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I dont even play Call of Duty....but dam this is really good

I READ THE WHOLE FWF SOAP AND IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN NOW🤤❤

part 7 of fwb!soap

Soap is so overjoyed and smug when you accidentally leave a hickey on him. accidentally, as in you were not in the right state of mind when you sunk your teeth into his neck. because in your defence, you were delirious and it was all his fault for being too good with his cock.

it's so annoying when you catch him smiling at the mark when he's looking at the mirror of your bathroom while you're brushing your teeth. then his eyes shift to you and his smile widens. the little shit— he's so convinced that this somehow means you've changed your decision about not wanting to be with him and nothing can change his mind.

technically, even though you did kiss him that one time, you haven't exactly changed your mind. you're just more... open to the idea.

"knew you had it in ya." he murmurs while hugging you from behind, kissing your neck.

you spit in the sink and roll your eyes. "shut up, MacTavish."

eventually, after a series of long, never ending kisses —he kept coming back for more with the excuse of "one more for the road, lass— he went back to his place for a fresh change of clothes. though if you're being honest, you think he prefers walking around naked in your place.

not that you'd mind anyway.

in the meantime, you told him that you went to pick up a few things at the grocery store because he cleared out all of your fridge with his "bottomless pit of a stomach" since he came back from deployment. he laughed so hard over the phone and told you that he'd meet you there to pay for everything if it makes you feel better.

you roll your eyes and made plans to fill up the cart, hoping to put a dent in his wallet. those jars of honey were expensive and he was going to pay for them. your phone rings. it's Johnny.

i'm here. where are you?

you tell him which aisle you're in and pocket your phone. for once, the butterflies in your stomach flutter and make you feel giddy at the thought of seeing him again, even though it's only been a couple of hours.

you were reaching for your favourite brand of coffee when you heard the call of your name. it certainly didn't sound like Soap. he hardly ever calls you by name. just "bonnie" or "love" or some other term of endearment that makes your chest all warm.

when you see who it is, you're relieved it isn't Mason. no, it's a friend of yours, Trevor. he used to be your coworker till he moved to another country for his promotion.

he grins widely when he comes to you. you're taken aback when he unexpectedly embraces you, but you return the gesture nonetheless.

"long time no see." he steps back, smiling widely. "how've you been? i heard you got promoted too."

"i did, yeah." you chuckled.

both of you spoke and catch up on the small things. you tell him about your job and how you've relished working from home. he's been doing big things on his end for the company, but he decided to take a vacation and visit his family for a little while.

"which is why you're here now." you finished for him.

"that's right." he nodded then paused, watching you reach for your coffee again. "then i saw you here and just thought we could... you know, go out sometime-"

"ready to go, bonnie?" the arm wrapping around your waist startle you to the point where you nearly drop the glass jar.

"Jesus, Soap!" you glared at him. "what did i tell you about sneaking up on me?"

he still grinned like the little gremlin that he is. "sorry, lass. didn't mean to scare ya."

he pecks your cheek to sweeten the apology.

"oh." Trevor speaks, drawing your attention to him. he glances between you and the man next to you. "i didn't know you were with somebody."

"no. ya didn't." Soap chimes merrily, his smile feeling a little too practised. he offered his hand. "John MacTavish."

you narrowed your eyes at him and felt his arm tighten on your hip. Trevor introduces himself with a strained expression. "i used to work with her."

John, much to your astonishment (he never introduces himself as that so this is weird), blinks innocently and briefly glances at you for a second. "really? she never mentioned ye."

"suppose it wasn't worth it." Trevor clears his throat, sheepishly shoving his hands in his pocket. "how long have you two been together?"

in all the time that you've known him, Johnny has never actively gone out of his way to guard you against other men. not even when you attempted to go on dates while you had still been sleeping with him. he's always been so sure that you'd come back to him and much to your annoyance, he was right.

this? this was new.

interrupting your conversations. purposefully inserting himself where he wasn't needed. he's never done that. the most he's ever done is kiss your cheek and throw an arm over your shoulder when you were around mutual friends, but that was just Johnny being his usual touchy self. it wasn't nearly as possessive as this.

but the more you sit back and watch, the more you realize that it's not as annoying as you thought it was. because you're not gonna lie, jealousy is a good look on him.

you like the feeling of being coveted. you like it very much.

"a month." you pipe up before your gremlin can say anything more, giving him a look that tells him to shut up and not argue. you turned to the man standing before you and smiled, offering your hand, which he took. "it was nice seeing you again, Trevor."

he. was. not happy.

"a month? really, bonnie?" he had his arms crossed and pouted during the ride to your place, eyes glaring out the window. "un-fucking-believable."

you don't know whether to laugh or question him on the math of how long you two have been fucking. which, last you checked, doesn't exactly count as being in an actual relationship.

"would rather i say you were just a friend instead?" you realized that wasn't the best answer when he glowered at you. but you continued, "oh, quit being a baby, Johnny. it's not like it matters anyway, it's just a little white lie. no one's gonna care."

his jaw shifts and his gaze goes back to his window, quietly mumbling, "i care."

indeed he does care.

because as much as he ignored you for the better part of the hour after you, pouting as he helped you unpack and arrange your groceries where they belonged.

you feel bad that he's upset but you're not sure why. it's not like you have been dating.

it wasn't until your phone pings when he finally chooses to acknowledge you again. the text was from Trevor. he'd asked around and gotten your number.

it was good seeing you. maybe we could go for drinks sometime and catch up again.

he leaned over next to you to read it and he scowled.

"what?" you looked at him.

"are ye gonna say yes?" he asks, gesturing to your phone. "go on. answer him."

"Johnny, what are you on about?" you put your phone away, fully turning to face him. "why are you upset? come on, tell me."

"that fucker hit on you." he grits out through his teeth and you're left with more questions than answers when his eyes shift to the tv. "and you let it happen."

what you thought would be just another round of bickering between you and Soap was quickly spiralling into something ugly. you've never been this emotionally charged about anything he's ever said about your arrangement with him.

the bewildered expression on your face quickly turns to something akin to annoyance. "how is that my fault? i didn't lead him on."

"i never said that." he quickly retorts.

"you're implying it." you shot back.

he lets out a frustrated groan and grabs you by the arms. and for a moment you're surprised and a little frightened by the heat in his eyes when he snapped, "we've known each other longer than a month, bonnie."

and that's when it dawns on you.

that's why he's upset.

his blue flames burn out, mellowing into a somber expression as he pulls you closer, close enough for your noses to touch as he whispers, "why can't ye understand?"

the grip on your arms loosens but never breaks. there is a heavy silence that settles in the air.

Johnny's always been open with you from the start. very open. but he's always said it like it was a joke. you couldn't take him seriously. for your fragile heart's sake, you wouldn't dare to.

"understand what, Johnny?" you tentatively reach for his cheek, feeling the shudder in his breath. "tell me."

your quiet plea doesn't go unheard.

he doesn't tell you. he shows you instead.

it feels like he's lost control but the determined expression tells you that he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Johnny—" you gasp helplessly against the brutal rut of his hips, heat flushing your cheeks at the lewd noises of your coupling.

you can barely hold onto the sheets as he bends you in half, pressing your ankles to your ears. your eyes rolling back when he fucks your hard and fast, dooming you to the onslaught of pleasure that numbs your mind.

"take it." he hisses with the snap of his hips. "fucking take it." his hands tighten and dent your skin, and you can do nothing but obey his harsh demand. "maybe then you'll learn that i don't intend on sharing ye."

words have turned to lead in your mouth. it's hard to grasp on to your strength when his thrusts jostle every bit of sense in your head. you manage to stutter out just a few— "i wasn't— wasn't going to s—say yes!"

it doesn't seem to ease his rage. your choked gasps only become louder the closer and closer he brings you to your high. and you know the drop is going to be brutal.

he hooks your legs over his shoulders and bear his weight on you, and you cry out his name when his thumb roughly traces your clit.

"that's it, bonnie." your pussy clenched tightly around him, fueling his rut even further. the glint in his eye burns through you. "that's my name you're screaming, not his."

he doesn't stop after your first orgasm.

"i'm sorry..." you trace the scar on his chin.

his bare chest rises and falls under your elbow, blue eyes shifting to the frown on your face. your turmoil has grown since you've come to realize that his jealousy came from a place deep in his heart. a place that cherishes you and doesn't want to lose you.

you don't like knowing you've made him upset, even if you hadn't done it on purpose.

"no, i'm sorry." he reaches for your cheek with a tender care that made your eyes flutter. "for being a jealous prick. dinnae meant to take it out on ye."

the sincerity in his voice melts you. now you really question if it would be that bad to spend more time with him like this. every day... long term. not just as fuck buddies but something a little more than that.

would it be bad?

no... you don't think so.

"i don't know..." a slow smile stretches over your mouth. "i kinda like it when you do."

the mischief in his eyes sparks back to life and it was like he'd forgotten about the entire ordeal that drowned him in misery. he cradles the back of your head to pull you closer, muttering, "come here."

when his mouth meets yours in a heated kiss and he pulls you over him, you know it's all water under the bridge.

haven't updated this in a while. one more to go and this series will soon come to an end😔 banners by @cafekitsune [finale]

Whumptober Day 1-John 'Soap' MacTavish

✲Prompt: Swooning

✲Coffee Shop AU

✲Warnings: none just really fluffy

The seasons started to change from from the warm and dewy spring weather, to the blistering heat of summer, and now the leaves are starting to develop their warm-toned hues. As a barista the autumn season was your favorite as the drinks and treats your store provided made you feel cozy. You loved your job and the various people you get to meet and the regulars you build a cordial relationship with. As of recently, there has been one customer that has piqued your interest. 

Johnny. That was his name and hearing him say it for the first time when you needed a name provided for the order made your heart stutter in your chest. He had you hooked with his winsome smile, thick accent, and his unique haircut. Despite what anyone says about a mohawk haircut he pulls it off way better than anyone should. The man was enigmatic, to say the least. He would come to the shop twice a week: Wednesdays and Fridays. He would always order a hot blonde roast coffee with two sugars and the slightest amount of half and half. He wasn’t a man of frills you noticed. 

The first encounter you had with him at the register you were a mess. Your words were rushed and jumbled together and you couldn't bring yourself to make eye contact with him. As the weeks started to pass by you were able to build up some confidence and hold conversations with him. It could be something as small as you greeting him first with a ‘good morning’ when he walks through the door or even questions getting to know him such as asking what his favorite color is so you know what color straw to give him for his coffee. Just the simple things. 

He never stays around after he receives his coffee order you have also come to notice. He would thank you with a bright smile and beeline straight to the door. Today you have come to notice that after you had taken his order he found a table in the corner of the store and started to make himself comfortable by taking out a laptop and charger and setting up whatever paperwork he needed to get done. This had surprised you, but you tried to pay no mind to it. Once his coffee was done you called his name and he coolly strode over with a smirk on his face. He thanks you and in one fluid movement, he takes the coffee but slides a small slip of paper into your palm. “Here’s my number. Wanted to try to get to know a Bonnie gal like you a little more. Send me a text later.” And with that, he sent himself off with a wink and once you saw he was in his seat and you were out of his line of sight you held the paper close to your chest while trying to calm the grin plastered onto your face. You were starting to get giddy just thinking of all the possibilities that could come out of seeing Johnny outside of work.

🤣🤣🤣

Imagine johnny laughing at something SO HARD. He’s got his hand clasped over his mouth, he’s folding in half and even smacking his knees then wiping the tears away from his eyes from all the laughter. He’s genuinely in pain and short of breath just from pure laughter. Naturally, the team are all confused. What the fuck has got Johnny laughing so hard he’s clutching his chest and struggling to breathe? He turns his phone around and lo and behold:

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Red= dark fic

Orange- fem reader

Green- g/n Reader

Purple- male reader

? - I'm not exactly sure

(I’ll keep adding DONT get mad bc there may be more than others..)

Calling him by his name - @baohanhanesel

Fishy business - @lovifie

Throat mics - @tocka-ibris

Second chance - @bookbrokelibrarian

Repeat until death - @kcmactavish ?

Childhood friend - @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

It’s a match! - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

Soap x Male Reader - @rodolfoparras

Brain rot - @embry-garrick

Muscle / body worship - @gatorbites-imagines

Government asset- @charliemwrites f reader

Enamored - @rowarn

Souvenir - @syoddeye

Soulmate au - @all-purpose-dish-soap ?

Dividers by - @cafekitsune

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