#captain john mactavish

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

Roaches first mission

that mission in brazil sucks so bad but the content is so worth it

[konigsblog]

Heya! Sorry if it's stupid ask, but I have read your post a while ago that you're Scottish (If I'm wrong then I'm sorry and I would feel embarrassed.🙃) And I want to write Sergeant Johnny Mactavish and Captain John Mactavish x reader. And since they are also Scottish I want to write/them say some Scottish lines, or just words. So I was hoping what usually Scottish people will say, I don't want to mess up. I only know aye, shite and lass but that's much about it.

Sorry if my English is bad.

And I wish you an great day/night/evening!😊

SCOTTISH PHRASES AND WORDS TO USE WHILE WRITING FOR SOAP MACTAVISH.

— yes! i am scottish, so here's some phrases and words i hear, and say, in scotland and what other scottish people usually say. :)

bonnie = that means calling someone pretty, like bonnie lass means pretty girl, since lass means girl. i'd say this is usually aimed towards girls, like a man would call a woman a bonnie.

lad means boy, like a friend usually. lads is plural ofc, and you could use it to say soap and the lads, or his pals. — “me and the lads.” (lads isn't scottish, it's british - which obviously being scottish means your british, but anywhere in great britain you'd hear this. as well as the one below.)

pals means friends, friend is a pal. — “thought he was yer pal.” = “thought he was your friend.”

dinnae = don't, it's how we say it in our accent. “dinnae do that.”

dae = means do, again, how we say it in our accent. “dae that for me.”

“haud yer wheesht” means shut up, like be quiet.

blether means talk, you might call someone a blether if they gossip or they're a chatterbox. — “stop blethering.”

crabbit means to be annoyed or grumpy. — “why ye crabbit?”

aye means yes. — “aye, dae that.”

ken means know. “a ken that.” not the barbie doll, it means know :) — “a ken that.” means “i know that.”

eejit means idiot. — “yer' an eejit.”

“ah umnae” means im not. ‘ah’ means im, or i, ‘umnae’ means not. it's hard to explain, just our accents though.

‘peely wally’ means pale. (heard this too many times towards myself, im pale as paper..) — “yer' lookin' a bit peely wally.” honestly, i don't think you'd need to say this that often in fanfics with soap, but maybe if someone is ill, you'd say that.

“gonnae no do that” means don't do that. “gonnae” means gonna, so like “gonna not do that” you'd say to someone if they did something you didn't want them to do.

“yer bum's oot the windae!” you're lying, being dramatic, or over exaggerating something.

“dafty” means stupid. — “yer' a dafty.”

VIDEOS TO WATCH FOR HELP AND UNDERSTANDING OF THE ACCENT:

it shows the accent differences between a scottish person, an english person, and an irish person.

https://youtu.be/Z-WliS0HHF8?feature=shared

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hiiiii, Congratulations on your 5K !!! Idk if ur reqs r still open, but I'll try (pls feel free to delete this if it's closed alrdy)

I was supposed to ask for a Cap. Price but since u've said that there are low reqs for Soap, I'm (humbly and kindly) asking for a Soap oneshot. U can do whatever u want (I just want fluff pls, I'm so inlove with him, he's such a cutie)

—Alive and Breathing

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [You're sick. Very sick. John takes drastic action.] ❞

Your head pounds violently, groaning softly under your breath as the room pulses with heat and fever. Sweat stains your forehead—dripping off the side of your nose as the bed is heavy with it. The window was shut tight, the sheets layered high on you in a heap akin to a garbage pile with shaking feet twitching from out the end. Your muscles jerk, lungs heaving for air that gets harder to come by. 

No matter how hot you tried to become, nothing was making you any more comfortable. You felt like you were freezing; standing out on an ice sheet and plunging into arctic waters. Everything was a sheen of blurry delirium, and you hoped that John would get home soon so you could have him help out around the house. 

You’d taken some cold medicine after you called him, but nothing was working. 

Not moving beyond the ragged coughs that make you gag on your saliva, you stay there even when the front door opens—a call of your name on the air a dull buzz in your drums. Like a fly. 

And then, suddenly, there’s a serious face in front of yours, and a hand is shoving back your blankets until you’re partially visible. 

“Up you get, now,” John grunts, eyes narrowed and his scar pulling tight at the sight of your state. Your mouth twists into a tight frown, panting at the chill of the air; you shiver violently. “I’m takin’ you in, aye?”

“M’cold, John,” you mutter through a hoarse exhilation. Shapes shift and shadows move. A heavy hand is pressed to your forehead, flinching momentarily at the heat that makes John hiss lowly. He looks your body up and down, taking in the scent of sweat and sickness. 

This was worse than the light fever you’d described over the phone. 

“Holy hell…” He breathes, glancing at the rapid pulse point in your neck. “Cold? You’re fuckin’ burnin’ up down there, Dearie. Did you take anything while I was away? Christ.”

A mind is made up quickly, concern striking John in the heart. 

He digs you out of the last remaining covers, gripping your slick body as your eyes flutter—you don’t answer him, muttering under your breath. 

“Fuck,” John growls. Once he knows you’re not going to slip out of his arms, he grips you tighter and rushes into the bathroom, nerves in his gut not leaving as your limp arm sways. “Hey!” He shouts at you, jostling your shoulder blades.

You whine, your head stuck at his pec. Everything pulses. 

Glaring, John’s blue eyes are laced with worry as he sets you down into the tub—scarred hand snapping to turn on the water on the coldest setting. 

Hands grapple your cheeks. 

“Hey, now,” the man utters, accent thick and deep as emotions take over. “Hey, focus on me. C’mon.” Water spreads over your legs—soaking into your clothes as your shivering continues even now. Your lashes flutter, teeth chattering. “C’mon, Sweetheart, right here.”

The water sloshes over the lip of the tub by the time John turns it off, the liquid cold enough to make the man shiver himself, but he doesn’t even notice—eyes trapped on your body. 

After a few long, tense, minutes, your rapid heartbeat slows to the visible eye. Your lungs ease back to a nearly-normal rise and fall; small hitches still in the muscle. 

“That’s a girl,” John runs his thumbs up and down your flesh. “That’s right.”

You huff, face still full of drying sweat until the man ahead of you takes a palm full of water and drenches your head with it. Sputtering, you weakly push at his other wrist near your cheek, gasping down air. 

“W-what the hell,” you stutter, water dripping off your nose and over your eyes.

“I’m getting you medicine,” John grumbles. “The correct kind. Cold bath won’t help in the long run, but I was out of options.”

You blink at him, still sluggish. 

“I’ll be fine, John.” A firm brow raises in challenge and you sigh shaking your head.

“It’s that or I bring you to hospital. Your choice.” 

Silence falls, only broken by the shift of the water and your small sickly sniffles. Blue eyes move and soften before John brings a hand up to his face and rubs it. He holds the limb there for a moment, taking a shallow breath. 

A kiss is pressed to your still steamy forehead, the lips staying there as you sag forward into John as his arms circle you, bringing you to him. 

“Scared me,” he utters lowly. 

You hum, tired. 

“I had the strangest dream while you were gone,” your mouth whispers. John grunts into your skin. “You were fighting a bear.”

“A bear?” He smirks, eyebrow quirking and pulling his scar tight. “Bit big for me to do alone, Dearie…I win?”

“Of course,” you try a hoarse chuckle, arms limp in the water. 

“Oh, aye, an accurate dream.” He chuckles with you. “How’d I do it, then? Was I barehanded? Knife?”

“...I’m just stroking your ego, John.”

“Can’t stroke something you can’t reach, can you?”

[frogchiro]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED MORE CAPTAIN MACTAVISH UGH I LOVE THAT BIG GRUFF MAN SO MUCH AND I NEED HIM WITH A SOFT LITTLE THING ON HIS ARM AAAAAAA

Big gruff Captain MacTavish who is barking orders left and right, his heavy accent making his voice even rougher especially when he's stuck in his cramped little office on this new shitty base the 141 is stationed in, he's freezing his balls off because of course the heating is almost completely busted as he's basically chained to his desk to fill out some boring reports.

The insistent droning of some scared recruit isn't helping his irritation at all, if anything it serves to make John even more agitated because in his already frayed mind this bumbling fool is keeping him away from the pretty, soft beauty laying just barely three feet in the small bed that's shoved against the far wall of the small room, just behind his desk.

In fact, the good captain just turned his brain off in the middle of the stuttering report, his mind wandering back to like 20 minutes ago when he was fingering your sweet pussy, his fingers expertly moving in and out out of the wet hole, teasing your swollen clit before returning to tug at his hard cock, your slick combined with his leaking cum making for a delicious slide, your legs falling open and your sweet mouth calling for your captain to come closer, to fill you up, to breed you well and keep you warm in this freezing room and John had his tip right at your enterance, just about to slide in, when a knock resonated through the room and you could swear you heard John let out a roar of displeasure and hatred for anyone who interrupted your intimate moment :((

Now you're laying naked under layers of all the blankets John could find to keep yourself warm, wiggling from time to time to tease the large male and you tried to keep yourself from giggling at the tension that appeared in his broad shoulders whenever he heard the sheets rustle. You just hope your man will finish soon enough and dismiss the poor scared recruit as quickly as possible and without fuss so he'll be able to come to you once again and finish what he started <33

[charliemwrites]

Fields of Elation

Part 1

Rating: E Warnings: Dubcon if you squint

The garden has become a riot of color in the last week.

Native blooms in every vibrant color you could find, praying for pollinators to watch from the reading nook. The first butterfly fluttered in yesterday morning while you sipped tea. You could have squealed with excitement, aching to tell someone and denying the twinge in your chest when you realized who “someone” was.

You’re not thinking of him now. No. Absolutely not. Gardens are not for blood-soaked, violent men that smell like gunpowder and smoke – and neither are your thoughts. Your thoughts are to be as sun-soaked as the flowers, bleached out by warmth and light. Depthless, shadowless.

There’s soil dusting your fingers. You kneel in the flossy grass to plant wooden dowels, support for drooping stems growing too tall, too fast. You’re endeared by them, that they’re exploding with so much life that they need a helping hand. Perhaps you’re anthropomorphizing them a bit too much. This little recess you’ve carved out of the world is beautiful but lonely.

You hum a soft tune as you bow twine, some happy new pop song about summer. Heard it on the radio in the grocery store and haven’t gotten it out of your head since. The back of your neck prickles.

“Missed your voice, bonnie.”

You yelp as big, rough hands scoop you from the ground. Strong fingers grip your thigh, a wide palm supports your ribs, tugging you close to a thick, muscular body. The rough fabric of tac gear sands against the exposed skin of your stomach. You flail until your arms loop around broad shoulders, a chuckle rumbling into the hollow of your throat.

“Missed that noise specifically.”

You gasp air for another shout, but get jostled up into a fireman’s carry, wind knocked out of you. There will be no screaming for your distant neighbors this time.

“Put me down,” you wheeze instead.

“In a mo’, love.”

You grunt indignantly as the ground blurs beneath you, tools left behind as powerful legs tread the path back to your little house. Spend the disconcertingly short journey thinking of new things to call him, since you’ve been running out.

There’s a heavy wooden thump.

“Don’t kick my door!” you screech.

“I’ll fix the damn door,” he growls back.

Your head spins as you’re dropped to your bare feet on the wood floors, just inside the back door. Steady yourself on corded forearms to catch your bearings, then open your mouth to give him a dressing down he hasn’t had since recruit days.

But a hot, wet tongue slides against yours, curling expertly into your mouth. Dry, warm lips pressing hard. That same arm curls around your chest to gather you close; the breadth of him steals your coherence as much his kiss. Your venomous words are superseded by a soft noise, one that you’ll deny is the admission of pleasure he takes it as.

When he pulls away, you find your fingers curled in the muted green of his shirt, knuckles pressed against his beating heart. Its pace matches yours.

You flutter your eyes open, find summer blue gazing back. Softer than the grass you just knelt in, warmer than the sun in your hair. You swallow back surrender, blink away admissions.

“I was in the middle of something, you bastard,” you snap.

John MacTavish grins back, crooked and arrogant, the scar beneath his eye pulling. “It’ll keep.”

“Then so will dinner.”

His eyes light up. You curse as you realize your mistake.

“You gonnae cook f’me, love?”

“No.” You back away, but it’s like trying to outrun the wind. He manages to make your deliberate retreat feel like a choice he’s making, hedging you deeper into the house. Back, back, unerringly corralling you towards the bedroom. You know it, but you’re helpless to stop it.

“S’alright, you’ve been cookin’ enough, I reckon,” he drawls. “Don’t mind makin’ somethin’ fer you.”

If by “cooking” he means cobbled together snacks that level out to something like nutritional balance, then yeah. You’ve been cooking for yourself.

“Not enough ingredients for two,” you snark, eyes sliding away in a show of dismissal. “You’ll have to starve.”

He smirks, balancing you with hands on your waist when you bump the bedroom door ajar. Your stomach clenches up like you’re on a rollercoaster. Know what’s coming next but dig your heels in anyway.

“Nah, just gonnae eat now.”

Your mouth drops open just as he pounces, squealing as your back hits the mattress. The ceiling is decorated in fairy lights you forgot to turn off this morning. They twinkle brightly as John wrestles your dirty cotton “work” shorts off your thighs, leaves them hanging off one calf.

“Goddamit!” you shout as he tears through yet another pair of underwear. Nothing special, mind, but it’s the principle of the thing. They’re not his to rip.

“Gotcha more ‘fore I came home.”

That doesn’t make it better, you try to tell him. What comes out is a warbling moan as he buries his tongue in your pussy. Licks from your shamefully leaking hole to your already-throbbing clit. He grunts in reply, deep and rough in his wide chest. Drops himself onto the floor for better access, pulling your thighs over his shoulders.

Eats you out like this really is his first and last meal. Sloppy and wet and loud, audible over the sounds you try to stifle behind your forearm because your hands are still dirty. Get away with it for all of a minute (being generous) before he’s pulling back just enough to speak – even if it’s right into your cunt.

“No, no, no, we have a deal,” he growls. You whimper as his hands clamp down on your squirming hips. “I’m home now, you’re mine. This pussy, those noises, they’re all mine again.”

Your hands fly to his hair as he dives in again, tangling in dark, course strands as he laps at you like a dog. If you could rally the brain power to speak more than unintelligible sounds, you’d mock him with that imagery. But knowing him, he’d revel in the comparison. Would bark just to prove a point.

You can’t stand that you know him.

“That’s it,” he rasps. “My goddess.”

You arch as he sucks your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over the bundle of the nerves. Thumbs massaging into the plush of you. Stubble prickling a bit; you’ll have to remember to tell him off for that later.

“Missed me too,” he continues, flat of his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit. Strings of your slick web between his mouth and your pussy. “Dripping like you missed me, anyway.”

“D-didn’t,” you whine.

He chuckles, the absolute devil, humming as he curls his tongue inside you. Doesn’t believe you, doesn’t even deign to challenge it. Just keeps fucking you on his mouth, groaning when your twitchy fingers tug at his hair. Doubles his efforts, any semblance of restraint crumbling as the time and distance overwhelm his usually infallible patience. Overwhelm you too.

It’s been so long – since the night before he last left. You’re oversensitive and touch-starved and John is a feast for your body and soul. Lose everything to the tides of lust, the current of ecstasy. Washed out to a sea of bliss, floating on awful need. Tilt your hips into the next swipe of his tongue, back arching, thighs tightening as you shudder.

“John,” you keen, “John, Johnny.”

He makes a gutted noise. One hand jerking from your hip to slide two thick fingers into you. Tears gather and rebel down your cheeks as he zeroes in on that sweet, achy spot inside of you. He is a man for whom mercy is scarce and he has none to spare for you, stroking and tapping relentlessly. Your peak rushes up frighteningly fast, voice lost in the shock of it as you clamp down.

He works you through it, savoring your orgasm like the first inhale of smoke in his lungs. Keeps licking and rubbing until your sobbing with overstimulation, trying to scramble away.

“No, John,” you warble, “t-too much, please!”

The sound when he pulls away is utterly obscene. If you had any room in your empty brain for embarrassment, you’d wish for the mattress to swallow you whole. You flutter your eyes open and stare blankly at the fairy lights as you struggle to breathe.

John’s kissing your trembling thighs like he didn’t just ruin everything all over again, whispering devotion into your beard burn.

When you manage to sit up a bit on shaking arms, you find him kneeling there. A supplicant to the alter of your pleasure. Ruthlessly handsome, war-torn. His chin glistens with your slick. You reach to wipe it away, but he catches your wrist in a deceptively gentle hand. Keeps his blown-out eyes on yours as he presses a slow kiss into the center of your palm.

Words bubble in your chest, too honest, even for you.

“My hands are dirty,” you whisper.

“Never.”

You curl your fingers around his jaw. Tell yourself it’s not a caress, no matter how he leans into it. “When did you get back?”

“Eighteen hours.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Gather your scattered wits. “You wore your damn boots in the house.”

He huffs with amusement, leans his forehead into your stomach. “I’ll mop.”

“You’ll shower first. You smell like travel.”

“You’re coming with me.”

“I have to finish in the garden.”

He scowls even with his eyes closed. You tap-tap-tap absently at his shoulder, where your hand has naturally come to rest.

“I’ll come out with you,” he grumbles.

“You’ll scare the birds.”

“Fuck the birds.”

You tsk, but there’s no force on earth that will keep him inside. “Mean bastard.”

He grins against your stomach. “Darling wife.”

[eilidh-eternal]

Brat Tamer ™️ Captain MacTavish who calls you his wild little thing while he fucks you silly, bends you in half and growls in your ear about how you just needed to be put in your place, need your attitude adjusted and a little taming today because he’s had it with your lip.

He needs you soft and sweet for him before he has to leave in the morning and sees nothing but the cold, hard tundra for the next month, so stop fighting him on everything and let him enjoy these last few hours with you. There’ll be plenty of time for bratting when he’s back.

[callofdudes]

Captain MacTavish gifts for your Christmas viewing:

[bejeweledblondie]

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish Headcannons

A/N: I’m very happy y’all are enjoying these!

Warnings NSFW

• Y’all met while you were on a study abroad program

• You had been returning from a night class & decided to go to the local pub for a pint & some food

• It was another soldier that pointed you out initially but he caught your eye

• “Oi, what’s a wee lass like yourself doin’ all alone in the corner?” (It definitely didn’t come out THAT clearly)

• it took you a minute to process what the hell he had said since his Scottish accent is so thick

• You spent hours chatting in that bar, about your home life, studies, etc. Johnny was limited in what he could tell you about his profession

• The two of you exchanged numbers & on your first date he took you to the Scottish countryside

• The view took your breath away, & he explained the history of his homeland to you (he’s very patriotic)

• You’d FaceTime, call, text etc. once you had to return to your home country

• He was so proud to see you graduate (he knew how hard you worked towards obtaining your college degree)

• He told you he couldn’t go to your graduation due to work (it was a lie)

• He planned out a whole secret proposal with your parents over FaceTime

• imagine your surprise when you saw him after the ceremony

• He proposed in private in your childhood house’s backyard

• You initially got married in the states to be able to live with him due to his military service & start receiving housing

• Y’all had a ceremony & reception at a castle in the Scottish countryside complete with a hand tying ceremony

• Yes, you had a bagpiper at the wedding

• He wore a kilt (are we even surprised?)

• Your garter had his last name on it & was in tartan plaid that matched his kilt (yes you had a garter toss & he was in shock when he saw the garter)

• Y’all got a gorgeous little cottage by the sea & ofc a sheep dog to go with it

• He 100% would be hosting for football matches

• And if you’re American y’all would definitely host a Super Bowl watch party

• I feel like he’d love reality tv (especially 90 Day Fiancé & the Kardashians)

• He has commentary too for every scene

• “what a fooking idiot.”

• His favorite Kardashian is Kris Jenner

• Since he can barley keep his hands off of you, he knocks you up only a month after your wedding

• Since he was deployed you mailed him ultrasound photos of the bean

• For a man who is incredibly intelligent it didn’t click that you send multiple photos of the same ultrasound

• He thought he was having quints at first & nearly had a stroke

• “You’re having five of ‘em?!” “No that’s the same fetus just different photos”

• He kept the ultra sound photos in his plate carrier

• Tactical baby gear is a must (also it’s a real company which is awesome)

• Hear me out little baby kilt, Simon gifted it to y’all

• You nearly cried when you opened the gift d

• Simon is 100% the godfather of your baby, if you trust him with Johnny’s life you can ensure if anything happened your baby would be taken care of

• Johnny was lucky that he was able to be there the entire time you were in labor

• He almost fainted when he saw the epidural (I don’t blame him)

• You guys had a little boy

• Unfortunately while you were in recovery he got called back into work for a mission

• Before he left he held your son just incase it was his last time holding him

• You sobbed when he left & one of the nurses had to console you

• Thankfully it was just a hostage rescue so he was back within a few days & ready to help out with the baby

• He carried your son around in one of those baby carriers that your strap to your chest

• Your baby boy is so giggly just like his daddy

• He will constantly be making his son laugh with silly faces, hand motions, anything

• Whenever the boys come over to watch a match your son will be passed around like a hot potato one moment he’ll be sitting with Price then next Simon has him

• As your son gets older he gets interested in what his daddy does, & he’s infatuated with being a soldier

• He’ll play pretend soldier with Soap all the time

• You’re constantly picking up Nerf darts

• When Soap is away on a mission, your son will crawl into bed with you because he misses his daddy

• He draws photos of him & the Task Force to send to overseas

• I also feel like y’all’s son would be incredibly helpful around the home especially when you’re expecting baby No. 2 & after baby No. 2 is born

• Baby No.2 is a little girl

• He’s definitely very protective over his little girl

• “She’s just as beautiful as you, Bonnie”

• Y’all’s son would also enlist or commission to the British Military but I think he’d actually be a King’s Guard for a bit

• And I feel like your daughter would be incredibly creative, she’d use those talents to be an artist

• I do believe Soap is a die hard family man & that’s one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him

✨NSFW✨

• He’s definitely a cheeky bastard & will not hesitate to smack, grab, or make comments in public about you

• He’s 100% dominant in the bedroom & loves to be called “daddy”, or even “Johnny”

• He fucked you right before y’all walked into your wedding reception, perks of wearing a kilt

• This man loves your legs & especially your thighs

• He loves to watch you squirm when his hand trails your legs all the way leading up to your pussy

• He’s not quite during sex whatsoever, he’ll full on groan, moan & tell you good you feel

• He’s a sucker for flexibility

• You take up yoga to improve your flexibility

• I definitely believe y’all wouldn’t even make it through the front door when he comes home

•He’d either fuck you on the hood of the car or the damn back seat in the parking lot

• He loves it when you wear his old PT shorts & no panties easy access

• He definitely loves you & your body & would know how to take care of you

[macravishedbymactavish]

I've had the idea forever, but recently paired it with Captain Mactavish to give you the following filth. NSFW under the cut.

Captain Mactavish x F!Reader Drabble

Shoulders pressed firmly against a toned chest, head lolled back into the crook of a neck. Whines and gasps escaping your lips as rough hands ran over your inner thighs, avoiding the areas you needed him most.

Pressing your hips back, huffing softly as you felt his hands reposition you. Keeping you from moving in his lap.

“Please, anything.” Words muffled against John's neck, as you pressed gentle kisses against his pulse point. Hoping to evoke a reaction. 

“Anything?” He mused, right hand sliding up your thigh. Middle finger dipping between your folds. The coolness of his digit caused a shock through your spine. “Fuck you stupid on my fingers all night.”

Toes curling as your breath caught in your throat, his middle finger lazily pressing inside you. His motions coming off bored, distracted. Despite his eyes never leaving your body.

“More.” You demanded, pressing your shoulders back as he added fingers. Slowly teasing you, as his free hand cupped your chest. Rubbing over your clothed nipple, squeezing it gently.

Increasing the pace of his fingers, John chuckled as you continued to beg. Wanting more. More. Fuck, please more. 

“Demanding little thing.” He commented with a dry chuckle. Pressing a wet kiss to your shoulder as he continued teasing you. “Not gettin’ my cock yet.”

A long sigh of his name, another chuckle from him as you squirmed. Demanding begging he fuck you stupid already.

Lips right beside your ear, as he whispered;

“Cum on my fingers, then I'll give you my cock.”

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

[hero-hoe]

For the #1 Captain MacTavish enthusiast @brewed-pangolin after talking about that bubble butt 🥵🥵 I had a brain worm

MDNI 18+ ONLY. Vague smut, marriage kink, body and chest hair worship. PiV. Fem!Reader.

Captain John MacTavish who knows exactly what his body looks like, heavy muscles with a healthy layer of fat and even warmer layer of hair all over his body. The man is damn near furry, and he knows exactly how it makes you feel. You, the bonnie lass he met after retirement who he immediately had to wife up.

You, the sweet little thing he loves waking up to long after sunrise on lazy Sunday mornings Cuddled together in bed with you wearing his shirt, your soft thighs thrown over his thick ones, knees cradling his defined waist. One hand behind his head, tucked up under the pillow for extra comfort while the other guides your rocking hips. Letting your delicate hands grope at his chest, knowing you love his "hairy tits" as you once called them.

"That's it, hen. Doin' so good fer me." He groaned, eyes half lidded yet so full of love as he watched you grind yourself on his shaft so lazily. You'd both been at it all morning, the dark brown hair of his thighs now slicked to his skin with your juices. He loved seeing himself covered in you nearly as much as you loved toying with his hair.

Your deft fingers were carded under the loosely curled hairs on his chest, groping at his pecs for balance with every motion, tugging on the pelt of your warrior.

"Atta girl. Can feel ye gettin' close again." The hand comes out from behind his head, moving to cradle yours instead and push your face into his chest. A low moan left his throat when your teeth bit into his flesh, just hard enough to leave an indentation on the side of his breast. "C'mon, lass, be jus' let go fer me." He insists, moaning as you tug the hair on his chest once again in desperation. "Shh, ah ken is a lot, hen, but ma wife can take it, yeh? Ma perfect girl can give me one more."

He finished after you did, a few lazy bucks of his hips into your wet warmth while you bit and drooled into his chest, making a mess of the hair you had so neatly finger combed earlier that morning. He kept you on his lap once you were both done, reaching onto the nightstand for the water bottle you had left on his nightstand and encouraging you to drink.

A scarred hand smoothed down his frazzled chest hair once you were both adequately hydrated, letting out a disapproving tut. "Look at the mess ye made, love. Ma gorgeous wife had me all groomed and ready, and ye fuffed it up. How about ye fix that, hmm?" He teased, knowing just how much you loved getting his hair in order. Be that his mohawk, now musch longer than it was in his service days, or the hair adorning every inch of his powerful body.

Your fingers worked with expert care, straightening out the tangles you had made, arranging the hair of his chest to point inward and downwards towards his stomach. You smoothed out what you could of his comfort-softened tummy, but his grip on your waist wouldn't let you go far enough to reach below his navel.

"Much better, love. Ah'm lucky to have such a caring wife, no?"

[konigsblog]

GANGBANG

141 x afab!fem!reader

warnings: female anatomy, feminine titles, gangbang obviously :)), double penetration, blowjob/face fucking, handjob, cunnilingus, degrading, praising, overstimulation, felching.

synopsis: the 141 finally have their way with their teasing, disobedient recruit.

note: finally! it's the 31st of october, halloween ! i had a lot of fun writing for kinktober this year (though some days were late..) i hope you guys enjoy :)

character count: 6.5k

general masterlist. kinktober masterlist. (day 31)

When you first joined the 141, this wasn't what you expected. You didn't expect to be laid down against Price's bed with your thighs spread wide open, Gaz's head between your soft thighs, sucking at your clit and slowly dragging his warm, wet tongue over your slit. Your eyes shut tightly, grinding against his mouth when he slowly lapped over your cunny.

“A filthy thing'...” Price cursed under his breath. He held his thick and hard cock in his calloused hands, stroking himself slowly at the sight of you getting your sweet, delicious pussy eaten by Kyle. He took a step closer, leaning over you, before his hand grasped your hair tightly and unexpectedly, forcing his meaty cock into your mouth.

“Aye, dirty whore, ain't she, L.t?” Johnny called, a smirk evident on his face in the corner of your eye, rubbing and fisting his lengthy cock while Simon stroked his dick as well. They both grunted at the sight; your eyes obediently looking up into John's, sucking his cock with your lips wrapped tightly around his girth. Kyle's tongue sliding between your folds, a starved man lapping over your pussy desperately.

He swallowed every drop of slick your pussy seeped. Kyle pushed you onto your side, lifting your leg and pulling it over his shoulder, slowly easing inside your swollen hole. Your eyes watered when he pushed inside and you moaned around Price's cock, which caused John's hand to tighten on the fistful of hair he held and thrust into your mouth.

John threw his head back, watching you suck him off, almost swallowing his thick and hard cock like the greedy slut you were. You bopped your head, sucking down onto his dick and pushing your lips down to the base. You felt his uncut tip smack against the back of your throat, your pussy still ruined and brutalised by Gaz's desperate fucking.

Gaz watched your pussy throb and pulse around him. He rubbed your clit, leaning back to watch his stiff shaft drive into your pussy repetitively, listening to the whiney sounds of your euphoria. “Oi, give us a turn...” Simon called out. Beside him was Johnny, who was now breathless at the sight, his fantasies coming true infront of his eyes.

You felt the bed dip behind you, Simon's burly, brute body pressed against yours. His bare and muscular chest rubbing against your naked back. He pushed the hair from your face, watching you suck John off sloppily. You didn't break eye contact. Simon teased the head of his veiny girth against your asshole, pushing inside and gripping your hips tightly, panting and grunting lowly at the sensation of your tight hole.

You whimpered out, muffled and stifled due to the girthy size of John's cock stuffed down your throat. Simon pushed further inside, too focused on your pretty hole gradually beginning to take every inch he offered. When Simon bottomed out inside your asshole, he groaned beside your ear, his eyes shut tightly as he wrapped his muscular arm underneath your body, toying with your nipples, hard and hot in his hands.

Johnny pushed John aside, watching as he scrunched his face up and erratically shove his heavy dick down your throat, cumming with a guttural and hoarse groan, painting your tongue white. Soap was left needy, desperate for his cock to be somewhere inside your body. When you tightened your swollen lips around his shaft, he grunted lowly, his breath hitching in his throat.

Your body was knocked in all directions due to greedy Gaz slamming and pounding into your cunt, panting and kissing your ankle while his heavy, hot balls smacked against your ass for the millionth time. Gaz used your slick pussy, bucking into you while a moan as he spurted ropes of wet and thick seed into your pussy.

Johnny's eyes watered at the wetness of your drool around his wet, lengthy dick. Tight balls snacking against your chin, leaving your gagging and moaning around him, taking it all without a struggle. “Oh, yer a fuckin' toy, ain't'cha? God-- had me fuckin' dyin' withou' this, bonnie.” he panted, his veiny shaft rubbing against your tongue, before the head of his dick began leaking into your throat.

Simon's grunts grew louder while Price watched with his hard dick in his hands, stroking it slowly. Simon's full balls knocked against your ass while he muttered humilating words into your ear, his eyes wide open and his grip on your jaw almost painful. You kept your face facing Johnny's hips, yet whining and mewling at the tightness of Simon's grip. “Dirty whore, huh?! C'mon, takin' it all, bet you've been preparin' for this fat cock, hm?”

Simon's voice made you whine, feeling Gaz slowly ease out from your sore hole, Johnny cumming with a groan, slamming against your face. Your poor, poor mouth all ruined and full of potent cum. Ghost continued fucking into your hole, while Price moved to your pussy and began sucking at your sensitive, used clit while Simon fucked into your asshole.

You cried out, moaning his name hoarsely due to your strained throat. Simon's large, rough hand gripped your throat, forcing you to look towards him, sloppily making out with you. Tongues lapping against eachother while John placed himself between your soft thighs, sucking at your pussy and dragging his tongue over your folds while Ghost ran his tongue over your bottom lip –God, Simon could practically taste the bitterness of their cum on your lips.

Simon thrusted into you messily, his head buried in the crook of your neck, chanting degrading words into your ear while John lapped at your pussy. The texture of his wet tongue and Simon's brutal pace had you creaming all down his tongue, your slick running back to your asshole, used as lube. Price ate Gaz's cum from your pussy, the salty and sweet taste against his tongue mixed with your sweet nectar driving him insane.

With beard burn on your thighs, Price stepped away, giving the others an opportunity. While Simon continued fucking your hole, Johnny pushed your thighs open, spreading them while Gaz sat on the bed, practically sitting on your face as he pushed his fat dick down your used and raw throat. Soap's tongue licked your cunt, occasionally dragging against Simon's moving cock rutting into your hole, earning him a hair pull and a slap.

Though, Soap continued. His tongue moving in all directions, using at your full asshole and wet pussy. Your throbbed against his tongue, your cunt drooling onto his pink tongue, before Ghost fucked into your ass one last time, coming with a deep and low groan. “Dirty fuckin' baby, all these holes bein' used. Bet ye' like tha'...” he chuckled, noticing the outline of Kyle's dick fucked down your throat.

Johnny rubbed his meaty, fat girth against your cunt, before pushing inside, sucking hickeys onto the bulge in your throat. He placed them on your skin, marking you up while John turned you to the side, fucking into your asshole. Both men at both sides of your body, laying on your side with John and Johnny fucking into your holes greedily. The room stinking of sex and sweat. You felt Gaz's dick move from your throat, replacing with his balls and getting you to suck on them while stroking Ghost's dick.

“Good job, Private. Didn't take ya for a slut, but a very good one, huh? Ya just like to be used by your superiors, knowin' we can do whatever to this pretty body.” Price sucked the other side of your hickey, his large hand coming to grope your breasts. Both thick shafts were thrusted into your holes, at different rhythms so they were both knocking you forward with each of their hard thrusts.

Johnny sucked hickeys onto your neck, the sounds of Gaz's groans only getting louder, his balls laying against your tongue as you dragged your wet tongue over it. Licking his musky balls. Simon's heavy cock laid in your hands, your soft fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking him while huffing at the citrus essence of Kyle. “Keep strokin' that dick, love.” Simon praised, watching you take all cocks so well.

Price's lips moved down to your chest, sucking at your hard nipples while you moan out. He tightened his lips around your sensitive nubs, sucking on them, the fluff of his beard grazing and scratching against your soft skin. You feel a tear roll down your cheek, spared no mercy and ruined. “Won't ya just listen, dollface? Squirmin' so damn much...” His large hand came to slap your tit while you sucked Kyle's full balls and stroked your Lieutenant's fat shaft.

Johnny bucked into you ruthlessly while Price grinded against you, shooting his load into your already filled asshole while Soap continued rutting hornily. Hairy balls smacking against your ass before draining into your tight walls, pulling and groaning deeply.

You were in for a treat, feeling Gaz pull away and spurt his cum into your mouth, landing on your tongue and face, covering your pretty cheek in the milky fluids. Simon followed not longer after. Pulling your hand from his girth and spurting thick and hot semen into your mouth, filling it before shooting the last strings onto your tits. Ghost's large hands manoeuvred your body so that you were resting chest to chest with Simon, your head dangle off of the edge of the bed. Simon slid into your asshole, while Kyle came from behind and gripped your soft hips tightly. Both John and Johnny circled your lips, mocking and teasing your worried face.

Soft lips parted allowing Price to squeeze a few inches inside, Johnny doing the same. You sucked on both their tips, moaning out and crying when they both fought for more room, before taking turns deep throating you. You felt your body weaken when Simon and Kyle fucked your asshole, at the same time. They were sloppy, messy and frantic to fuck your asshole. Ghost could feel your heartbeat against his burly chest, teasing you for feeling so dumb when they fucked their cock into you.

Gaz's fingers slid understand your body, rubbing your clit whilst thrusting against your asshole sloppily, his head thrown back while Ghost degraded you for being a greedy fucktoy. “What 're we gonna do with you? Just so dirty, so unclean and selfish, tryin' to take us all.” Both Simon and Kyle fucked into you with the same pace, their dicks rubbing against each other. Your gummy walls wrapped around their dicks, your eyes watering and your face tearstained, taking a deep breath before Soap began using your mouth.

They used you like a toy, for their own satisfaction. Johnny watched and cocked his head to the side, laughing at your desperation to please them and cum, all so exhausted when he knocks his broad hips against you. Gaz pulled out with a gasp, shooting ropes up your back while Ghost continued rutting deep into you, your sobs loud yet muffled when Soap spurted his seed all over your face, in your hair.

Your cheek against Simon's face, taking the last seed as he bucked into your asshole, spreading your cheeks apart while kissing your cheek softly and tenderly. “Oh, you're such a good girl, yeah? Y'like takin' big cock?” he laughs, ploughing into you before shooting a load into your hole, leaving you brutalised and raw.

Don't worry, they took great care of you afterwards. A warm bath and a nice sloppy make out session, before sharing beers together while you dozed off against Johnny's chest.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Congratulations on hitting over 5k followers, you deserve them all and so much more! I got so excited when I realised you're taking requests for short drabbles so I was thinking along the lines of a meet the parents sort of situation with Captain MacTavish. Maybe they're both on the same team or whatever and are now engaged but Soap still hasn't had the time to officially introduce her to the family so he does so when they're both on leave and she's just the complete opposite to him but they just fit (like a puzzle piece) and the family notices and absolutely adores it. Bonus Points if Soap is just completely whipped (cause he totally would be)

—I Can See It In Your Eyes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [It's finally time to meet the family.] ❞

Blue eyes watch silently as you speak to his father, an easy and honest smile on your lips. John blinks at the ring on your finger as you move your hand in a display of the story you were telling—the OP in Brazil, John thinks he overheard minutes earlier—a matching band to his that had been there only a single month now. You both only ever wore them on leave, otherwise, they were stuck to the chain of your dog tags; hidden away until they could be brought back to life once more. 

Truthfully, this had been a long time coming. 

“She’s lively,” his mother comments, and John hums, bringing the beer in his hand up to his lips for a tiny sip from where he rests against the far wall. “Your father likes her, no doubt. Never seen him smile that much at any of the ones from the younger years.”

“Those weren’t serious,” John scoffs, scar over his eye pulling as he spares his Mum a glance through a smirk. “If they were, it’d be different, eh?”

“No,” the woman grabs at his ear, pulling it as he flinches and hides a snap of his teeth at her. “A mother can tell. They weren’t good for you—didn’t make you watch ‘em like that, least.”

A reddish sheen comes to the Scot’s cheeks, avoiding the digging smugness of his matriarch as he shifts his legs.

“Stop doin’ that, Woman,” John grumbles. 

“You’re doin’ it to yourself, ya little devil.” Growling, the mighty Captain out in the field is brought low easily by his mum’s own intelligence—but it wasn’t a secret. Everyone in the family could see how he looked at you, how when you spoke, his head snapped over to hear the sound of your voice like it was a call from sea and he a vessel lost to the curtain of mist. 

Even now, amid a conversation, those blue eyes couldn’t help but move back as you and his aging father bent over in laughter—a small flicker on John’s lips that usually held a cold smirk or nothing at all. 

His mum hums to him, watching you.

“I like ‘er.” 

“Good, else this might have been awkward.” He pushes out casually, one arm going to cross his chest to rest on his shirt collar. “There’s always eloping, aye?” 

Before his mother can grab at his ear again, you call out, and, like the dog he is, John’s head swivels and his expression settles down easily. 

“John, come and tell your part from Brazil! I only have my half, and I always forget the piece from—”

“From the time I catch the HVT on to the time the spider bit my fuckin’ arse, yeah, Bonnie, I know.” He smirks, waltzing over to the chair you sit in, and firmly moves you over with a grab at your arm. You hum in confusion, but it’s not long before John takes your seat and drags you atop his lap. Blinking quickly, you humph and look down at him with a raised brow. 

“We’re at your parents’, John,” your face is heated, voice hushed as you slap at his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Holdin’ my future wife, Dearie, isn’t it obvious?” The man’s lips twitch. “Ah, it’s fine. Settle back and let me speak now, eh?” 

You fake glare, rolling your eyes, but your legs shift nonetheless to a more comfortable position as John’s mum and dad share a soft look with one another. They really couldn’t have asked for a better match—you evened out his hard slyness, the wrinkles on his forehead, and the age that lies under John’s beard. And in turn, you seemed to beam and be about as easy a person to get along with as any. 

Even from the rare letters that the two would get, they had known you were something special because you’d been mentioned in the first place. John rarely told of his work, even less so about people. 

As John gets on with his side of the humorous and mostly dumbed-down tale of one of your shared operations together, they see you watch him; take in every word. The smile that peels your lips as you shake your head and say, ‘I never tripped, MacTavish, get that out of your head. You made that up—he made that up.’

“I didn’t,” John huffs, glaring at you. “You went down and got covered head t’ foot in mud, then I told you to get your arse in gear and ya cursed at me like a sailor.”

“Bullshit,” you raise your brows, pointing into his face. “You’re losing it!”

“Oh, we’ve been past that bend a long time ago, Bonnie, c’mon now.” 

The parents watch on, smiling.

[frogchiro]

Omg Cocky younger graves with hacker girl and captain Mactavish and like graves is being humiliated and forced to watch and he is just so pathetic and 😳😳😳

After John caught Philip peeping at you, the captain decided that enough is enough and punishment must be issued! He will not allow such things to happen on his watch; some dumb, young pervert perving on pretty girls and thinking they'll get away with it >:(

And so, Captain MacTavish will have Graves sitting like a good lad, hands tied above his head as he's squirming and whining about this all not being fair, that the captain is a cruel, nasty asshole who won't let him have his fun but the larger male isn;t listening at all, after all he's busy sucking on the soft, full tits of the pretty hackergirl Graves was perving on while fingering her sweet cunt as she whines in both pleasure and embarrassment :((

You can whine all you want, John is not letting you go until Philip learns his lesson! Don't you want him punished too? He was so so awful to you, wasn't he? Always wolf whistling at you, always catcalling you, trying to sneak a grope to your soft curves and borderline dry humping you when you were assigned to train together, so now he will get to watch all he wants but can't touch!

Poor poor Philip has to endure watching the huge, burly captain roughly fuck your swollen cunt, the larger male's strong hips almost bruising yours with the strength behind his thrusts as if he's trying to get as deep inside you as it can go and judging by your moans and squeals of pleasure he's doing just that :(( Philip even tries to lean in and watch the captain's cock disappear inside you, a creamy white ring already forming on his base as he continues to hump you; short but strong thrusts ensuring his fat, swollen tip is fucking against all the sweetest spots inside you and that his potent cum will go as deep as possible :((

With Philip whining and his poor cock leaking and with you on your back taking it like the good girl you are, John actually wonders if he should call in the other captain, Price and Lieutenant Riley to have their way with you too to show the cocky little shit how real, grown and experienced men fuck <3

[charliemwrites]

Ok so this idea is just on hold for the moment because it needs to stew a bit more but, here’s a Thought™️

(Once again based on a dream I had, this is getting out of hand, im mildly embarrassed)

A Hades/Persephone au - darkest version (ok maybe not darkest but you get my meaning)

Idk if I would want it to be an actual reincarnation deal or just the overall theme of the fic. I’m leaning towards the former tbh. But anyway-

Laswell’s niece, a pretty and bright young thing that’s “interning” with her aunt between semesters because she’s considering going into government work once she’s got her masters.

On breaks, she likes to go to the kennels to see the dogs, plays with them, runs them, is generally beloved by the pups.

Enter Captain John MacTavish, fresh off a tough mission, who sees a civilian laughing and surrounded by hounds. He feels an instant, maddening, irrevocable connection.

That’s his wife. That has always been his wife; that always will be his wife.

[scarletrosesstuff]

Younger Woman

John Price x Younger!Fem!Reader

Summary: Soap was casually scrolling through Instagram and saw a video posted with someone he thought he recognised. .

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 18+), swearing, fluff & tattooed Price.

No one knew anything about Price's private life. He never spoke of anything outside of work. They all questioned him, about his life, his sex life and his family life. But he never gave anything away.

He didn't see the point, you were his. He wanted his work life and private life separate. He loved you and wanted to keep you safe from anything to do with his other life.

The only two people who knew about you were Laswell and Nik. He trusted them the most, but also you were his emergency contact in case anything were to happen to him.

They both were a little sceptical with you at the start seeing how much younger you were compared to Price. They worried you were only in the relationship for money and military benefits. But that wasn't the case, they saw how you looked at each other with so much love and care they quickly forgot about their initial thoughts.

They promised Price they'd never mention you in front of anyone, not even his own squad. He felt bad for not sharing but he just wasn't ready for that part of his life to be so open.

But what Price didn't think would happen, happened.

Before you even met Price you had an influencer lifestyle, you made videos of yourself baking, and general lifestyle content. John didn't see an issue with it, he was impressed you had a successful career at such a young age.

The only thing John wouldn't allow was his face to be on camera. You promised you wouldn't but checked it was okay you could film without his face which he agreed. And it had worked until a video you posted while he was away on a mission.

He saw the notification and smiled. He opened it up to see that it was a compilation of your holiday in Italy. It was mostly of you that he filmed or you had filmed but the clip caught his attention. He didn't worry, he smiled seeing you lay on his chest in the sun. You looked so happy and relaxed as you placed a soft kiss against his chest.

He felt a boost of pride that it was only him who made you feel like that. He casually went to the comments seeing people complementing you and him being such a cute couple. But then saw a familiar name comment on the video.

It was Soap tagging Gaz and Ghost in the comments with a caption saying. 'That tattoo looks a lot like Prices.' Price froze as he watched the video again seeing the videos of him without his face but his tattoos on full show. He started to panic, he knew it wasn't your fault but he knew you should have been more careful.

John started to think of ways to hide it when he heard a knock on his office door. "Yeah!" He shouted as Soap let himself in with a smirk. "What is it you want?"

"Not much just wanted to check in."

"Really?" John said frowning. He folded his arms up against his chest. "Why is that?"

"Not much… How was your break?" Soap asked casually seeing opposite Price. He crossed his legs up against the desk.

"Fine." He grunted out.

"Go anywhere nice, you looked like you caught a tan?"

"As i matter of fact I did."

"Italy by chance?" Soap asked smirking as Price sighed pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself.

"Yep." He gave him a one-word answer.

"It looked nice. She's quite young."

"What?"

"The lass in the video is a bit young for you."

"It's none of your business." He smirked liking the fact that he had you in his life. He felt so young around you.

"You dirty dog!" Soap laughed seeing the smirk on John's face. "How long have you been keeping this private?"

"About a year."

"I have so many questions. First of all, how did you meet her?"

"She moved in next to me, and I helped her move in."

"Nice. And also when can we meet this girl?"

"Never."

"What?! Why?!" Soap felt a little offended.

"I don't want you scaring her away."

"If anyone is to scare her away it would be Ghost, not me."

"Well, we'll never find out because you'll never meet her." Just as he said that the phone rang. Your face lit up his screen. Soap quickly took it away from him and answered the phone.

"Hello Lass." He shouted down the finally.

"Erm… Hi, is John there?" You asked confused with the voice who answered.

"I'll it on pass to lover boy." Price snatched the phone out of his hand and pointed towards his door. "Fuck off." Soap put his hands up in defence.

"Alright am going. But am being serious Price, Good on ya for getting that lass." He said before leaving. Price softly smiled when he heard your voice speak to him.

"Hi love, sorry about that."

[da1systhings]

Me after casually reading 10 pages of smut at 8:30am