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This is great and also so relatable to both đ
Soap: I used to think it was big of me that I didnât hold grudges but then I realized itâs the ADHD.
Soap: I simply canât remember what happened.
Ghost, taking his knife out: Donât worry. I do.
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quickie
Masterlist
#cod#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#soap mctavish#john soap mactavish#cod fanart#fanart#soap smut#soap fanart#cod mw soap#soap mactavish fanart#soap cod#johnny mactavish#sergeant mactavish#john mactavish smut#soap call of duty#soap mactavish#soap mw2#cod soap#cod ghost#cod mw3#mw2#mw3#mw2 fanart#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty#soap
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thinking about johnny cominh home after a hard day, you're sitting on the couch and want to ask him how his day was and how hes doing, but before you can even say hello hes pulling your pants and undies down, getting on his, hooking your legs over his shoulders and nuzzling into your bush :((
#sigh#when is it my turn#gothghostiie#John mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#soap x reader#soap#john mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#soap mactavish x reader#soap cod#cod soap#cod soap x reader#soap cod x reader#cod mw#cod mw2#cod mwii#call of duty#cod#cod mw3#cod mwiii
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Soap:"I love my wife."
Ghost:"I'm a man."
Soap:"yes and my wife."
#call of duty#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare#incorrect quotes#incorrect cod quotes#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#ghoap
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jetlagged
#i don't draw for two weeks and my entire work setup feels like a stranger to me LMAO#had to familiarize myself with CSP for about 10 mins and all my brush settings felt so fucking off ahsahsah#DoNT WORRY!!! MUSCLE MEMORY KICKED IN!!! tho im still getting used to my monitor. my eyes feel a little strained#my art#2024#call of duty#cod#call of duty: modern warfare#mw#cod mw#johnny soap mactavish#soap cod#soap mactavish#art#fanart#digital art#digital drawing#sketch#doodle#video games
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KINKTOBER
â°â†DAY FOURTEEN: SPANKING w/ JOHNNY MACTAVISH
Riding Johnny in the backseat of his truck after a night at the pub with the rest of the group, back facing him as your ass smacks down on his meaty thighs, greedy pussy squelching as it swallows every inch of your cunny-drunk boyfriend's thick cock.
"There ya go, bunny. Jus' like that." Johnny slurs, heavy, glassy eyes focused on the way your bodies plap against one another, causing your perfect ass to ripple on top of him. The booze has settled deep in his gut, making him hazy, and impossibly more touchy than he is typically.
His needy hands are palming and clawing at the flesh of your hips, slamming you back down against his aching balls that are just begging to burst, nestled right under your little clit, making you whine and grind so eagerly. Johnny, emboldened by the drinks in his system, tightens his hold on your plush body and thrusts up into you, matching your tipsy pace and ramming his fat cock into every nook and cranny of your drooling cunt.
With an almost predatory eagerness, Johnny's gaze scans over your body, hands tensing with carnal desire as he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, making you whine as your hips falter.
"Don't stop, love. Don't stop." Johnny groans, voice breathy and soft as he soothes the sting of the blow he left with slow, circular rubs into your smooth skin. You moan softly as he starts thrusting up into you again, harder this time, your nails digging into the leather seats of the truck. His hips pump faster, driving him deeper into you with each brutal thrust, making your body jolt as you try and fail to keep up.
Your breath hitches in your throat as Johnny's hand comes down on your ass again, leaving a surge of heat on your skin that only serves to fuel your need for more, back arching and body shuddering. Your moans echo through the truck as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, every sensation amplified by the alcohol coursing through your veins and the slick dripping down your thighs.
And Johnny is absolutely gone, lips parted and eyes wide as he takes in how fucking hot it is to see the print his hand leaves on your cute ass, some sick, possessive part of him getting off on how good you look all marked up by him. Johnny's breathing becomes ragged, his chest heaving as he grits his teeth and focuses on driving into you faster and harder.
But just as you're about to reach the peak of pleasure, Johnny stops. His hips stall mid-thrust and he pulls his hands away from your body, leaving you gasping for air and wanting more. You try to turn around, confused and frustrated, but he grips your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he gently caresses and gropes your ass.
"What- What are you doing?" You ask breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper as your hands rest on top of his shins to stabilise your twitchy, impatient body.
"Just admiring my handiwork." Johnny murmurs, running his thumb over the marks left on you, his face gleaming with awe as he chuckles immaturely, his cheeks flushed and hair messy.
He's such an ass.
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đ đ§Œ
âDon't go...â
â...I have to.â
#ghost cod#ghost#ghost simon riley#simon ghost riley#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap cod#soapghost#ghoap#art#fanart#artwork#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty#artists on tumblr#sketch
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I'm gonna try to get better ghoap stuff done but i just wanted to get this page of sketches finished cuz i am kinda over it, sorry for not a lot of new stuf lately. I am mostly done with uni finally and am exhausted
#lukasaurusart#call of duty#cod#soap cod#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghost cod#call of duty soap#simon ghost riley#soap mactavish#ghoap baby#ghoap#ghoap art#ghost call of duty#soap call of duty
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BABY SAIDâ
Soap eating you out in a closet to relieve the tension of your workday.
Until your legs give outâ no, scratch that, he can carry you.
Tags: smut, oral f!receiving, soap x reader, established relationship, 0.6k words.
Head tilting back against the wall, you suck in a gasp. Your gaze lands on the closet's ceiling and the cheap light bulb attached to it; you could not believe you let Soap drag you in here again.
At least this time, the door was locked and your shenanigans weren't encroaching on your work hours.
You didnât see yourself as someone so easily swayed, but the Scotsman had very convincing argumentsâ mainly his puppy eyes and his skillful tongue.
Today had been more stressful than average, and if there was one thing that Johnny had learned during your relationship, it was that a sure way to soothe the strain in your shoulders was through an orgasm or two. You couldnât even try to hide your tension from him when there was always one of his hands affectionately wandering and squeezing your shoulders.
Sometimes you wonder which one of you two is getting the better end of the deal; which one is reaping the most pleasure from the zeal he was manifesting between your thighs. You hadn't come up with an answer yet.
Your anxious self would have normally been on the lookout for interruptions, but Johnny was doing too good between your legs to not distract you.
Kneeling, he has you sandwiched between the wall and himself, trousers and underwear hanging off one of your ankles, one foot placed on his shoulder to grant him better access.
As the band of arousal in your lower stomach tightens, your toes curl and your back arches, and you find yourself helplessly grinding against his face. Your teeth sink harder into your forefingerâ pressed into your mouth earlier to muffle your moans. Your free hand uselessly claws at the wall for something to hold onto as pleasure radiates through your body.
Knowing your telltale signs by heart, the Scotsman redoubles in fervor his ministrations. His grip on your thigh and hip hardens, betraying his excitement at the thought of your impending release.
Fuckfuckfuckâ
His renewed, blatant eagerness, coupled to the proficiency of his tongue, sends you tumbling over the edge.
You swear in a hushed voice, panting, while your favorite sergeant proceeds to gently clean you up, occasionally halting to press his lips reverently against the soft skin of your inner thighs, his calloused hands caressing any bare part of you within reach.
Later, once you're done catching your breath, and he's done worshipping your plump flesh, youâre about to remove your foot from his shoulder when he dives right back in, like you didnât just come.
It's your fault, in a twisted kind of way. You were a fool for sincerely thinking that one orgasm would satiate him.
It's not that you donât absolutely love this, and him, but your legs strongly disagree, and they let you know it.
Twitching and quivering, your now feeble limbs struggle to keep you standing.
âJohnny Iâ I can'tâŠâ you croak.
The result of your plea is instantaneous, practiced tongue retracting from your walls.
He places a tender kiss on your sex. Then he looks up to meet your gaze, not without hungrily licking his lips, a gesture reminiscent of a wolf lapping the last remnants of his meal. In the half-light, his blue eyes are almost glowing.
âWant tae stop?â
The sight of his stumble glistening with your release sends a throb between your legsâ he won't be able to clean himself properly without walking out of your hideout to reach the bathroom, out in the open, where anyone could see. Worse is, you know he wonât mind; hell, may even have counted on it.
âNo, but⊠my legs are giving out.â
âS'that all? Should have said so from the start, hen. I've got ye.â
He grabs the back of your knees and settles your thighs on his shoulders, effortlessly keeping you up in the air.
You would protest that you were too heavy for him to last long in that position, that he was going to hurt himself, but you knew better; after he proved time and time again that he was more than capable of supporting your whole bodyweight.
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First sight Gaz at Werewolf Soap.
#call of duty#cod#cod fanart#my art#fantastic beasts#kyle gaz garrick#soap mactavish#cod soap#niffler
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I adore the way you draw Ghost's mask. (>á<àč)/âĄ
idk what to add itâs just as he says
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When Johnny Comes Back pt7
Howdy! I'm really proud of this one! Please enjoy! it gets funny
idk if you wanted to be tagged in this one too but, @supermegabitchboyexceptimagirl, and of course @beelzebee
I think I should get those tumblr dividers. Also, sorry if you can't understand everything that's said here. You'll know it when you get to it. Its not the end btw.
part1, part2, part3, part4, part5, part6
Itâs a quiet night once more, this time youâre in bed, unable to sleep.
Itâs been too long. Heâs gone. Shot by some guy. Just like in your nightmares
You sigh and look at your clock, 1:26 AM.
ugh
You get up, your cat waking up due to it, and decide to justâŠ.pace
You do just that, trying to find reason within your rhyme. You feed makes thudding noises on the cold hard ground.
thud thud thud thud
heâll be fine
Thud thud thud thud
heâs just recovering
Thud thud
heâs gone
Thud
no heâs not
Thud thud thud
youâll never be able to see him again
Thud thud thud
youâll never tell him I love you
Thud thud thud
thereâs no more Mactavish finesse
Thud thud thud
heâs reduced to ashes in an urn like in your nightmares
Thud thud drip thud
you look down and realize that a tear has fallen from your face.
sigh
you told yourself that you wouldnât end up like this. If heâs alive then this is for nothing and if heâs deadâŠ.wellâŠthen this was just added misery.
You go to the bathroom and wash your face, sniffling a little.
heâs fine
You stare at your face in the mirror, blood rushed to your nose and cheeks, puffy eyed. You didnât look so good.
You looked tired. Youâve been holding yourself up well right?
YeahâŠ
Yeah you are!
You couldâve been so much worse but you held up. Even if your eyes look tired and the steady drip of water from your face to the sink makes it unclear whether or not your crying. You werenât. youâre fine
Ugh. This is why you try not to think of him! You feel so stupid and naive and sensitive and lost and-
âmrow?â
You feel Simon brush up against your leg, stopping your train wreck of thoughts. You smile, heâs so cute no matter how grumpy he is.
âSimonâ you say fondly. You lean down and pick him up into your arms, swaying him like a baby as you walk out the bathroom.
Simonâs presence helped but it can only do so much.
You rock him, pet him and scratch him as you continue to pace.
Thud thud thud
youâre so cute Simon
Thud thud thud
youâre precious
Thud thud thud
you know Johnny will come back right?
Thud click thud
you know youâre a little bastard?
Thud thud thud
yeah you know you are? A bastard just like-âŠ..
Thud Creak thud
likeâŠ.
Thud stomp thud stomp
likeâŠâŠ
thud Stomp Thud
.
âHoney, Iâm home!â
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You stand there, eyes wide in shock.
âJohnny?â You whisper but it was too low for even yourself to hear.
âAye Bonnie, ye miss me?â
Your legs felt frozen as you look at him. A bandage around his head and a few new scars onto him to show off. His bag in one hand.
âWhatâs wrong lassie? Ye look like yeâve seen the dead came back tae lifeâ he teases gently, but in a tone that indicates that he missed you.
heâs here
Johnny Came Back
You feel tears pricking your eyes, but he didnât notice. He drops his bag down and starts walking towards you. Ready to spend his return the same way he usually spends it: watching a movie with an engorgement of take out and smothering you.
âJohnnyâ you whisper a little louder
Johnny smiles âthe one and only. Couldnât have ye sell my urn to the damn Britsâ He chuckled
âJohnnyâ you whisper once again and this time he catches the weight of your tone and becomes more solemn and sincere. âAyeâŠ.itâs me BonnieâŠ.itâs me. Iâm homeâ Your breath hitches and your hand slowly raises to cup his jaw, feeling his overgrown facial hair. He couldnât shave it to his preferred length.
He drops his headâs weight into your hand, rubbing his cheek into your soft palm, looking softly into your eyes with a smile.
âJohnnyâ you voice now breaks and your breathing audibly hitches, tears welling in your eyes.
Johnny's eyes widen in shock, as if that was somehow an unexpected reaction.
âBonnie?â
He tries to comfort you. Tries to think of something to say
âBonnie I-â
âI thought you were dead Johnny!â You break out.
Johnny looked more shocked. Did you get the wrong information? Or did you just assume the worst?
âNo, I-â
âI thought Iâd never see you again!â You cry, your shoulders shaking. He looked guilty, he opens his mouth to try to apologize but you do what you shouldâve spent he moment he showed his handsome ugly mug. You hug him, tightly. Almost too tight for the worn soldier.
Johnny is startled for a moment before reciprocating, hugging you back with fervor. You wet his shirt with your tears âI thought you were gone Johnny!â You cry, shaking in his arms. âNo no lassie donât cryâ he rubs your back as you take lungfuls of his scent, finally being able to breathe it in again after it faded from your home.
He rocks you slightly as you take him all in and muffle all your grievances into his shirt. Eventually he grabs your face and stares into your eyes, his face seeming so tired and pained. Your heart clenches. You should care more about how heâs feeling.
âIâm tae sorry fer words honey, I didnât think tae tell someone tell ye Iâm fine. I just, had a rough time in the hospital an-â
You hug him again âsit down you lug. You need to restâ you gently guide him to his spot on the couch, where he belongs
âHow are you feeling? Do you need anything?â You gently ask, cupping his face with both hands and looking at his injury.
He smiles and seemed to relax more that heâs done in a while. He places his rough calloused hands on yours and closes his eyes.
âAye Bonnie lass, ye could kiss it betterâ he chuckles, feeling up your hands.
.
.
.
.
heâs had a rough time. Maybe he just needs any form of affection after being hospitalized for so long
You lean in up to his temple where the bandages are and place the most gentle and delicate of kisses on it. Johnnyâs breath hitches, you donât usually kiss him why would you? Youâre just friends right?
You wanted to tell him youâre in love with him, or that you wanted him and no one else. ButâŠ.no. not now, he just came back andâŠif itâs not reciprocal you donât want him to deal with that right now. This should be all about him and not you. No, now all you wanted was to make sure that your roommate was okay. That canâŠ.come later. If you were willing to risk it. Whatâs most important is that heâs here and you take care of him. Not your feelings. âMiss me that much Bonnie? I should get shot more often. Then I could get another kissâ He tries to tease but the look on your face was enough to drop the jokes. He becomes more somber, his hands on yours now stroking your forearms. He looks into your eyes, sincerity evident âI missed ye too lassie, didnât think tae tell ye cuz I dinae think Iâd be gone fer so long. Glad to hear I was missed. Nice shirtâ he says but it wasnât the usual teasing tone he had. You look down and sure enough, youâre wearing one of Soapâs shirts as pjs, his scent long done from it. You smile, sniffling a little âIâm so glad youâre okay. I was so worried JohnnyâŠ.â
âAye, I could tellâŠâŠye dinae need to worry Bonnie lass, Iâm a big strong manâ
You huffed a laugh as he rubbed your eyes âDonât be sadâŠ.your big bad sergeant is here.â You lay on top of him, face to neck, justâŠ.taking in his presence. He does the same, scratching your scalp, rubbing your back.
Heâs back
Johnny came back
Johnny came home
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After some time, he piped up
âLetâs watch a movie aye? Iâm starvin.â
You chuckle, a much lighter and freer laugh than the ones youâve been making for months. Free from your worries about Johnny
âOf course Johnny. Iâll order you take outâ
You kiss his nose. He gives you that signature smile of his.
âYer spoilin me, loveâ
âDonât you forget itâ
"how could I ever?"
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It felt so good going back to an old routine. Your movements were unfamiliar and rusty as you sit and eat take out with Johnny at 2:17 AM while a movie was on. He already finished 2 meals but the soldier was still going at it like the dog he was.
âBetter than any hospital slop I tells ye!â
You smile, softer and fonder than Johnny remembers, and settle in the routine you remember you had before he left. A blanket tossed over both of you legs, an arm wrapped around some part of you. This time it was around your neck while he ate, a bit awkward but you were not about to complain. He was back and that was all that mattered. He finished up his feast and went back to watching some silly movie based on a tumblr post.
Itâs about a random Asian kid whose plane goes down somewhere in Scotland, and he learns traditional Scottish kickboxing. The wise old mentor speaks with an indecipherable Highland accent, Johnny somehow understands and translates for you, and spends the whole film in a full kilt for no particular reason. He goes back to China to reclaim his parent's company made in the style of those "mediocre white boy learns the secrets of ancient martial arts" movies. Itâs a funny concept and a movie youâve been wanting to watch for months but didnât becauseâŠ.wellâŠ.Johnny wasnât here. You couldnât watch this without him.
And youâre so glad you didnât because now as Johnny has his warm arm wrapped around you, gentler than usual due to his injuries on his arm. His mouth is near your ear as he âtranslatesâ English to English. It doesnât really matter what he was saying. All that mattered is hearing his raspy deep voice reverberating in your ear. Usually youâd tell yourself you could drag yourself to bed after the movie but you knew couldnât drag yourself to bed after all this. You wanted to fall asleep on this couch with him. But just before you resigned yourself to that wonderful fate, you remember something.
âAre you going to sleep here Johnny?â You asked
âAye, canât anger the sleeping tiger. I wonât move an inch wee Bonnie donât ye worryâ
You sit up and look at him while the movie was Montaging with terrible bagpipe music âNo. You need to rest on an actual bed. Youâre still recoveringâ
âYe dinae need tae worry aboot me love. Iâm fi-â
âJohnny.â You say sternly âyouâve been shot in the head donât BS me now after all thatâ your voice cracked a bit when you mentioned his terrible injury.
Johnny sighs and smiles âI could get used tae being babied like thisâ
His tone was teasing but somehow you had a feeling he did wanted to be babied, to be treated and spoken to gently in a way he couldnât get in a military setting.
You sigh and smile. âOne movie okay? Then Iâll run you a bath, rub your back, maybe change your bandages and scratch your hair till you fall asleep in a bed sound good Johnny?â His eyes were enticed but he just had to be a goofy little guy doesnât he?
âCannae read me a bedtime story?â He teased. You giggled and nodded. You had a feeling he just wanted to hear your voice âIâll tell you the story of the ugly duckling. Iâm sure youâll relateâ you joke back
âAye, sing me a lullaby too?â
âYou motherfucking bastard.â You roll your eyes with a smile âyeah Iâll sing you a song about how John and Jill when up the hill to fetch a pail of whisky. John fell down and broke his crown and Jill couldnât see him for months while he was in the hospital.â
âDinae my fault Bonnie!â
âI know baby I knowâ you coo, calling him a baby but Soap seemed to be very happy being called that.
âAs soon as the movieâs over Iâll show my baby just how much I missed him. Wake me up if I sleep okay? If you donât youâll never get that bedtime story ye hear?â
âYes maâamâ
âGood boyâ
You lay back down next to him, continuing to watch the silly movie, the Chinese kid is somehow the chosen one from some ancient Scottish texts made when during some important historical British-Scottish conflict. How did they seriously think that a dizi (bamboo flute) mixed with a bagpipe would make a good soundtrack? And how are they right?
Whatever, itâs not like you were paying much attention when Johnny was stroking your arm right next to you, leaning in and rubbing his scratchy chin against yours, murmuring comments and âtranslationsâ that may not even be that accurate. God you missed him. The movie ends with a Scottish themed âKung Fu fighterâ esque credits song.
He automatically hums something about putting on another movie. âJohnny itâs like 3 and a half in the morningâ
âDinnae care Bonnie. Missed yeâ
âCâmon Johnny, Iâll tuck you in bedâ you tease He grips you tighter into him âIâm tucked in enough like thisâ
You smile, wide and so happy.
âCâmon Johnnyâ you whisper into his ear, scratching his scalp, careful to avoid the injury âthose clothes canât be comfortable. Letâs change into something nicer hmm?â
He sighs contently âonly if ye keep that up BonnieâŠ..feels like heavenâ
âDealâ
You leave him to turn on the bath faucet, making sure itâs the right temperature before going back to clean up the take out. He tried to help but you told him firmly to âstayâ and like a good boy he does. He watches you walk around the flat like a puppy, eyes glued to your form and glimmering so fondly.
You check the bath and itâs ready.
As you turn to call for him âJohnn-â you bump into him directly. He followed you here, unable to be away from you. You huff a laugh and lean on him.
âTake a bath Johnny. You could use one of my bath bombs too.â
âStay with me?â He whines
âIâm not gonna watch you bathe Johnny. You clingy dog.â You chuckle and flick his nose âbut Iâll be waiting for you when you come out okay?â
You walk out, feeling his lingering gaze on your back. You go get his bed ready.
ItâsâŠnot clean. Youâre not proud to admit youâve slept here on more than one occasion due to his absence. It was a mess of Soapâs belongings. A pile of clothes, some things that reminded you of him, things of the like. You clean it up, place a new bedsheet and pillow case, along with a plushie of a kitten with a mohawk, a gift from you.
(The kitten. Image description: a cute kitten with what looks like a mohawk of fur on it's head. end/ID)
(i-it looks better in the story! but the collar is still there /ID a plushie of the mohawk kitten but it looks crudely made and grumpy with a spiky collar /end ID)
You were admiring your clean up before your were startled by a strong set of hands around your waist and a head into your neck and shoulder. âJohnny! You scared meâ He breaths in your scent, while being towel clad âhmmâŠ.BonnieâŠâ
You giggle and turn around, your smile dropping when come face to face with his bared chest. There were more bandages you didnât see before, new scars and burns. You tsk, gently touching the bandages as he gazed at you âyou poor thingâŠthey must hurt so muchâŠ.â
ââŠ..â
you look up at him âdo they hurt? Do you need me to change them or painkillers?â
âIâm fine lovieâŠâ
You shake your head âI left some at your bedside just in case darling.â
ââŠthank you lassieâŠwhat would I do without ye?â
âDie in a ditch apparentlyâ
He smiles, rubbing his thumbs on your waist.
âNever leave meâŠâ
I blush a little at how he said that. Like it wasnât just a roommate thing. âNeverâŠ..letâs get you to bed. Iâm sure youâre so tiredâ
âNae, I still got an enough for that bedtime story and lullabyâ
You laugh âyou're such a babyâŠokay get dressedâ
He, being the bastard he is, decided to go âayeâ and take off his towel right then and there.
You squeak in surprise and avert your eyes
âJohnny!!â
âWhat? Like what you see?â
You whine and mumble as he laughs âget dressed!â
You hear a chuckle and him opening the closet, a moment later he speaks âYe can look now henâ
You turn around and low and behold he didnât even put on anything âJOHNNY!â You slap your hands over your eyes as he laughs.
âWhatâs the matter hen?â
âJOHNNY I SWEAR TO GOD-â
âAye aye, Iâll get dressed.â
You hear some movement as he wears actual clothes, not a lot of clothes but still something
âYou can look now, fer real this timeâ
âSo youâre decent?â
âNot morally but Iâm wearing pantsâ
You turn to look and lo and behold this man only put boxers on.
You groan and roll your eyes
âHowâs that decent Sergeant Soap?â
âCannae see my tadger. And itâs Johnny to you.â
You pretty much can see it honestly but you let him.
âLay on your stomachâ
âBe gentle with me henâ
âOf courseâ
âIâve been a good boyâ
âShut itâ
âYes maâamâ
You look at the tragic state of his back, pity pulling at your heartstrings.
âTell me if it hurts too much okay?â
âYou can never hurt me hen.â
âJohnny.â
âAye aye, I willâ
You sigh and pull out some oils you have along with a muscle gel that should alleviate any pain heâs brushing off in favor of seeming strong or okay. You know he's usually sore after expending himself so much during his job.
âYer spolinâ me bloody rottenâ
âShushâ
You climb on the bed and gently rub in the oil first
âNae, could barely feel it.â
You press harder
âIt ticklesâ
You press harder
âDas itâ
You roll you eyes and do this. Feeling your face heat up every time he groans and sighs. You later put on the muscle relaxant and he sighs and groans even louder, his voice becoming even deeper due to his tiredness, making your insides mushy.
âOhâŠright thereâŠhmmâŠlowerâ
You go lower
âLowerâ
AlrightâŠ
âLowerâ
âAny lower and Iâll be touching your assâ
âAyeâ
âOkay thatâs enough time for bedâ you get off him and he whines
âNooo. Iâm so sorry bonnie please come back. Iâll behaveâ
âOh really? Never seen you behave once in your life Mactavishâ you scold as you put away the things
âGie me a laldy thenâ
âGoodnight Johnnyâ you turn to leave
âNo! Wait!â He jumps and yanks you from behind.
âWhat is it Johnny?â
âYe Havenât tucked me in with a bedtime story yet.â He whines
You sigh but secretly youâre smiling wide at his antics, just glad to go through them again. Leave it to Johnny to overcommit to the bit.
âAight hereâs your bedtime story Ya wee sookâ you reply, turning to face him. He was shocked âYa we- where did ye learn thaâ?â
âI learnt it from a very sexy Scottish lad once upon a timeâ you say as you start literally tucking him into bed, the bastard really has you wrapped around his finger.
His face turns red and his smile wide and bright like the sun.
âAnâ do I ken this mysterious Scottish lad?â
âAyeâ you mimic his accent
He chuckles âtell me about himâ he lays down under the covers laying on his side away from the injury. You think for a moment, then a deeply devious and mischievous look came on your face. You grin and began describing.
âHeâs sexy, charming, funny, heâs got a cute pet, heâs a like knight who saves princesses, heâs large and strong with a Scottish accent.â You list off as Soapâs face goes brighter and happier. He wouldnât say âsave princessesâ but he wasnât going to really correct you. If you see him as a hero who is he to complain
âI wouldnât say that. What else?â
âOh but of course he was. His people were in trouble, and he went out to save themâ he shook his head, adorable wee civi aintcha?
You continue âHe lived alone for a very long time till he met one woman he began to live withâ
âWas she pretty?â
âThe fairest in the landâ He chuckles and settles in more, getting comfortable as you tell this grown ass man his fucking bedtime story
âwhat happened?â
âThey got marriedâ
His eyes widen in shock as his face and ears turn a hot red. He clears his throat that suddenly became very dry. DidâŠdid this mean what he think it meant?
âThaâ right?â
âHmm hmmâ
âI like the sounda thatâ
âThen they lived happily ever afterâ
Soap looked at you with shocked eyes
âThaâ so?â
âHmm hmmâ
He quickly put a mask of faux confidence, putting on his big goofy smile. Pride swells in your heart for making him smile so brightly. He clearly needed it.
âAnd who May this dashing man be?â
âIâll give you a hintâ
âAyeâ
âHis name starts with an Sâ
He chuckles
âI think I ken who it is Bonnieâ
âOh really?â You ask, your face growing more excited âwho is itâ
He pulls his arm out from under the blanket and wraps it around you âtisâ me, Soap. And itâs Johnny to you sweetheartâ
His grip tightens as he drags you closer to him, he shoves his face into your stomach, his heart suddenly beating too fast. Is thisâŠ.your confession? Did you really just say youâll marry him? Looks like those military spouse benefits are too tempting. He looks up, eyes hopeful and ready for his dreams to come true. That youâll become Mrs Mactavish and heâs your Prince Charming.
âWrong.â You suddenly say.
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.
.
.
.
.
âWha?â
âI said wrongâ
âTâŠthen whoâs the big strong sexy Scottish lad who marries the fairest in the land?â
âShrekâ
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âYe. fuckinâ. right. SleEkiT bAmPOT!!â
You burst out laughing hard, doubling over and laughing so hard you collapse on the bed with him. But he doesnât appreciate that
âAway anâ bile ye head! ye absolute weapon!â He practically yells
âYer a right glaikit shan wee gobshite! Ye fuckinâ bastard cunt!!â
He raves and raves unintelligibly as you seem to get a six pack just from how hard youâre laughing and occasionally snorting like a pig. Youâve never heard so many Scottish insults in your life. Or at least you would hear them if you werenât laughing!
Eventually, he shuts up and your laughs slow down. You look at Soap after wiping away your joyful tears. But unfortunately, The look on his face made you burst into laughter all over again.
âAlright alright thatâs enoughâ he huffs and shakes his head, throwing an arm around your face to quiet you.
âOkay okay! Iâm done!â You claim, your laughter lowering.
Johnny looked so done with you it was priceless. You were still in a fit of giggles as he shook his head
âSeriously hen? Shrek?â
âWhaaat?â You ask as if you could feign innocence as youâre giggling uncontrollably
âShrek is the big sexy scott?â
âYeah!â You laugh
âHe bathes in mud Bonnie! Heâs nastyâ he says disgusted as if he doesn't have worse hear me outs
âAnd youâre not?â
âOh thatâs it ye-â he jumps you and harshly man handles you. Pinning you with his big weight, restricting your breathing by pressing on your chest, just being an overall rough housing bastard. Itâs not bad enough to cause actual legitimate harm but itâs rougher than heâs ever been with you.
âJohnnyy! Mercy I beg you!â You whine, trying to squirm away and kicking up your legs
âThereâs no Johnny here now leannan! Now itâs sergeant Soap! And yer taking discipline!â
You wheeze at the lack of oxygen his man handling is doing, you didnât have much in you anyway from laughing so much. He growls into your ear and pins your squirmy hands to your chest.
âJohnnyyy! I canât breathe!â You wheeze out
âShrek eh?â
You breathlessly giggle at your joke
âShrek is the sexy charming and funny man who taught you what a wee sook is?â
You wheeze another giggle, unable to stop laughing at the joke.
âAnyone else?â
You try to wheeze an answer âs-s..â
but he doesnât understand so he lets go. You breath in a desperate deep breath
âAnswer the question lassie.â
âWhat question?â You tease, giggling. He growls and places his pillow on your face to quiet you
âWhoâs the charming Scotsmen that makes ye laugh!â
He removes the pillow to get an answer
âScrooge McDuckâ
âYou wee lil shite!â He smothers you with the pillow again, so you wonât even have a chance to laugh.
He removes the pillow as you wheeze with a smile
âWrong answerâ
âWhaaat? Heâs funny!â
âTsk. Whoâs the Scottish soldier whoâs strong and wittyâ
âJames Bondâ
âLeannan!!!â He wraps his arm around you in a headlock, heâs done that plenty times before and even taught you how to do it and get out of it, it almost slipped your mind due to your giggling.
You do try to get out of it but he just tightens his hold
âThink yeâre strong, do ye lassie? Iâll show ye strong, ya wee twig!â He growls
âJohnny!â You whine âmercy!â
âNo mercy to the enemy bonnie.â He bites your cheek
âEww! You dog!â You whine and squirm âokay okay you win!â
She shakes his head, mouth still filled with your cheek âJohnny! Please! Youâre gross!â
He bites harder
âAway with ye ya daftie!â You poorly mimic He laughs and lets go. You rub your saliva covered cheek on his bicep.
âYouâre gross. Let goâ
âNaeâ
âJohnny.â You try to be stern
âNah. You need to tell me who th-â
âItâs you! Itâs you Johnny! Youâre the big, strong, funny, charming Scot that saves princesses!â He lets go, letting you drop on the bed with a thud.
âThatâs right lass. Say it againâ
âItâs you Johnny. Youâre the one I wait in my tower for.â
âThaâ right?â He says, smiling down at you
âYeahâŠit isâŠâ
He smiles and lays down once more
âEither that or Hagridâ
âBonnie.â He asserts sternly
âSorry sorry Johnnyâ
âBrat.â
âBastard.â
âYour bastard.â
âYour brat.â
You both shake your heads. You sigh and realize how tired you are. You look to the digital clock on Johnny's bedside table. Jesus.
âIâm so sorry Johnnyâ you get up
âWhat is it?â He asks, lost
âJust look at the time! A little more and itâll be sunrise. You need to rest after all thatâ you hop off the bed but Johnny grips you
âNaee. Iâm fineâ he whines. Truth was he was exhausted down to the bone, but this was the most affectionate youâve ever been.
âWhat is it Johnny?â You sigh
âI havenât gotten my lullabyâ
You groan. You were tired too but you wanted to take care of him.
âPlease Bonnie! My heart needs tae be soothed after all thaâ. Ye called me nasty :(â
âYouâre a big baby Mactavishâ
âAyeâ he shoves you back to sit on the edge of the bed. You start to lightly scratch his scalp.
âIâŠ.donât have a song..â
âAnythinâs goodâ
âđ¶Somebody once told me th-â
He pinches your waist
âHahaha, okay not that oneâ
ââŠâ
âHmmâŠ.đ¶weâre no strangers go love. You know the rules and so do-Ouch!â
He grumbles as you giggle
âThen what do you want baby?â
âQuit takin the piss outta meâ he grunts âsingâŠsomethinâ calminââ You think for a bit and a song comes to mind, you think a solider like him could do some good knowing his song.
(A/N: Iâm so sorry for what youâre about to sing)
âđ¶There's a shadow on the wall, stay calm, stay calm đ¶
đ¶There's a figure in the hall, stay calm, stay calmđ¶
đ¶Keep my wits and stay alive, wish I had a nine to five đ¶
đ¶There's a stranger in us all, stay calm, stay calmđ¶â
He relaxes and listens intently. Finally a normal song, he thinks foolishly
âđ¶Every hair is on it's end, that's fine, I'm fineđ¶
đ¶Feeling my adrenaline, that's fine I'm fine đ¶
đ¶I can keep away the creeps, safely from my swivel seatsđ¶ đ¶Something's crawling through the vents, that's fine Iâm fineđ¶â
You start humming to him while scratching his head gently. He sighs and cuddles up to your waist more, rubbing his bandaged head gently against you.
âđ¶In the end there's only me alright, alright đ¶
đ¶ Morning sun will set me free, all right, all rightđ¶â
His face was calm and droopy, ready to rest his tired war used bones. He looked like he could sleep through the winter.
âđ¶I spent..umâŠmany months away from youđ¶â
You hum him the tune as he falls asleep, looking peaceful.
After youâre done you sit there admiring him for a moment, seeing him home, not in one piece but home made you take the time to appreciate his presence.
You yawn, realizing that you could see the sunrise peeking from the curtains. Wow itâs late, but itâs worth it. Heâs had such a rough time and deserves all the comfort you could give him. You slowly and quietly try to leave the bed, thinking heâs asleep. Only for him, the baby he is, to grip you hard and force you into bed
âJohnny!â You whine, this time whinnier than ever.
âGive me a kiss goodnight princessesâ
âJohnny.â
âPlease leannan? Last thing Iâll ask oâ ye and Iâll sleepâ he sleepily grumbles while gripping you like a stuffed animal. You felt soâŠ.vulnerable like this. Youâve never been in his bed with him.
âPromise?â
âAyeâ
âPinky promise?â You tease
âAye aye just gimmie a Smourich and Iâll sleepâ
âSighâ
âPleaseâ
âFineâ you wiggle in his iron grip to lean up to him and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He smiles, eyes still closed as he settles in one last time. âGoodnight love.â
âGoodnight Johnnyâ you smile, moving to get out of his grip and go to b-you canât get out.
Johnny's grip is strong around you. âJohnny?â You pipe up and wiggle to try and move away. He doesnât budge
âJohnny.â You more firmly and look up to see his sleeping face as if he knocked out cold within seconds of getting a goodnight kiss. âJohnny!â You whine âyou bastard! Let me goâ
No response
âJohnnyyy!!!â You flop like a fish in his grip but nope! Too bad! Youâre stuck!
âJohnny I know youâre awake I swear to god if you donât let me go right now!â
No response but you swear heâs doing this on purpose. You groan and struggle for a few more moments till you feel a soft furry mass lay on your side, Simon. He fell asleep on the couch after the movie and a joyful (as joyful as Simon could he) reunion with Johnny. You freeze up as Simon gets comfortable, laying on you. You wouldnât wake up a cat would you? Especially not one so grumpy and tired. No, you sit there without moving a muscle and wait. Cat owner rules.
WelpâŠ.looks like youâre sleeping in a big manâs arms tonight. The position makes you flustered but between the unconsciousness of the bastard sergeant, the softness of your cat and your sleep deprived mind body and soul. You decide fuck it and just fell asleep in your roommateâs bed. Itâs cozy like this anyway. Youâre knocked out cold within the minute.
AN: This is NOT the end!
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141 and their go to club/rave song (feel free to offer own opinion in the comments)
price:
gaz:
soap:
ghost:
#Spotify#simon riley#simon riley x reader#john price x reader#john price#soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick
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Ghost, laying in a field:" I think I have a crush on you."
Soap, high as a kite:"nah you're just hungry."
Ghost:"what?"
Soap:"oh my God I really want pizza."
#call of duty#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare#incorrect quotes#incorrect cod quotes#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghoap#ghost cod
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Iâll keep drawings these. You can ask the characters who you like in codđ
#call of duty#cod#roach cod#gary roach sanderson#ghost#Nikto#call of duty nikto#cod nikto#captain johnathan price#john soap mactavish#john price#soap#soap call of duty#soap mactavish#price cod#captain price#kate laswell#laswell cod#call of duty laswell#simon ghost riley#ghost cod
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Just watched a Knights Tale and so here's a Lil Johnny Royalty Au! Teehee!
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The royal chamber was bathed in soft morning light, but your mood was anything but serene. You paced the room, holding your infant daughter, Elara, close to your chest. She cooed softly, her tiny fingers clutching at your gown, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in your mind.
Johnny, your husband and the king, stood in front of the mirror, a lopsided grin on his face as he adjusted his armor. "What do you think, love?" he asked, turning to you with a theatrical flair. "Do I look like a knight from the old stories?"
You stopped pacing long enough to glare at him. "You look like a fool who's about to get himself killed," you snapped, bouncing Elara gently to keep her calm.
Johnny clutched his chest as if wounded, though his grin never wavered. "Harsh, my love! You wound me! But youâre worried because you care, tsk tsk- can't see your knight in shining armor harmed."
"Yes, I care!" you shot back, your voice rising slightly. Elara stirred, and you softened your tone, pressing a kiss to her downy head. "I care because youâre the king, Johnny. Because youâre my husband. And because your daughter needs a father who isnât laid up in bed for his whole existenceâor worse."
At the mention of Elara, Johnnyâs expression softened. He crossed the room to stand beside you, his hand reaching out to gently brush her tiny fingers. "And sheâll have one," he said quietly. "I promise you that, my love. Iâd never leave either of you."
"You canât promise that," you whispered, your throat tightening. "Not when youâre about to charge into a joust like some reckless boy trying to prove himself. It's dangerous sport, I despise with a burning passion and you know this!"
Johnnyâs eyes met yours, full of warmth and mischief. "Reckless? Maybe. But Iâm doing this for the kingdomâand for you. What kind of king would I be if I didnât show my strength? What kind of husband if I didnât give my queen something to brag about?"
"Iâd rather brag about a husband who knows how to stay alive," you muttered, adjusting Elara in your arms.
He laughed, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. "You wound me, truly. But donât worry, darling. Iâll be careful. Iâm doing this for our familyâfor Elara. One day, sheâll hear the story of how her father triumphed in the arena, and sheâll be proud."
"Or sheâll hear about how her father was too stubborn to listen to reason," you countered, though your tone softened despite yourself.
Johnny stepped back, his helmet in hand, and gave you that maddening, lopsided grin. "When I come back victorious, I expect a proper rewardâa kiss from my queen and a smile from my princess."
Elara gurgled, waving her tiny hand as if already giving her blessing.
"Sheâs too young to know what sheâs agreeing to," you said, shaking your head. "But fine. If you winâand come back in one piece, no shards of wood, or brusies the size of my headâIâll consider it. And only that."
"Consider it?" he teased, winking. "Oh, Iâll make sure youâre convinced."
You sighed, watching as he turned to leave, his armor clinking softly with each step. As the door closed behind him, you pressed your lips to Elaraâs head again, whispering, "Your father is impossible."
Elara cooed in agreementâor so you liked to think.
Moving to the window, you watched Johnny mount his horse in the courtyard, his confidence lighting up the space like the morning sun. Your heart ached with worry, but...if there anything to be known of the king it was his ability to survive.
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