Johnny Soap Mctavish X Reader - Tumblr Posts

Okay I know this trope has been done time and time again but it’s a fuckingggg classic okay? Okay.

Best friend Johnny who keeps a photo of you in his pocket so he can remind himself what he is fighting to get home to.

Best friend Johnny who’s face lights up as soon as he sees you waiting for him at the airport with one of them big signs saying Johnny on it. It looks like you spent a lot of time hand decorating it.

Best friend Johnny who doesn’t argue when you ask him to stay at your house his first night home, he simply smiles with a nod because why would he ever refuse you.

Best friend Johnny who already has some of his clothes in your drawers for whenever he stays over. Brought over a duffle bag full of some a while ago and just stared filling your drawers.

Best friend Johnny who snoops around after he gets out the shower to see if you’d gotten any new toys while he was away. (You had) he grins while inspecting the new one, not a vibrator this time. No this one was moulded like a real man, very detailed he noticed. He would never tell you how he held it next to his to see the size difference.

Best friend Johnny who grins at you when he comes out of your room freshly cleaned and in new clothes to find you in one of his shirts and just underwear, dancing to the ABBA songs you were playing through Alexa.

Best friend Johnny who dances with you just so he had an excuse to have his hands on you. And oh boy does he, his thick fingers running over your body. Hot breath on your neck as you both laugh.

Best friend Johnny who feels on cloud nine while he makes dinner with you, the domesticity of it all making him yearn for more. The way you’re both moving around each other, flowing and fitting in with each other perfectly.

Best friend Johnny who even though is eating the same thing as you, still tries to feed you with an “Op’n up fa me lass.” Spoon in hand resting softly against your lips waiting patiently for you to accept, “K’mon bonnie.”

Best friend Johnny whose face drops when you tell him all about the date you had been on with a complete and utter douchebag while he was away. You don’t notice the way he freezes at your words, you don’t see the fire behind his eyes.

Best friend Johnny who finally finds the courage within him to say you don’t need to date anyone. You have him. He’s yours, always have been bonnie.

Best friend Johnny who goes crazy when you finally let him touch you. Desperately laps at your pussy, clit swollen and aching as the Scot wraps his lips around it wanting nothing more than to show you how well he can take care of you. How quick he can make you cum all over his tongue.

Best friend Johnny who is the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life. He’s all over you, he’s in your every thought, your every breath. You feel him in your throat when he slides his thick cock into your slick pussy. You’re dripping a mixture of cum and Johnny’s spit.

Best friend Johnny who’s so hot the way he’s desperate for it, pathetically desperate to slap his hips against your ass. The shlick shlick shlick sounds loud in the air with the way his heavy balls slap against your clit sending rolls of pleasure through you with each thrust. “Fuck lass, so pretty! Do ye ken what ye do to me? Dis wee cunt is addictive!”

Best friend Johnny who makes love to you well into the early hours of the morning. You’re a complete dishevelled mess by the time he’s done. Hickies anywhere his mouth could reach, hand marks on your hips, hair a mess, drool on your chin, throat dry and sore from screaming his name and your cunt dripping with his cum. But you fall asleep satisfied with a smile on your swollen lips.

Boyfriend Johnny who kisses you softly all over, whispering praises and I love yous into your skin as he uses a warm flannel to wipe away the sweat and cum from your body.

Boyfriend Johnny who makes you breakfast in bed, all your favourites and some pieces of fruit for healthiness. Who delivers it to you on your bamboo tray, an apron wrapped around him that says ‘I’m cute’ on the front. His naked arse out of full display.

Boyfriend Johnny that watches you eat with a smile on your face and happiness bubbling in his chest.

Simon rubbing your clit while he encourages Johnny to jerk off on your pussy.

Simon purring about how good you both are and how needy you're getting and how red Johnny's tip is and what filthy pups he has. Simon's delightfully consistent, rough fingertips going mad on your clit as Johnny loses himself in a groan and cums between the lips of your bonny cunt and watches the white slick drip down to your entrance and your ass, your thighs trembling as you come undone with him - I just think -

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you and soap kissing around ghost's tip, spit slicking both your lips and chins as you make out desperately while ghost is staring down at you both, all flushed and softly panting, pupils blown wide as he watches you both and rolls his hips at the feeling of your tongues as you kiss before he finally has enough, grabbing both your heads and pushing you together so both of your lips are flush with his cock, tongues pressed against each other as you and soap stare into each others eyes and ghost thrusts his fat cock between you two, groaning about how good you both are for him, how it feels so good, such good toys for him to play with before he pulls away slightly so he can cum over both your faces

You've been dating Soap for a few months and he's starting to ease you in to some BDSM. Nothing major, silk cuffs and blindfolds really. A bit of spanking. You agree that once a month you'll have a night in a hotel so he can get it out of his system, really be rough with you, so that the rest of the time you get your loving if a bit feral Johnny.

DUB-CON

Somewhere deep down you know the man fucking you in that hotel room isn't your boyfriend. He's bigger everywhere, he is far more rough than Soap would ever be. And you're sure you can hear the sound of someone jerking off over the wet thuds of heavy balls smacking against your pussy and the meaty cracks of a hand leathering your ass. Even when the man inside you calls you "fuckin' sloppy little whore" as he fills your unprotected pussy up in a voice that is decidedly English and not Scottish, you still don't take off the blindfold, still don't safeword out. At this point, you think you'd rather not know.

Especially when after he presses kisses into your back and spills loving words onto you before he leaves. "So good for me baby girl, so good and all mine."

*rattling the bars of my cage* PISS! PISS! PISS! PISS! PISS!

keep misbehaving i'll keep you in that cage until you make a mess

cw: piss/human urinal. fem reader

>>you drink enough water today hen?

where the question used to make you giddy with excitement, overcome with feelings about a partner who ensures your overall wellness, it only serves to make you squirm now - the two sided agony of the promise of life altering orgasms and embarrassment like you've never known before Johnny infiltrating your being on a nearly molecular level. 

It's a two sided coin, is the problem. On the one hand, you can tell him yes and be expected to prove it by the end of the night, or you can admit you haven't and await whatever punishment Johnny sees fit for such a grievous mistake. Neither option is particularly appealing.

<<Johnny, enough

>>tha's a no then isn't it?

***

The funnel was your idea, an attempt to not make a mess. Johnny overflows it in seconds, his hot piss overflowing the shallow tunnel quickly because your cunt won't loosen enough to accept the load. It sloshes over the edge of the instrument, coats your belly and slickens your skin. "It's not going down?" you ask stupidly, and Johnny sticks his finger into the nozzle of the funnel, fingering you through the silicone.

"Is now."

***

You leak like a sieve when he fucks you, gushing all over his hairy thighs despite the fact he hasn't made you cum even once tonight. It's too hot and thin to be mistaken for your own slick but that doesn't stop Johnny, his hips pistoning into you like you're the most welcoming thing he's ever had. 

"Squirtin' like a fockin' whore," he grits, and the sight of the tendons in his neck jumping makes you clench regrettably, yet more mess splashing across his tummy. He grunts as if shot, thick hand planting on the bed next to you as he fucks into you twice more, movements becoming slow and sporadic until he finally stalls. 

"Don't you fucking dare," you hiss, but it's too late, yet more warmth filling you until you're fit to burst, warmth flowing over onto the ticklish cords of your abductors. Jonny's thumbs dig in there, your reflexes making you open impossibly wider for him. 

"Shit, hen," he grits, burying himself to the hilt. "So fockin' wet."

You're are, is the worst part, your own sick combining with his piss to reduce you to nothing more than a wet hole for him to fuck. The sound of his hips slapping into yours is bad - the smell worse - but still, somehow, between the way he pinches your clit and the way his cock manages to reach the very end of you, aided as it is by the slickness you've both built, you feel on the verge of shaking apart anyway; do so when you feel his fingers against your rim, know he's gripping the base of himself so tight and low he has his balls clenched in his fist as well, anything to draw it out one more moment. 

"Ye gonna squirt on me?" He asks, Adam's apple jumping under the scruff of his throat.

You shake your head, adamant. He places the flat of his palm on you belly, insistent.

"O'course ye are, hen. Let me see it."

And so you do, unable to deny him anything. He fucks you through it, wet splash as you cum against his hairy belly deflecting back onto you. You hardly even notice it, hot spend blending with the layer that's already drying on your skin, thin and tacky. Johnny slicks his hand through the mess, slicks his thumb to pull you through one last torturous clitoral orgasm as he finishes himself off, cumming so deep inside you the piss that still leaks from you runs clear for another hour before turning milky.

PriceSoap x fem!reader 😵‍💫

Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dub-con at parts. Unprotected anal sex. Unprotected PIV. Soft-ish Dom!Price, subby Johnny, subby reader. Creampie. Face-painting ;) Abrupt ending (sorry!!!)

MDNI

You sign your name on the last of many documents Laswell had faxed over to you, including a written-out portion where you had to describe exactly what went down on this mission. Ultimately, there were no fatalities, but a certain sergeant had deployed an explosive too early, dangerously close to resulting in casualties. While Price usually does the paperwork, you were in charge of it today while he has a disciplinary meeting with the Scot.

Biting your lip, you stand from your desk and make your way to Price’s office, knocking once before stepping inside. He’s not at his desk, but that doesn’t surprise you—it’s likely he’s gone to a meeting room to have that discussion with Soap. You carefully set the papers down on his desk and turn to leave, but you stop dead in your tracks when you hear a prolonged whimper coming from the connected bedroom.

Furrowing your brow, you cautiously trail over to the source of the sound, just barely pushing open the door. You have to cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a gasp—Soap is completely bare on all fours on the captain’s bed, back arched and fingers tangled in the sheets. Price is on his knees behind him, just as bare, and by the way he’s rolling his hips and the lewd sounds that fill the air, you know exactly what’s going on. The sergeant lets out a loud cry when John deals a particularly harsh thrust.

“Quit all that whinin’, MacTavish,” he growls through gritted teeth, fisting at the younger man’s hair and tugging roughly.

“F-feels good, sir,” Johnny’s eyes roll into the back of his head, pushing back against his superior in an attempt to get more friction.

“Aye, I know it does. Fuckin’ up my damn mission with your bullshit, all because you needed your captain to slut you out.”

The reality of the situation hits you suddenly—you’re standing here watching the most intimate act a person can participate in, without either man’s knowledge nor their consent. It makes a sick feeling churn in your gut. You attempt to step away from the door frame to give them their privacy, but end up tripping over your foot and somehow stumbling forward. You crash through the door and land on your front with a pained grunt, and all the noises you’d been listening to previously cease.

Slowly, you rise up to sit on your knees, wincing when you see that both men are staring directly at you. Johnny’s eyes are wide and he scrambles to cover himself up, but Price stops him by pressing down on his shoulder blades, making his face smush against the mattress.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t… didn’t mean to intrude, I j-just…” you trail off, trembling under the unwavering stare the captain gives you.

“Got a voyeur on my hands, do I?” Price raises an eyebrow, tone low and teasing. “Just how long have you been standin’ there, sweet’eart?”

“N-no, I haven’t-”

“Buncha pervs on my team, I tell ya,” he sniffs. “C’mon, then. Get on the bed. MacTavish needs somethin’ to occupy that big mouth o’his, anyway.”

Your heart sinks, pounding like it’s trying to jump right out of your body.

“What?”

John sighs, beckoning you closer with a jerk of his strong jaw. You’re not entirely sure why you obey so easily but your legs walk you over to the bed with no hesitation. The captain cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Strip, and get on the bed. I won’t tell you again.”

Not one to disregard orders, you step out of your uniform, shivering as the cool air hits your bare skin. John pulls out of Soap and repositions so that the two of them face the headboard, where your back is shyly resting against it. Johnny wastes no time in gripping your thighs with eager hands, spreading them apart and leaning in to get a whiff of your scent.

“She’s fookin’ soaked, sir,” the sergeant moans, diving forward to get a taste of your arousal.

It’s true—you are wet, slick dripping past your entrance onto the bedsheets, smearing across the insides of your thighs shamelessly. You hadn’t even realized it. You cover your face with your hands but Price pushes them away with gentle force.

“No. You’re gonna keep your eyes on me while MacTavish licks that pretty pussy o’yours. Am I clear?”

With a soft whimper, you nod, tilting your chin to watch as Soap dives in face-first, hot tongue carding through the sticky seam of your cunt. Price pushes back inside of him all the way to the hilt at the same time Johnny wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and moaning against the sensitive bud. Your legs jerk from overstimulation, the intensity so sudden that you have to grab the headboard to keep yourself steady. Johnny is an animal, rabid, growling and tugging at your sloppy folds with persistent lips. Price is no better, humping into his sergeant so roughly that you can hear his teeth knock together with every thrust.

“T-too- it’s too m-much,” you gasp, back arching violently, sending you further into the trap that is Soap’s mouth.

Johnny’s nails bite at the supple skin of your thighs, leaving half-moons that will you to keep still so that he can enjoy his meal in peace. Your eyes roll back into your skull without permission as you near the brink, blinding white heat manifesting in your lower belly.

“You’ll keep your eyes on me if you wanna cum,” Price barks, moving one hand from Johnny’s hip and wrapping it around your throat instead.

The slight pressure the captain applies to your neck makes your eyes widen, refusing to look away because you’re right on the precipice and you’ll be damned if the glory is snatched from you before you can revel in it. Johnny shakes his head rapidly before giving a long, sturdy suck to your clit. It sends you plummeting into an earth-shattering orgasm, hips bucking up against the overzealous tongue lapping at you, syrupy spend coating his stubble. His own moans are torture against your sensitive heat—he doesn’t even bother to pull away to address the captain, just mumbles right up against your pussy.

“Cap’n- mmph! G-gonna cum, sir,” Soap rambles, pretty blue eyes hidden in the crevice of his skull as he moves one hand from your thigh in favor of tugging at his throbbing cock instead.

Price pulls out of him with a wet pop, smacking his ass hard enough to make him yelp. Johnny finally pulls away from your cunt to look over his shoulder at John with furrowed brows and a pathetic pout tugging at his plump lips.

“On your back,” John demands, holding up his hand when you move to obey. “Not you, sweet’eart. MacTavish.”

With a huff, Soap rolls onto his back, fists gripping the sheets impatiently. You’re expecting John to get back to work immediately, but he doesn’t—rather, he clicks his tongue and motions for you to climb on top of the reclined man. He frowns when you hesitate.

“Johnny’s gonna need somewhere to dump his cum, and it’s not gonna be my bed. Either your mouth or your cunt, birdie. Your choice.”

“Please, lass, wanna feel tha’ bonnie cunt wrapped ‘round mah cock. Fookin’- please,” the sergeant pants, tears forming in his waterline as he stares up at you pathetically.

God, it’s fucking pitiful the way your pussy throbs at the notion—a pretty man with real tears in his eyes just from the thought of having you on top of him, and another delectable figure ready to make sure you fulfill your duty as a perfect little cum-dump. The squelch between your thighs as you climb on top of Soap makes both men groan.

“Thank ye, thank ye,” Johnny babbles, fingertips grabbing a firm hold of your hips as you slowly sink down on his dick.

He’s thick, painfully so, girth stretching your poor cunt nearly to her limit. He bucks his hips to bottom out, soft whimpers rising from his throat as your walls squeeze him tightly. You claw at his firm chest and let out a wail as he starts bouncing you roughly, all power and no rhythm. Price is less than pleased by his efforts, smacking the younger man’s hands away from your plush sides, stalling his hips.

“Greedy fuckin’ bastard,” hisses John, gently kissing the tops of your shoulders. “You okay, sweet’eart? He bein’ too rough?”

You sniffle in response, tilting your head so the captain has better access to your neck. The hairs of his beard tickle you, distracting from the fading pain of Johnny’s fat prick molding its shape inside of you, and before you know it, your hips are moving to their own rhythm. Price hums against your skin, giving a warning glare down at the sergeant.

“There ya go, birdie. Is it good, hm? Johnny’s cock splittin’ ya nice and wide?” He coos, chuckling at the breathy whine you huff out. “I know, I know. Lay down on his chest, love, get yourself comfortable.”

With the help of John’s hand pushing on your shoulder blade, you do as he says, leaning down so that your breasts are smushed to Soap’s chest and your nose is buried in the crook of his neck. You continue rolling your hips as Price cups the back of Johnny’s knees, pushing them up so that he can slide back home. The older man resumes a steady pace inside of his sergeant, with the latter writhing in complete euphoria beneath you.

“F-fuck, ah cannae-” Johnny whines, large hands grabbing at your ass in an attempt to ground himself from the dizzying pleasure of John’s cock filling him up and your tight pussy squeezing him so perfectly.

“You can and you will,” Price grunts, doubling down on his efforts and taking hold of your hips, rolling them at his pace so that the two of you are fucking Johnny in sync.

Sharp teeth dig into the Scotsman’s neck as you cry out your pleasure. It just makes him even louder, his entire body trembling and tears streaming down his face. You cautiously pull your head up to bring your lips down to his, hot breaths mingling with every croak and moan that leaves either throat. John hooks Soap’s legs around his waist and bends forward, one hand propping up his large body, the other sneaking between you and Johnny’s connected tummies to rub at your clit furiously.

“Cap- hmph! Please, please lemme cum, wanna… need tae cum.”

“Not until she does,” John hums, middle fingertip rubbing tight circles along your sensitive nub. “Been such a good girl for us, hasn’t she? Don’t ya think she deserves to cum first?”

“A-aye, sir,” Johnny tosses his head back at the feeling of your cunt clenching down, biting his plump bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

You’re so warm, surrounded by delicious body heat, musk and sweat from these impossibly big, furry men overwhelming your heightened senses. Both of their hairy bellies create an addictive friction against your clammy skin. That, as well as their various combined groans and gasps of pleasure are what make you finally see stars, back arching as best as it can while trapped between the two massive soldiers. Sticky cream dribbles down Johnny’s cock as you heave, marking him victorious, offering him relief.

“Cum, sergeant,” John commands once you’ve gone completely limp, uselessly sprawled out on top of the younger man. “Fill ‘er up.”

Johnny wraps his bulky arms around your waist and squeezes tightly as he reaches his climax, barks of his pleasure released into your ear. Ribbons of thick semen make their home inside of your willing womb, hot and potent and warmly welcomed. You’re prepared to feel the captain’s full weight collapse on top of you, but instead he gently pulls you off of Soap and lays you down beside him. Your eyes are droopy but you can see that he’s still fully erect as he crawls his way up, thick thighs spread over you and the Scot’s chests.

“Tongues out,” Price commands, rapidly fisting at his slick cock and staring down at you and Johnny expectantly.

Instantly, the two of you obey, barely getting a chance to blink before the older man growls and shoots his load all over you and Johnny’s faces. It’s obscene, the way your eyes roll back at his taste, the way your tongue darts out to lap up every drop of salty spend that lands on your skin. John tucks his chin between his pectorals with a dopey grin, fondness evident in his eyes as he watches Johnny copy your actions. He carefully dismounts the bed and leaves to get a rag to clean the three of you up.

By the time Price gets back, you and Johnny are already tangled up in each other’s arms, fast asleep.

in which johnny gifts the love of his life a sex toy outta nowhere

when you mumble into the phone that you miss him, johnny, he pauses for a second, then tells you he's going to bring you a gift back home. "to keep ye company, hen." after, he locks himself in a bathroom stall and watches you play with yourself until you both come.

but you'd thought he'd bring you a pet. a live animal that needs a cage to be brought across the world, not a long, slim unmarked box.

it's a sex toy. and it's rather large, at that. your hand wraps around the base, fingertips still a good inch apart.

"and i'm supposed to be using that?" his arms wrap around your waist, his thick stubble grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, raising goose flesh.

"don't like it? only had ye in mind, hen." he presses a wet kiss on your fluttering pulse. you've never really talked about toys in your relationship. you don't need them, of course, and johnny more than makes up for the time lost between you two whenever he's home but this?

"i don't know," you mumble. "a bullet would've made more sense, i think. at most a rose." his hands run up your sides, to the swell of your breasts and give you a gentle squeeze. he doesn't believe the tripe of people valuing size over all else, does he? the thing is easily as thick as your forearm and it's corded with veins. and it's uncut. whoever is making these are going to extreme lengths to make it as realistic as possible.

he bucks his hips, prominent bulge in his jeans coming to rest in the small of your back. of course he'd get excited. menace.

"ye willnae have t'use it alone now tha' i'm here. 'sides, i think ye'd look perfect with my pretty kitty stretched thin around it." johnny grabs your hips firmly, creating small divots as his grip tightens. "maybe i'll watch ye fuck yerself on it, hm? lap at yer clit while ye do." liquid heat pools in your belly, pulsing hot between your legs.

he really wants you to use it, given by his ragged breathing and he rutting himself against you. fine. "okay. just, not right now, yeah? i want only you in me." his eyes burn fluorescent as he nods, his large hand cradling your head as he pulls you in for a kiss.

you missed this. the sweet sting of his cock sliding home in your aching cunt, the sharp pinch below your navel when his tip comes to sit snugly against the plug of your womb. you've missed this. missed him.

maybe he'll forget all about that monstrosity sitting in the box.

-

he doesn't. he's bringing it up hours later, his spend still dripping warm on your thighs. johnny cannot be serious.

"course i am, hen." his fingers sweep at the hair stuck to your sweat-slick forehead. "is it a crime to want to see ye split open on some- something else?"

you think nothing of his stutter. "alright," you groan. if that's what he wants. it'll be interesting to see just how much you can take. you'll never tell him that your pussy clenched around nothing at the thought, his cum trickling out faster, pooling on the sheets.

-

it's not warm. the tip of it presses against your swollen entrance, cold in contrast to your heated flesh. johnny watches you swallow a gasp, your trembling hands reaching for his as you slide down an inch, two, three. johnny's cum is wonderful lube, but the searing burn- the size of toy is overwhelming, your walls being wrenched apart as you glide down further. johnny presses a prickly kiss on your cheek, cooing in your ear all the while his clever fingers draw gentle circles on your clit. "focus on breathin', bonnie. yer tensin' up."

desire begins to bubble beneath your skin, pleasure causing your muscles to warm and slacken, and after a long couple of minutes, you find yourself at the base.

but then johnny grabs your hips from behind and pulls- oh. "that's it." if you'd thought the toy had originally been in your stomach, it's now in your throat. "pretty as a peach, hen. jus' wha' i wanted to see." a shiver dances up your spine, notches trembling as you get used to the unforgiving stretch of the toy. his breath warms the side of your neck. "on yer go."

you come around it no less than three times, leaving it milky and johnny cleans it up with his mouth before he cleans you up.

-

the girth of it is something you'll never get used to but it does get easier. when johnny goes back to work, he tells you that all he asks for are videos of you using it. for his collection, he greedily says.

you send him as many as you can, no matter the hours. just a quick nsfw text before getting his thumbs up and away it goes. it's incredibly fun. the relationship hadn't been dull by any means, but this just feels invigorating. you feel rejuvenated. that johnny is your biggest cheerleader while using it is such a bonus.

you oughta marry him. maybe you'll elope the next time he's home. but when the next time comes, johnny calls you instead of messaging you the usual be home soon text.

and it sends you reeling.

bonnie. the toy treat ye well while i was gone?

no better than you could me, but yeah. i'm still sore from using it in the last video i sent you.

that's great. if ye like the toy then ye'll love the real thing, i ken. we'll be there in 10.

deranged reader my beloved, my daughter, me. back again in the spools of my brain.

warnings: exactly what the title is. fem! reader, pwp, blood, gore, manipulation (?), toxic reader (?), reverse harem w/ soap & ghost eventually the others, pnv, fingering, overstim (fem)

🏷️ | @warenai @reese-is-right

part 1

you came from a normal life before joining the military. your parents love you and so does your younger brother, he's a pain in the ass but aren't all siblings? cookie cutter houses lines the suburban streets, grasses cut, and christmas decorations find themselves on the houses as soon as december hits, no sooner to avoid hoa fines.

It's actually silly how you turned out this way, a small malicious brain in a body of a well cared for girl. in many ways it was like taming a wild animal; your nails were manicured on the regular, hair neat and put together, strands never where you hadn't meant for it to be, and your uniform was pristine, never stained, never wrinkled. on the outside, you truly where just the sweetest young lady that was meant to sing christmas carols at nursing homes and gain pinches on your cheeks as tips.

but you can't fully tame a wild animal though. in many cases, tigers eat their owners, monkeys maul them, and raccoons abandon home after trashing it. you, were simple. you don't bare your teeth to your owners or unsheathe your claws, you pin them. you pin them in a way that artists pin beetles and butterflies, perfect and spayed out for display and enjoyment.

and that's what you did to the 141. you made them yours. it came easy, natural- almost instinctive. everyone wants to be liked, right? so what if you're extra, extra good at that? you're just charming!

it started with soap. he was an easy target knowing how friendly he is. after finding out he's a demolitions expert, you stepped in asking him rather complex questions on the molecular composition of the explosives he found himself building. and he gladly explained it to you, not having a lot of people who know chemistry on such a level outside of an academic space.

the two of you spend lunches together relating his chemistry knowledge to your biology knowledge as an ex-medic. together you were Biochemistry, what a bunch of nerdy POS'.

quickly that lead to more chemistry in the comfort of your bed as well, having the two of you wrapped up in the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast, his name spilling out of your lips like an echo in the void that is your thoughts.

his dick rammed into, your ankles on his shoulders and his grip on the back of your knees as he bends you in half.

after that night, it became many more. soap was now just johnny. the two of you shared loving glances and plenty of playful touches, a slap on each other's ass when the other passed by, a ruffle of hair, and arms wrapped around the other's waist, cheek to the muscle of their back.

ghost, observant as ever, found this quite aggravating as he thought you were his to hold. while you and johnny fumbled with carbons and phosphorus, ghost had picked up more paperwork than normal, training more recruits than he normally would, just to go and ask you for help. which, being the nice person you were, happily agreed to help him empty his plate.

silence filled the air besides the occasional sound of paper shifting and being flipped, or tossed to the side. some pens scribbling on the paper and against the hardness of the wood also found its way into the comfortable silence and the absence of words. ghost's eyes dashed up to look at you, chewing on the flesh of your lip as you focus on the paperwork that he had asked for your help on. he sees the blankness of your face, how nothing else seems to move or show any signs of emotion besides the gnawing of your teeth.

he quirked an eyebrow at this, how unusual you are...how fascinating. almost as if in a trance, a stupor, a daze as your aura pulls him onto his feet and over to you. he hovers over you, only your wooden desk in between.

"you and soap..." he started and as quickly as the daze came, it left him to fumble for the right words. you look up at him, the same bored expression on your face before you wide your eyes just a tiny bit in surprise and realization.

your head tilts to the side, deciding on letting him grumble with his own choked words. and he, in fear of such situation, opted to shut his mouth and walk back to his desk, picking up from what he left off.

a giggle escapes your mouth, "you can ask him." you say playfully, going back to your own sentence to write and finish up.

the two of them were a pair, always have been- and easy to hook both with the same, sweet bait of your kindness. sooner or later, you got what you wanted, two playful dogs that tend to your every need, whether to pick up some food for you, run to your room to get a file you forgot, knock someone's teeth out for your collection, or to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re a panting mess. that last one was your favorite.

you sat in simon's lap, knee bent with your leg thrown over it, spreading and keeping your thighs from closing. johnny's fingers thrust into your sweet heat as your sharp nails continue to dig into the back of simon's hand, holding onto the flesh of your waist tightly. behind you, you could feel simon's dick twitched as more of your slick dribble down onto his own trousers. his hot breathe against your ear grounded you just a bit as johnny's thumb grazed over your swollen clit. "that's it lovie...one more for us yeah?" johnny snickers from his place, crouched right in front of your pussy, all wet and puffy from the many orgasms that the two of them have taken from you. you whined as he continue to tease you, fingers languidly pulling in and out of your cunt as his thumb swipes over the top edge of your bud. you cry out. even his feather-light touches on your wet clit draws you closer to the edge until your mind goes numb, your pleasure boiling over the edge once again. your body convulses as simon's grasp on you tighten. "good girl, come on now. i kent you could do it..." johnny praises as his fingers pumps in and out of you quicker, pulling every last drop of your pleasure into his palm.

now two of them were playful with you, you were theirs and they knew how to share. their sweet little play thing that was always too good to them, so obedient.

simon now wishes that you were as obedient in the field as you were in bed as he sweeps through the building in search of you. he curses to himself for letting you slip past his field of vision and his attention, going off on your own with a simple "be right back".

he believed it but that was almost an hour ago, and this building is not big. however, the concrete walls and fluorescent lights rendered this place a labyrinth. rifle in his hand, held close and alert, he quickly tip toes up the stairs, observing the twisting quiet hallways, its greenish lights making him feel sick.

he continued on, careful in the thickness of the silence, making his heart thunder and his steps heavy, like forcing through gelatinous air. a wail rung through the concrete walls, not yours, but a shriek of agony, the only sound being made in the longest minutes in his life.

he jogged on, gun tight in his grip, ready to shoot the poor bastard that stood in between his darling and him.

your voice got louder as he got closer, he turned the corner, meeting you and a man in an empty room, door swung open. the man knelt on your feet in front of you. crimson pipes and frayed pieces of his bicep dripped down thick, molten blood onto a pile of rumble from the collapsed wall. simon froze, his own blood flowed thunderously in his ears as he felt his chest shook.

your face showed the same picture as it did when he made you take over his paperwork all those weeks ago. a plain, empty, broken face stared back down at the man on his knees. he mumbles something in russian quickly, petrified in his spot as you held the saw onto the top of his head. his pleas faded into nothing as his voice grew raw from overuse. a simple, broken, "please" breathed out of his exhausted lungs.

simon saw the way his unsteady back raised as he took a quick breath and how it shakily exited his body. blood continued to drip from his exposed bone and muscle. the man's body swayed, weakened from the lack of such plasma flowing through him. a man on the brink of death didn't scare simon, he has been where you are now. he has seen death like an old friend from school, bumping into it every so often.

the dread that filled his body and weighed on his shoulders was your reaction- or lack thereof. you didn't care about his pleas, or how the light in his dull eyes extinguished from tight-lining in between life and death. you didn't care that his arm was discarded behind you. you didn't care about the severed arm, laying in a dark pool, drenched in blackness, just a foot away from your backside. you didn't care.

the man's hand grabs onto your leg, begging, pleading for mercy, even as death was eager to take him. simon sees his breathing becoming staggered, shallow, knowing death is standing over your shoulder, staring on, waiting for you to make the final blow, to end his life.

but you don't. a satiated hum of approval rumbled out of your throat as you dug the jagged blade of the hand saw into his skull. the man pulled from the well of his energy, enough to let out a sluggish, hoarse sob. he bent over more, trying to escape the digging of the steel into his scalp, failing.

you pull back the blade, making you cut deeper and the man choked on his anguished cries. satisfied, you yanked the blade out, leaving the man to hiccup one last plea as you kicked him off your leg. he falls to the ground on his side, his chest rising ever so slightly. you step over him, throwing the saw to the other side of the room, it's weight hits the concrete with a 'thump'. simon doesn't speak, and neither do you. he walks behind you, rifle still drawn. and you know why.

cw: dubcon

bully!Soap who has you face down on his bed, belt binding your hands behind your back

rough hands spreading your ass apart, and you whine, hiding your face in the blanket as you struggle against your binds “j-johnny knock it off! y-you can’t!”

“oh i think i can bonnie.” he laughs, delivering a sharp slap to your ass, closing his eyes at the sound of your shrill cry, only to open them, gaze falling to your puckered hole and he groans, using his thumbs to spread it, and you let out a sob that goes straight to his dick

“i-it’s dirty…”

“ye just took a shower, dumb dog.” he snarks, before spitting directly onto your spread little hole, dragging his tongue over it, nails digging into your thighs as you squeal, thrashing

“johnny!” you cry, struggling to catch your breath and he rolls his eyes

“‘Johnny!’” He mocks, grip tightening on your hips as he goes back to swirling his tongue around your rim, dipping his tongue inside

smirking when he feels you to limp, sobbing into the mattress as your hips twitch, pushing back against his tongue, which he cruelly pulls away

“thought you said this was dirty?”

Poly 141 x Reader

Home is where you are

"What ye think she made this time?"

Johnny mumbles, dropping his head back against the seat behind him. Blinking tiredly up at the ceiling of the truck, a daydream clear in his eyes. Simon next to him stares out the window, sweat seems to practically seal his balaclava to his face.

"We'd be lucky if anything. It's three in the fucking morning.."

Kyle says from the passenger seat. Pursing his lips a bit.

"She should be sleeping.."

Price chuckles from the driver's seat, hand on the steering wheel, paying close attention to the road.

"She knows we're on our way home. If she made something. We'll be thankful."

His other hand is resting on Kyle's knee, his thumb rubs slow circles against him.

Simons foot taps on the floor of the car silently, brows tight together. The man just wants to go home, shower, eat whatever heaven you cooked and sink into that california king mattress. With all of you, all five of you together.

"Steaks."

He mutters.

"Hm?"

Johnny questions with a hum, Simon clarifies.

"On days we come home.. it's either steak or shepherds pie. She made shepherds pie last time so it's gonna be steak."

They all salivate at the damn thought.

"It's tha little things with ye huh Simon?"

Johnny smiles warmly, leaning on his shoulder.

It was another thirty minutes driving before they finally pulled into the secluded driveway. Their safehouse. Their home. Where you are. Filing out of the truck, bags over their shoulders. Covered in grime and dried blood, they didn't even let themselves clean up at base before going home to you. Walking forward, Simon slings an arm around Kyle's shoulder. Tucking the sargeant into his side as they walk to the house. Both Johns walking behind them, Price giving the younger a good slap on the back.

"Home, boys. Let's enjoy it while we can."

Price comes forward to unlock the front door, pushing it open for the four of them. Mumbling out a reminder to take off their shoes inside. Leaning down with a grunt to pull off his boots. The others doing the same. They can already smell what you're cooking, Simon was right. The smell of steaks is pretty clear, garlic butter, some kind of steamed vegetables and spices.

The house is clean. Warm. Low lighting, some candles lit. Everything about it screams home. John opens his mouth to call out for you, but he can feel his spine practically melt hearing you hum in the kitchen.

Johnny is the first stumbling forward, hopping on one leg as he throws off his remaining shoe. Eager to get back to you. Grinning as he comes around the corner into the kitchen. He melts. Seeing you there, in your chair dishing up their plates of dinner.

".. Hey lass.."

He mumbles, feeling like all the air left his chest.

You turn your head when you hear him, the brightest smile spreads across your face. Tossing the fork down from your hand as you turn towards him.

"Hey soldier-"

You beam. You don't even get another word in before Johnny rushes towards you, you let out a puff of air as he crashes into you. Laughing against him as he squeezes you to his chest, his face buried in your hair.

"Fuckin' missed ye hen.."

He whispers. You return with one of your own.

"I know baby.. I missed you too.."

You lift your head, kissing the scar on his chin.

"This bloke botherin' you love?"

You already know that voice immediately, smiling as you turn to look at Kyle. Who is quick at your side with Johnny, his hand cups the back of your head. Pressing a long kiss to your cheek. Taking a deep inhale of your scent through his nose. You smile warmly, your hand finds his bicep, giving a soft squeeze.

"There you are Kyle.."

You murmur, turning your head to press your own kisses across the bridge of his nose.

"Always here."

He chirps, kissing on your skin. His eyes bore into you, drinking you up. Johnny huffs, mumbling something about stealing all your attention. Earning a small tug on his mowhawk from you.

"Alright you two- showers. The both of you. You need it-"

You chuckle, giving them both a hug. Giving Johnny one more kiss on the jaw. Letting Gaz get one more kiss on your face. Watching them head past you down the hall to the bathroom. Kissing on eachother, bumping into walls. You shake your head at them with a smile.

Eyes flicking back to the entrance. You find Simon staring at you, his shoulders slack and sinking. Eyes half lidded and tired. The rest of his face under the balaclava. Your eyes soften, holding out your hand to him.

"Oh Si.."

He takes the invitation. Coming over to you. He would tower over you in height. But instead he falls to one knee in front of your chair. Hands resting on the arm rests of your chair. Your hands immediately cradle his head. Leaning forward to press your head to his.

"You're home.. it's alright now .. no more Lieutenant.."

You whisper against him. Your fingertips lift the edge of the balaclava, pulling it over the nape of his neck. Over the back of his head, nails dragging soothingly up his scalp as you take the fabric away. Making him shiver in vulnerability. Putting his mask aside on the counter.

Seeing your Simons face eases the both of you, cupping his jaw and lifting his head.

"I know doll.. I know."

He mutters, you kiss his temple. Caressing his skin. Threading your fingers into his hair.

"Go shower with the boys sweetheart.. I'll be in there soon."

You coo at him. He chuckles deeply, kissing your head between your brows as he gets up. Bumping your foreheads together one more time before walking to the bathroom.

"You're not gonna say hello to me John?"

You joke, turning your head to watch said Captain. Who was holding his hat in hand, leaning against the wall watching you. He's been watching you the whole time.

"Just seein' you with our boys darlin'.."

Pushing away from the wall he walks over to you. His eyes full of exhaustion, longing, warmth. Tossing his hat on the counter behind you. He leans down, callous hands hold your cheeks. Bringing your lips to his.

He's not as sneaky as he thinks. You know of his little demand to the boys. He's the first to kiss you. Each time they come home.

You kiss him back feverishly, as much as you've been calm and steady for them. You missed your men like hell. Your hands find his shoulders, squeezing them tightly, beginning to work on the knots of tension in them. Emitting a deep groan from John into your mouth. You smile against his lips, feeling the scratch off his beard.

"Everyone's alright?"

You whisper against him. He nods, his hands finding your hips. Slightly lifting you from your chair and towards himself.

"No one's broken. .. Kyle's a little stressed. Y'know how he is.."

You nod, eyes still closed, continuing to brush your lips together.

"And you?"

"Just tired.. But I'm home. That's what matters."

John mumbles, kissing you deep again. Dipping his tongue past your lips, a soft sigh slipping out of you. Arms pulling him closer.

"Taking good care of our boys John.. You always do.. Making sure you all come home to me again... Our strong Captain.."

You can feel him sinking at your praise. The older mans knees want to buckle at your voice.

"Let's get you in the shower baby.. Hm? Get you washed and relaxed.."

You mumble against him.

You yelp as your lifted into the air by his arms, laughing openly as he carries you like a bride. Burying his nose to the crook of your neck. Carrying you down the hall, to the bathroom door. Where you can already hear the chatter of the men in the shower waiting for the two of you. John is grumbling against your skin.

"We need you darlin'. "

"Our boys and I need you bad.."

NAVIGATION

ABOUT ME

ETC

Hey hey first things first ! On here I would like to be referred to a Beau! I’m a fanfic writer for a few fandoms in which you can find on my masterlist as well!

Down Below the cut is my MasterList to the things I write! So far there’s only COD stuff cause majority of my friends enjoy that 😅

I do want to put a trigger warning on here! And I will also put trigger warnings on the writing themselves! I tend to write a lot of angst and smut because I’m very bad at coming up with full fledged out plots sometimes but aha! Oh well—

MasterList

Call of Duty

- John Price

LOVERS CREEK ; click here !

- Simon Ghost Riley

- Kyle Gaz Garrick

- Johnny Soap MacTavish

MORE TO COME..

Ask box is open!

RAWHHHHHHHH @tojisun part 2 pls 🥺🥺🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻[IF NOT IT'S ALRIGHT BABES]

no matter how hard you try, you just can’t make yourself cum tonight.

the position is wrong, your toy is still dead as hell so you had to resort to using your fingers, but those aren’t hitting somewhere deep and scratching that itch you have of wanting to be filled, and it has you crying in frustration.

god, you just wanted to fuck yourself into a good orgasm once. but your fingers are starting to feel numb, and your arm is cramping up, and you feel annoyingly sore already. you know you should call it quits; that you should just douse the flames of your desire with a cold shower and just retire for the night, but you are so, so stubborn and angry and—

you snarl, ripping your fingers out of your cunt before twisting to snatch your phone from where you’d flung it close to the wall. you use your clean hand, wiping the other one on your bedsheets—you might have to wash them tonight, anyway—and sends a message to johnny.

cant cum <

fuck me pls <

you drop your phone to your stomach, hearing yourself heave as your body catches up to the exhaustion. you stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the blazing heat and the soreness and the emptiness, and focusing instead on the little spark of need that you refuse to extinguish because you know johnny. you know he’d reply soon.

(he’s always fucked you good; filled you up with slurring words crooned to your ears, his big hands stretching across your stomach because he swears underneath all this skin and fat, he feels his cock fucking in, in, in.

he loves taunting you when your quiet tears turn into soft sobs—ye gonna cum soon, bon? show me yer cummin’ face, huh? c’mon bon.

he is so, so mean, and you need nothing less right now.)

true to your thoughts, your phone buzzes two minutes later. you pick it back up, grunting in confusion when instead of johnny’s name, you see john’s.

is he alright? did he need something from you? god, you think he’d let you do it tomorrow or at least in a couple of hours?

you tap at the notification, only to feel the curiosity bleed out of you to be replaced with startling horror. it’s like ice water was dumped on you, extinguishing every embers of your libido because there, on your screen, was john. replying to your message.

you had—

> quite forward of you. well, since you asked so nicely, we’re on our way.

you had sent the message to—

three knocks—taptap-tap—suddenly thud on your door. you gasp, looking up from your phone to stare at your locked door, dreadful.

you sent it to the damn group chat.

need.

pregnant!assistant reader who suddenly finds her boss and his team moving into her home, Price immediately upping the security system and locks around the house

Simon starts on the nursery, letting you sit in the nice big rocking chair you picked out, bossing him around on how you want the walls painted

Kyle and Johnny start working on baby proofing until your house is the safest place a baby could be, and you still had 7 months till they were here

Kyle would be the most willing to go out to the shops when late night cravings hit, it also makes him your favorite for the next 24 hours because “he was sweet enough to go get my pickles!”

“pretty you have two other jars-“

“i wanted SPICY pickles John!”

however these men are total messes when it comes to the hormones, the first time you burst into tears, crying about “simon raising his voice at you”, all he had done was scold you for trying to use the stepladder

This is Soap coded!! He just had finished working out and he wanted to show you how sweaty he was and how he wanted to take a shower with you in front of his absolutely flawless pecs!

Still thinking about the fact that Ghost would 100% do a threesome with Johnny and one woman.

Saw this on insta and I was like "Jesus that's something Soap would do"

Immediately what came in my head, (im not from the UK nor European area so forgive me for the inaccuracies!)

Imagine Johnny, finally retired and settled down with an American who moved to Scotland.

(Me and) You who wasn't used to Scottish customs yet, but got used to Johnny over explaining small things. (Yapper x Listeners).

After you two (adopted or birth doesn't matter) have kids, Johnny started yapping them about football while trying to feed them a bottle.

"You see that lass? He gotta tread carefully now luv". (Que screaming at the TV).

All hell is loose when Simon comes over to watch the England vs Scotland game.

You're helping with snacks, trying to add some level of normalcy. Johnny and Simon, both with two beers in, toddler in their rocker.

Johnny is the one mainly screaming at Simon, Simon just holds a glare and continues watching the TV.

At one point, Johnny is screaming at Simon repeativily "Aw home wit ye!" Seeing the Scottish side loose. The toddler starts joining their dad with the screaming.

"That's right lass! Tel thee!".

A/n sorry for the inaccuracies! I'm not from the area nor watch football. The only experience i have with sport games is watching my family yell and fight over college American football. (LSU and Alabama)