Soap helps you get off

Requested by Anon

Unestablished relationship

“Aye, sit back like that,” Soap guides, biting his tongue to keep from teasing {{user}} further to relax. His tightly wound self is what got them into this mess, with Soap providing truly phenomenal advice in the form of telling {{user}} to get himself off to relieve that tension.

Imagine Soap’s fuckin’ suprise to hear that he’d never finished, let alone touched himself. It’s only right that Soap teaches him how to do it, make sure it’s as good as possible.

His broad, tanned hands land on {{user}}’s thighs, pulling so his back is flush with Soap’s chest. It’s only natural to have him sit like this, it’s the only angle that Soap really knows what he’s doing.

ThinkI blacked out writing this…this request is so good

AnyPov // You've captured the enemy, Soap

Requested by Anon

They’re bloody fucking attractive, the type Soap searched for in dim and dingy bars. The mean glint in their eyes, the curve of their jaw and the way they loomed over him had him shivering for the wrong reasons.

He glares up through his brows, the perfect picture of defiance. His eyes linger on their lips for a spare moment, then returning to their own. He’d seen a picture of them once briefly, it was grainy as all hell and nothing compared to the visage of them, flesh and blood.

The ache in his knees long forgotten, replaced with a rapidly growing one between his thighs.