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brewed-pangolin · 9 months ago

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Anniversary reblog. Wrote this monstrosity exactly one year ago today.

It's clunky. First fic I wrote after a five year hiatus. But I'm still proud of it.

Much love 💛

Blue Steel

Photo credit to @adlerboi

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

There is literally no plot here. Just our Johnny boy living his best life between your thighs. Hope y'all enjoy it

18+ MDNI Explicit Smut, Fem Receiving, power play, maybe a bit rough around the edges. Just absolute filth.

Word Count: 3.3k

You honestly don't know how this always happened. Merely moments ago, you were having the most romantic candlelit dinner; glistening pinot grigio, creamy risotto with a savory salmon filet that all but melted in your mouth, and the man that, for lack of a better word, had all but swept you off your feet. Now, that same man had you sprawled across your luscious king-sized bed, half naked, open and soaking for him, the only way he ever wanted you to be.

"Fuck, bonnie. Y'always this wet for me?"

The smugness in his tone sent a wave of shivers through your veins. He knew the effect he had on you, but he wanted to hear it. Needed it. Wouldn't continue until those words trickled down your lust ladened lips.

"Yes, Johnny. Always for you."

Your words were wrapped in a desperate whisper, almost embarrassingly so. Johnny knew how to quell the quiver in your voice, make you sing like the erotic songbird waiting in the roost.

"Atta girl. Gonnae be good ta y'now bonnie. Food'll never fill my need for tha' sweet pussy a'yers."

His words alone made your cunt squeeze around nothingness. Begging him, pleading him to fill you to the brim. Clenching the sheets into your fists, your body writhed in a neediness only Johnny could summon from within. You watched through hooded lids as he sank between your thighs, that smug grin permanently etched into the corner of his mouth. His blue eyes blazing, like the flame atop a towering steel mill furnace. This is where Johnny came alive, where he longed to be on those lonely nights with you a continent away.

"Need you, Johnny. Please."

Your pleas were answered by the soft tips of his fingers caressing the flesh of your thighs. His touch was fire blazing, fueling the burn deep within your core. It was the blow of cool air on your soaked lips that had your eyes rolling back into your skull, back arching, fingers tearing into the sheets above your head.

"So fuckin pretty, hen. Never gonnnae get enough a'this."

The warmth of his lips on you never seemed to not take your breath away. Johnny was intentionally soft, slow, and deliberate with his mouth when first tasting your cunt. Like he wanted to savor it, lock it away for safekeeping. You didn't know, and you didn't care. All you wanted was him and his talented tongue on your most sensitive parts, the pulsing bud nestled within your swollen folds. But Johnny was a patient man and longed to push you to your limits of pleasure.

He started at a glacial pace; languid swipes of his tongue, flattened out to taste and mark the entirety of your cunt. He lapped through your folds as if he was famished, your essence the only substance able to quench his insatiable thirst. Johnny's hands moved in tandem with the workings of his tongue, fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs in methodically slow circles.

"Johnny, please..."

Your whispered mewl reverberated in Johnny's ears, eliciting a moan deep within his throat, his lips pressing deeper into the flesh around your soaking mound. His talented tongue followed suit focusing on your pulsing clit, hands meandering over the curves of your hips and splaying across the flesh of your exposed stomach. Your body reacted to him instantly, hips straining off the bed greedily wanting him to take more. You were met with a firm hold, and as your gaze moved to the valley between your legs, you were met with a maelstrom of dueling blue orbs.

"Patience, bonnie. Wanna take my sweet time wit'ya."

You'll blame it on the wine, but as much as you loved Johnny when he was slow and methodical you wanted nothing of it tonight. Blood running fire hot, bottom lip pinned down by your teeth you thrusted your hips into him once more.

"Teasing fucking bastard."

Johnny froze, his mouth still encasing the flesh of your cunt, hot air bellowing onto your wet folds as he let out lengthy huff, releasing with a sloppy wet pop. His brow was furrowed, eyes fire and brimstone delicately laced in flowing cerulean silk.

"Bastard, eh? Keep it up lass, an I'll show ya how much'a fuckin tease I am."

You wanted to, needed to prod and poke the bear. Release the wild animal you knew was just under that taught skin of the controlled Scotsman. Your hand released the sheet above your head and traveled effortlessly down the curves of your body, dancing above your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The burning fire in his eyes dimmed as your fingers laced into the thick locks of his hawk atop his head, the softness of it always sent a shiver of pleasure trickling through your veins. With a firm clench, you fisted a clump near the back of his skull and reared his head enough to give his neck a tight strain.

"Steamin bloody Jesus, lass."

Frustration through gritted teeth, the languid movement of his Adam's apple protruding within his thick neck had your walls clenching. And the cocky smirk on his lips glistening with your juices gave you all the willpower you needed to let go and give yourself to him.

“Fuck me with your mouth, Johnny.”

"Aye. Tha's what I'm tryn'a do, bonnie. Now lemme git back t'it, yeah?"

Your sultry coo flipped a switch within him. His mouth returned to your mound aggressive, determined, and intent on eating you whole. Johnny's fingers matched the ferocity of his molten maw, kneading and digging into the flesh of your thighs, leaving a burning trail within their wake that would undoubtedly smolder into an array of warm bruises.

"So good, hen. Y'always taste so good for me."

You knew he was lost within you. Eyes draped under heavy lids, mouth working in a sinful rotation from your walls to your clit. The low rumbling groans sending wave after wave of shivers up your spine.

"Open your eyes, Johnny."

Your voice was barely above a whisper, yet commanding enough to rile him up from his desperate feeding. The flash of sapphire between your thighs like an igniting flame, blazing and fighting against a shrouded, abysmal darkness.

"That's it. Gimme that blue steel, baby."

You couldn't see his mouth, but the evidence of the smirk buried within you legs was plastered on his visible face. That raging blue fire swirled into a darker hue, colored in mischievous and malcontent intention. His pace began to slow. Rapid and focused swipes on your clit were replaced by gentle prods into your swollen folds. Deliberately he avoided your pulsing bud, your body writhing beneath him, needy for his attention on your aching cunt.

"C'mon Johnny, please."

Denial is all you got in response. Your fingers gripped into the fabric of the sheets, desperately trying to relieve the tension as his mouth moved around your soaking folds. Soft puffs of warm air trailed his teasing rebuttals.

"Teasin bastard, right bonnie?"

Clearly, he was enjoying the torturous effect he was having on you.

"Johnny, pleasaaaah...."

Your plea morphing into a gasp from a forceful stroke of his broad tongue. Slowly he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves, each pass sending a bolt of pleasure tingling straight to your tightening core. It was only for a mere few seconds, but each swipe felt like an eternity. As though you were brought back to the beginning, surrounded by nothingness, the dark emptiness collapsing around you. Johnny's hot touch was the catalyst to your rebirth, ignition to a universe bathed in decadent pleasure. His mouth latching onto your mound brought you back to reality, his focused appendage making quick and precise circles around your throbbing nub. The burning cauldron within your core reignited, bellows of heat radiating across your flesh like swaths of a raging wildfire.

Johnny could sense your impending orgasm; feel it in your trembling hips, hear it in your shaky breaths accompanied by the pleading mewls trickling through your lips. You were close, so close.

“Don’t stop, Johnny. Please don’t stop.”

Your body nearing convulsion, teetering on the edge of oblivion with every movement of his mouth. White hot veils wrapped around your vision and just when you were about to fall, he halted. Dead stop. The heat from his mouth dousing your folds with puffs of hot air, the feeble excuse of a moan released from your lips eliciting a groaning chuckle that vibrated through your overly sensitive cunt.

“Tha’s a sound I could get used to, bonnie. Like hearin ya beg for me.”

Johnny’s verbal tease lifted the veil like a fog over a distant bay, leaving you awash in coveted desperation, body aching, pleading. As your vision began to clear you were met with a blue-eyed devil in the valley of your thighs, poised and ready to possess you, ensnare and bring you down into the depths of his pleasured hell. Your jab at him earlier almost working too well, the need to cum overwhelming your need to tease. Delicately your hands cradled the flesh of his stubbled jaw, fingers wrapping around the curves of his chin as your thumb traced along the snaking divot of his scar.

“Soap MacTavish, you’re gonna regret that.”

Your threat dripped in molten nectar, a deadly sweetness beckoning to an unwavering participant. Gingerly you crept your top half off the bed, leaning on one arm as the fingers of the other danced across the skin of his neck. Finding their place at the base of his skull you let your nails gently dig into the flesh at the nape of his neck. Your commanding posture mimicked his dominant stance, even beneath you Johnny still had a towering aura about him. He welcomed this assertive side of you, willing to play this erotic tug-of-war you so haphazardly thrust upon him.

“Eat your heart out, Sergeant.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

There was a low rumble wrapped around his words, and the tone of his voice wavered from controlling to what you could only call passiveness. The balance had shifted, scales dipping into your favor. The blue-eyed Scotsman, tested soldier and skilled marksman, was at your disposal.

With measured tenderness you brought his mouth back to your moistened core, giving him the impression that he still had the upper hand, even if just barely. Once his mouth fully encased your mound and his tongue reclaimed your clit, your hips began to move. You started slow; a gradual sway of your pelvis, a light grinding motion that mirrored the undulating swaths of his lingual tip. Johnny’s arms wrapped around your legs in response, hands gripping and kneading into the curved flesh of your hips. He ate at you hungirly, every needy pass of his tongue deeper and more forceful than the one before. Johnny’s moans were barely audible now, but the message they held was easily detected by your fingers pressed to the back of his neck. Like the distant bellowing rumble on the plains he no longer wanted to be heard, he wanted to be felt. And feel it you did.

Gradually you added more pressure to the base of his skull, pushing him ever more into the walls of your swollen core. And every inaudible rumble reverberated into your cavernous hole, sending shockwaves of burning pleasure racing up to the recesses of your mind.

“You like this, dontcha Soap? Like it when I ride your face, yeah?”

You locked eyes with him again, those bright cerulean orbs blazing with greedy intention. His audible groan all the permission you needed to continue on your sexual conquest. You were in complete control; assertive and composed, affirming your authoritativeness you pressed your hips down firmly onto his gaping maw, riding him faster, harder. You were reveling in it, basking in the glory you had over him. Your victorious mewls echoed through the curves and walls of your bedroom, ricocheting and molding with the animalistic sounds coming from between your thighs.

The sultry symphony only heightened with the constant barrage on your clit. Johnny may have been passive but it didn’t lessen his workings on your pulsing nub, a constant ebb and flow between your folds and delicate bundle of nerves. You were lost in your wallowing, riding the high of your impending orgasm as the coil began to tighten, constrict on itself again. So caught up in your own pleasure you failed to feel his adjustment, his movement beneath you. It wasn’t until his tongue delved deep into your swollen hole that you even knew he moved. The air in your lungs escaped through a choking mewl, hand gripped into the sheets and his skin simultaneously to regain some semblance to reality.

But your resistance to him was waning, breaking around him with every stroke. The faster you moved on him, the stronger his grip became, and the deeper he buried himself within your hole. It felt like time stopped. Seconds felt like hours, the universe pausing to let you enjoy the closest thing to nirvana either of you had ever felt. Your head lulled back, eyes clenching shut to escape the confines of your walls. It was the tap on your hip that brought you crashing back into reality.

“Steamin fuckin hell, bonnie. Gimme a chance t’breathe, yeah?”

He was breathless, and breathtaking. Every inch from his cheeks to his chin was doused in your wetness, glistening over his lips while his tongue swept over the swollen flesh. The sight of it turned you into nearly shattered glass, and Johnny was the last pebble hurtling towards your broken state.

“C’mon, Soap. Keep it up, baby. And if you do I’ll gladly choke on that delicious cock a’yers.”

There was a shakiness to your voice, commanding with a soft mitigation. Johnny could sense the change in play again, the balance once again moving to his domain. And he aimed to use your slightened weakness to his advantage.

“Carefull, lass. Ya may regret that.”

Not spoken, not whispered, not moaned, not even beckoned. Soap fucking growled. And with that, you broke. You willingly succumbed to him, sprawling out in defeat, letting him devour you whole. Johnny was ravenous, famished, wanted nothing more than to feast on your cunt. It was wet, sloppy, and beautifully disgusting. If it was anyone else, you would have been embarrassed. But for Johnny, this was his salvation.

His swollen lips like suction cups around the flesh of your hole, broad tongue pulsing into your needy cunt, strong muscular arms dangerously wrapped around the flesh of your thighs, and his rough hands fastening you to the fabric of your bed. It was so much, yet still not enough. Every fiber within you was tight, begging, and burning for the release that had been denied for so long. The sensation sending goosebumps stampeding over your taught flesh, combined with the bellowing fire radiating within your belly you all but shattered around him.

“Don’t stop, Johnny. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Your mewl was desperate, pleading. And fortunately for you own sanity, Soap gave no indication to do so. He was gone, lost in the paradise of your soaking pussy, a stalking predator on the hunt for the most savory prey.

Once more the white veil crept into the corners of your vision; its warm embrace beckoning, welcoming, wrapping tightly around into an all consuming hold. Like a chained-down prisoner you let it envelop you, white hot tendrils like lightning caressing the entirety of your taught, pebbled skin. The orgasm you had so desperately been waiting for now danced on the flesh of your belly, waiting for the cue from its elusive partner to join the stage.

And that cue came when Johnny’s thumb pressed firmly into the flesh of your clit. Slow, concentric circles around the sensitive nub as his tongue continued to prod, tasting and devouring your cavernous hole. You wanted to meet his blue steel stare, craved it. But your body denied you. Every molecule, fiber, ounce of flesh was on the verge of combustion, and no amount of mindful wanting could put out that raging fire.

Your hips raised off the bed in response to your body’s desperation, back arching and hands fisting into the twisted sheets surrounding you. Johnny tightened his grip into your flesh, groaning, continuing to pulse his tongue into your cunt. He could feel the tightness in your flesh, read the raised pebbling like braille. And its message was loud and clear.

You were close, teetering off the edge of the pleasured cliff that he so willingly pushed you to. His thumb relinquished your clit, and let his tongue take over once more. Using both hands he raised your hips higher off the bed, bringing you ever closer to that final, sweet release. And it came with the softest of pressure of his teeth, lightly encasing the overused flesh as his lips delicately wrapped and sucked around the tip of your cunt.

The sudden change in sensation had you crashing through the floor. Your vision went blank, all sound and feeling seemed to disappear, and the only sensation your mind could focus on was the faint touch dancing around your tight bundle of nerves. An all-consuming wave of release flowed through your body, a tsunami of pleasure dousing out the bellowing flame that had been raging for what seemed like an eternity.

Johnny’s grip on your flesh began to loosen, releasing your clit from his pearly enclosure and replacing it with light pecks of his swollen lips. He reveled in his victory against you, drank on your orgasm and watched as you writhed and mewled his name so quietly it was barely above a whisper. He was set in reality while you sank into an abyss of overused pleasure, flesh so sensitive even the slightest touch made you quiver in response.

“So good, bonnie. ‘Lways so good for me.”

His soft whisper flowed over your soaken folds, a welcome breeze on a hot summer's day as you continued to drift deeper into a plain of distant nothingness.

Even in your state of post coital bliss you felt the shift in his position; a dip in the mattress to your side, gentle denim caressing the flesh of your thigh. But it was the ghosting of his lips up your belly that made your breath hitch within your throat. Slowly he traversed up your sweat silkened flesh, tasting and savoring the salty reward he so devilishly produced.

As he crossed through the valley between your breasts, your hands flew to the mane of his hawk, forcefully gripping it and bringing his lips crashing into yours. The taste of your release on him was intoxicating. The evidence of his endeavor pushed into your mouth, his tongue swollen and dripping in your savory essence. Wrapping your arms and legs around him, you squeezed his body to the point of molding within your molten state. Johnny moaned in response, its sound echoing down your throat and traveled deep into the broken recesses of your mind. You only released him when your lungs needed air, so desperate to feel him around you, your body had to intervene once more.

“God dammit, Johnny. Your mouth is fucking sinful.”

Your exhaustive purr elicited a playful chuckle from his chest, even after being completely ravaged, you still pushed him for more.

“Sinful, eh. Gonnae take me ta church then, bonnie?”

His voice was somber, victorious with just a hint of devilish charm.

“Hell no. I’m quite content to sit here and burn.”

With your soft quip you regained his mouth, letting his flame engulf you once more. You were his solace, his rejuvenation, the blissful fountain to quench his unsatisfied thirst. And your sweet cunt was his only direct line to absolute salvation.

This may not be very good, and yeah, it's all over the place. But I don't care. I had so much fun writing this. Soap may be the closest thing to myself I've ever written for, which is why I think I love him so much. Gonna take a few fics to get back into the swing of things, but it's nice to be back writing again. Much love, y'all 💛

#super soap sunday #soap squad™️#blue steel #tried to push out more smut #but reality intervened #stupid superbowl #enjoy some old filth in the meantime #love y'all #johnny mactavish x you #johnny mactavish x fem reader #soap x you #soap x fem reader #soap smut #cod soap smut #call of duty #cod #peace out #gonna raid the snacks and do a keg stand for shits and giggles

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