked him was because he was so damn worn out from the march.

“You fucking prick!” Gaz laughed, laying back on the bed as Soap started the ice rub on his other foot, “God damn, Soap,” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, grinning at the man, he curled his toes before thinking about the fact that Soap was currently holding them and felt the blush on his cheeks again.

Soap looked up at him, smoothing his cool, wet, thumbs over Gaz’s ankles. “Feel any better?”

Gaz held his eyes and slowly wrapped his legs around Soap’s waist, “Yeah,” He pushed himself up the bed as Soap, bless him, took the hint and began crawling up and over Gaz, “Could be doing better, though.”

“Oh, aye?” Soap was on his hands and knees over Gaz and somehow this felt both sudden and like it had been racing toward them for ages as Gaz wrapped his legs carefully around Soap’s waist, water dripping onto his shirt, as he pulled the man down and kissed him.

Soap tasted like a long march and orange sports drink and Gaz wanted to suck the taste from his tongue. Soap was braced above him, keeping the bulk of his weight off Gaz as he sucked and bit on his plush bottom lip.

“Fuck,” He grunted, “Fuck Ky, my books are still on.”

“Don’t care,” Gaz grabbed his head, dragging Soap back to his mouth.

“I’m sweaty,” Soap said helplessly, biting his earlobe and sucking on his neck.

“Good,” Gaz pressed Soap down into him with his, grinding their hips together.

Soap let out a loud moan and bit lightly on Gaz’s collarbone. “Jesus fucking Christ, Gaz.”

“We can stop,” Gaz whispered, scratching blunt nails over the back of his neck and licking the shell of his ear, “We can,”

Soap blew cool air over a barely there hickey on the little bit of Gaz’s chest he could reach, “You deserve better than this,”

“No!” It was such a fast rebuttal Gaz was almost startled by it, but he meant it, “No I want you, John, I want this, okay, I do.”

The laugh Soap gave him was on the edge of helpless, he turned his head and kissed Gaz on the wrist, “I want you too, Gazzie, believe you me, but you deserve someone washed and preferably naked .” Soap pulled back from him, rising up onto his knees and taking Gaz’s hips with him since his legs were still wrapped around Soap’s waist. “May I go shower, Sergeant Garrick?”

Gaz looked up at him, two hours ago if you asked him if he’d want to bed down with Soap he’d laugh and ask what you were on. Not that Soap wasn’t handsome and funny and smart and kind and blimey Gaz from two hours ago was a fucking loony. He raised his hips, rolling against Soap and reached a hand up to grab his belt and lever himself up.

“Nah.” he said, unbuckling Soap’s belt and sliding it off as Soap’s breath caught in his throat and he groaned. “You can shower after you’ve cum,” Gaz kissed the front of his boxers as he pulled Soap’s pants down and Soap moaned.

“Drive a hard bargain.” Soap managed before letting out a little ‘ ah! ’ as Gaz pressed his fingers into the wet patch on Soap’s boxers, sliding his fingers into the slit of Soap’s cunt over the fabric.

“Look at you already dripping for me.” Gaz grinned wickedly “Did you get all wet while you were on your knees washing my feet?” he pressed at Soap’s entrance, still on the other side of the cotton barrier. “Didn’t realize you had such a service kink, MacTavish.”

“Like being on my knees for you,” Soap sighed, “Like taking care of you.”

“Good boy,” Gaz whispered, sliding the boxers down just enough for him to get at Soap’s pussy, “Now stand up straight while I take care of you.”

Soap just barely managed not to bark when Gaz’s soft lips met his clit. He hunched forward, gripping Gaz’s shoulders as that smart tongue got to work on him, lapping at his pussy like Gaz was starving for it.

“Ah, ah, fuck Gaz.”

“God you taste good,” He tasted like sweat and musk and normally that was not for Gaz but he was realizing a lot of things about Soap worked for him that he wasn’t normally into.

“Probably taste like– FUCK OH!”

Gaz had found his g-spot with a kind of pinpoint accuracy that had Soap’s head spinning in drooling delight. “I’m supposed to finger y-you.”

“Shower,” Gaz whispered into the fabric of Soap’s tank top.

“ Oh .” Soap breathed and then he was opening his mouth in a soundless howl as he came around Gaz’s fingers. Soap barely gave himself time to recover before he was straightening up, grabbing Gaz’s legs and wrapping them around his waist before he grabbed the man’s ass and lifted him up. “Shower?” He asked, his voice less suave than he would have liked.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Gaz breathed, grabbing Soap around the shoulder and rubbing his still clothed cock against Soap’s dripping cunt.

Soap’s eyes rolled and he moved as quickly as he could to the bathroom with his pants around his waist and Gaz trying to suck a hole in his chest.

“Boots, shit, fuck,” Soap grumbled, quickly setting Gaz on the sink and dropping to unlace and remove his boots. Above him Gaz was stripping out of his fatigues as well, he got his jacket and his shirt over his head before moving to his pants and hearing a “No!” Soap popped up and grabbed his belt. “Mine,” He said before stripping the belt in one fluid movement. Gaz made a noise yanked out of a shitty porno and then somehow managed to make wriggling out of his pants about as unsexy as possible. Soap dropped to his knees as he tugged the pants from him, stopping to carefully protect Gaz’s ankle as he pulled them free.

“This feeling okay?” Soap asked, peppering kisses around the abused ankle as he asked.

How on Earth he had the brain space to ask both befuddled Gaz and made his already throbbing cock that much harder. “Get your ass up here and kiss me.” he moaned. Soap did what he was told and shot up from the ground, grabbing his cheek with one hand and his boxers with the other, tugging them down one handed until he could get his hand on Gaz’s cock. Gaz was suddenly aware that he was in danger of being jerked off on the sink while Soap was still mostly clothed.

“God, oh my god, ngh,” Soap was licking behind his ear, Gaz tried to focus in as Soap reached down to gather some of his own slick before reaching for Gaz’s cock, and he only just barely managed to gasp “Don’t you fucking dare jerk me off on the sink while you’re still dressed, John MacTavish.”

Soap whimpered but nodded shakily, he moved his hand to wipe it off on his fatigues but Gaz caught his wrist and licked his fingers clean, looking up to meet Soap’s enormous eyes.

“You are a fucking monster,” Soap said in awe before he pulled back and stripped as quickly as he could, shirt over his head, pants and boxers down at the same time, kicked into the corner of his room along with his boots, he made quick work of finally divesting Gaz of his boxers and then… Soap stood, naked and wet looking at Gaz, naked and hard sat on the sink. It was like they both suddenly realized what they were doing and got shy.

For a moment Gaz was worried maybe this was a mistake, maybe they both acted in the heat of the moment and maybe they should just drop this where it stood and part ways and then Soap was breathing out “Good god, Gaz, look at you,” and Gaz was getting kissed like they were both going to die tomorrow.

“Legs around me.” Soap whispered.

“Wot?” Gaz asked, his teeth on Soap’s ear.

“I’m gonna pick you up again, legs around me.”

Gaz didn’t even pretend to argue as he wrapped his legs around Soap and let himself be carried into the shower. They both yelped and giggled as they worked to get the water temp right and let out twin noises to pleasure when the hot water washed over them.

Gaz leaned in, resting his forehead against Soap’s. “You gonna hold me up all night?”

“That’s the plan,” Soap purred against his mouth, “You’ll have to wash me, though.”

Gaz grinned and rolled his eyes, “Needy.” Gaz hadn’t ever showered with a partner before. Just wasn’t something he’d ever tried. But he was starting to think it was something he’d missed because running soapy hands over Soap’s warm wet body was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever done. Soap kissed him deeply as Gaz scrubbed shampoo into his hair and then idly licked his neck as Gaz washed himself. Next time (and god the idea that they would do this again had Gaz’s toes curling again) Soap was going to slide those hot hands all over Gaz’s body and jerk him off with the body wash. Gaz was so lost in that fantasy he didn’t even notice the hands sliding down his back until there were fingers sliding between his cheeks and a knuckle gently pressing at his hole.

“Soap,” He groaned.

“Mhm, we can use soap for lube.”

Gaz snorted and gave him a gentle headbutt. “Alright, now I don’t even know if I want it.”

“We stop any time you want,” Soap smiled, rocking the knuckle against Gaz’s hole.

“Don’t you bloody dare.” Gaz kissed him and gasped as Soap gently slipped a finger past the tight ring of muscles. “Fuck.”

“You done this before?” Soap asked, pumping slowly.

“Course,” Gaz nodded, “Just, ah, been a minute.”

“Tell me to slow down any time.” Soap kissed the side of his head and went back to work slowly pumping in and out, letting the water and a bit of conditioner ease his passage. Soap was two fingers deep when he felt a small nub and Gaz jerked against him with a yell. “That’s my boy, there we are.” Soap licked a stripe up his neck, rubbing at Gaz’s prostate as he continued to pump. “Get me messy, baby.” Soap nipped at his adam’s apple and Gaz jerked against him, rubbing his cock on Soap’s tight stomach, the wet hair and the hard skin a delicious friction.

“Close.” Gaz grunted, if he was being honest he’d been close since that first ice chip had touched his foot but now he was proper close. His balls tightening, his thighs trembling, he pressed an open mouth kiss to Soap’s jaw as he squeezed around his fingers.

“Give it to me, Gaz, come on, love.” Soap was moving faster now, the wet sound of his fingers pumping in and out filling the shower. He bounced Gaz lightly to adjust him and fuck if that wasn’t what did it. Gaz dug his nails into Soap’s shoulder, gasped, and was cumming across Soap’s stomach.

“Soap,” Gaz kissed the name into his neck and clung onto him, “Soap, fuck.”

“I’ve gotcha, I’ve gotcha,” Soap kissed his temple and with a bit of maneuvering he got enough space between them to wash Gaz’s release from him without putting the man down. They finished their shower and Soap carried them back to the bedroom, bypassing Gaz’s bed and dropping the other man gently onto his own.

“Your place tonight, hm?” Gaz asked, everything was catching up to him and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

“Figure we can do mine tonight and pop over to yours tomorrow.” Soap said, crawling into bed with Gaz, cuddling against his soft naked body on the small mattress. “So long as you’re not sick of me yet.”

Gaz felt Soap kiss the back of his neck and sighed happily, holding the hand that was wrapped loosely around his waist. “Mine tomorrow it is, then.” He sighed.

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