#johnny mctavish x you

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(All readers are gender-neutral unless stated otherwise!)

☆ - hurt/comfort ♡ - fluff ☾ - angst

Call of Duty

John Price: -he tries asking you out but it turns out to be a struggle || part 2 ♡

Simon Riley: -coming home to him after being mistaken for kia ☆

Kyle Garrick: -he's drunk and confessing his love to you, but you're not taking any of his shit ☆

Johnny McTavish: -best friend! johnny asks you to move in with him. ♡

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Just a Taste | Johnny "Soap" McTavish x Reader

Follow up to Boyfriend!Soap drabble. Summary: You've given Johnny permission to fuck you while you sleep. He needs a little encouragement. Warnings: Somnophilia, consensual somno, pussy eating, dirty talk, PiV (unprotected, wrap it up folks). Wordcount: 1.8k [AO3]

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Johnny can’t sleep.

Ever since you told him he could fuck you while you slept, it’s been on his mind every time the two of you go to bed. But every time he tries to muster the courage to do it, he chickens out. It’s like an itch at the back of his brain, taunting him mercilessly.

He rolls over, looking at you as you sleep with your back to him, stark naked with the covers loosely draped around your middle. He watches you for a few minutes, trying to ignore the way his dick twitches when you let out a soft whine in your sleep as you stretch.

“Depraved cunt,” Soap groans, reprimanding himself as he wraps his thick fingers around his shaft.

He lets out a pained moan as he pumps his length at a leisurely pace. His fingers are coated in precome already and he blushes at the realisation of how keyed up he is.

“You’re a fuckin’ siren, temptin’ me with that kinky little idea,” he breathes into the space between you as he picks up the pace, breath coming in ragged bursts as he tries not to jostle the bed too hard.

“Just wanna stuff my cock in yer slick little hole,” he groans a little louder this time as he feels his stomach flutter with his impending release.

He’s about to whisper more filth when you move suddenly.

Soap watches in awe as you roll onto your back, tits jiggling in the moonlight that spills in from the window. He tries to stop the inevitable, gripping the base of his cock as a sweet, soft sigh slips from your lips.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he rolls onto his back, exploding over his abdomen as he comes hard. His balls tighten as hot ropes of come splatter across his skin, his chest heaving as he sees stars. He huffs despondently as he feels his come cooling uncomfortably on his belly as you let out a soft snore.

He laughs to himself as he tries to muster the energy to get up and clean himself off.

“Temptress,” he growls under his breath as you sleep seemingly oblivious next to him.

~*~

You sigh as you hear the faucet running in your en-suite. You were certain Soap would do it this time. Ever since you told him he could fuck you while you slept you’ve been desperate for him to just do it already.

But there’s something painfully sweet at the way Soap is struggling to take the plunge and just use you. Last night you slept in just a pretty pair of pink cotton panties. He’d gotten as far as grinding against your ass before ducking out to wank in the bathroom.

Tonight, you thought sleeping nude would have tipped him over the edge. If anything, he seemed even more hesitant to touch you. You need to get creative.

~*~

Every day since, you’d put on a show for him. When you came home you had stripped bare, before putting on one of his old ratty t shirts and nothing else. Every other movement meant Soap had a front row seat to your ass, or your bare pussy, or sometimes a combination of both.

The worst part: You wouldn’t let him touch you.

Tonight, you had been sprawled out on the sofa, legs spread as you had your head in his lap as you watched TV. He’d tried to subtly cop a feel, his dick achingly hard as he trailed his fingertips up the inside of your thigh.

“Not feeling it babe,” you had whined, batting his hand away just as he reached the apex of your thighs.

“Hen, come on,” he had groaned, looking down at you with a pained look on his face. He had felt the damp evidence of your arousal, you made sure of it before batting his hand away.

“Going to go to bed,” you had yawned dramatically before sauntering off to bed, making sure to raise your arms up in an exaggerated stretch, baring your ass to him before disappearing into the bedroom.

Now, Soap is curled around you, dick pressed against the valley of your ass as you rock backwards on it, seemingly fast asleep. You’re still in his t-shirt, and he knows he won’t be able to hold back tonight. He can smell himself on you as he buries his nose just behind your ear.

“Hen?”

You grunt noncommittally as you feign sleep, wriggling away from him a little before turning on your front, purposefully riding your shirt up to expose your ass and lower back.

You hear him exhale heavily behind you and you panic, worried he’s about to give up and either wank alone or just go to sleep. You make a split-second decision and hitch one of your knees up, gasping sleepily as you feel cool air hit your cunt.

“Fuck it,” you hear him growl and you have to stop yourself from reacting as you feel the mattress dip behind you as he repositions, “Goin’ to hell for his.”

You feel him gently, gingerly, drag his calloused fingertips along your skin. They catch and drag over the backs of your heels, scraping up and over the meat of your calves. You can’t help but shudder as they weave over the tender skin on the back of your knees.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this, can’t help myself,” Johnny groans low as you feel his broad palms press into the backs of your thighs, spreading them out to expose your dripping cunt to him. You bite your lip, desperate to keep up the act of being sound asleep as his thumbs push your pillowy cheeks apart.

“Look at that bonnie little cunt,” he whispers, and you clench, unable to stop yourself reacting to his slurred praise, “Just a taste, that’s all I need.”

You tremble in anticipation as you feel his broad form settle between your spread legs, hot breath fanning against your thighs as he inches his mouth closer to your dripping folds.

Johnny’s tongue swirls around your entrance; the blunt tip teasing and cruel in the way he presses hard enough to make you clench, but not deep enough to breach your hole.

“Like fuckin’ honey,” Johnny groans as he continues to tease you, lapping up your slick as he settles further into the apex of your thighs, “Still asleep hen?”

You bite your lip as you shudder, trying to stay as still as you can as you feel him kiss your folds gently. His soft lips and tender tongue devour your slick cunt as he takes a heady inhale of your cunt.

“Wonder if I can make you come like this lass? Yeah, I bet I can.”

You try not to squirm as you feel his tongue flick over your clit. It’s probing, teasing, torture as he sucks it between his lips. The wet push and pull of his mouth on your sensitive bud is almost too much as you let a soft moan slip from your lips as you try and muffle it in the pillow beneath you.

“Yeah, you like that?” Johnny mumbles against your cunt as he brings two fingers up to your core, “Dirty lass,” he huffs as he pushes them deep inside you. You whimper as you feel the spill of arousal flood through you. You can’t hold back with the way Johnny is pumping his thick fingers inside you, suckling at your clit, and groaning deep as he ruts into the mattress below him.

“There you go, good lass,” he growls as he rakes his teeth over your swollen clit, pushing you over the edge, “Come for me hen.”

And you do.

Your whole body quakes with ripples of pleasure as you clamp down on Johnny’s fingers. Your teeth sink into the pillowcase as you stifle the scream that bubbles in your throat.

“Such a nasty girl,” Johnny groans as he eases his fingers out, “Be a shame not to fuck your desperate little cunt right now.”

You try not to squeal in anticipation at his admission. You’re so ready for this, so desperate for him to use you.

“Johnny,” you sigh, trying to sound sleepy as you squirm beneath him, and you feel him freeze behind you. You smirk to yourself as you wriggle beneath him, your knees pulling up under you as you bare yourself to him, silently begging him to fuck you.

“Sure you’re not awake lass?” He chuckles, already lining his weeping tip against your core. You feel the way his tip stretches you out instantly and you’re gushing for it. You offer him a soft “hmpf” in response that only compels Soap to press his thick cock deep inside you. You cry out at the stretch and there’s no concealing the fact you’re awake any longer.

“There she is,” Johnny growls as he slides his hands over your ass cheeks, landing on your hips as he pulls you back onto his thick length, “Knew you weren’t asleep.”

“Johnny,” you whine as he spears you from behind as he snaps his hips forward, “Jus’ wanted you to have fun, use me.”

“I know hen,” he rasps through gritted teeth, “Fucking idiot I am, next time I’ll fuck you stupid, wake you up as I split you on my cock.”

“Fuck yes,” you whine as he fucks down into you hard and fast, punching the air from your lungs as you look over your shoulder.

“Gonna come in this tight little cunt lass,” Johnny wheezes as you feel his brutal pace stutter as he reaches his climax.

“Fuck me Johnny, fuck me!” You scream as your orgasm hits you like a truck. You cry out as you come hard around his cock, clenching hard as you fall limp into the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck!” Johnny exhales with a low grunt as he empties his balls, coating your insides as he continues to rut into your sopping cunt as he fills you with his spend.

Your cunt clamps down on him as you milk him dry and it seems like a lifetime before both of your trembling, overstimulated bodies still.

“Fuckin’ bewitched me lass, that was somethin’ else,” Johnny wheezes as he falls forward, lips pressed against the back of your neck as he slides his softening cock out of you.

“Glad you liked it,” you huff as you feel his weight bear down on you as you fall forward, letting his broad form press you down into the mattress.

“Fuckin’ loved it,” he says with a huff as he nips at the column of your neck.

You lie there for some time, sleep pulling at your eyelids as you try and fight off the allure of sexually sated contentment.

“C’mon Johnny, let’s get showered and head to bed,” you say wearily as you let his large form smother you from behind.

“Aye, lass,” he breathes against your cooling skin, “After you.”

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[dmitriene]

there's the thing that johnny wouldn't trade for anything else, and the thing is being next to you — wherever he is and no matter how far away, there is always a glimpse of you and your warmth in the edges of his thoughts, the vivid images that call him from the farthest corners of the planet, beckoning him back.

one step of his heavy army boots against the floor of the helo is enough for him to fidget in place for the rest of the way like a restless puppy, his azure eyes sparking with bright flashes even in the dark, foot nervously taps an indistinct rhythm on the floor, attracting the attention of his comrades.

and when they dare to ask through loud barks what makes him behave so unusually, he is not ashamed to say that he is in a hurry to return home — to his bonnie lass, to you.

you make him have a home, a place to which he hastens to return as to a temple — just as the helo land on the base, johnny scoots like a eager mutt, disappearing into the walls of the building to immediately wash off all the grime from his aching body and pick up a pre-assembled bag from his room.

the only thing he spends his time doing is cleaning himself up, he won't let himself cross the threshold of the house with fresh blood still on his hands and dirt on his body, even if he knows you don't mind, because you'll wash it and kiss it off him — johnny won't dare to stain you, nor your shared sanctuary.

and when johnny does return, he drops his bag near the entrance and quietly unties his boots up on the threshold of the house, moving further inside with a slow, quiet steps, taking in the air with a wide chest and looking around the dimly lit by the morning sun living room.

by the time he reaches the half open bedroom door, his body and mind feels fuzzy, wide palm absorbs the doorknob to push the door open fully, and johnny stills, because here you are.

with your softly illuminated body half covered by the blanket, with your lovely eyes opened groggily to greet him back with warmth, and love, wide open arms — in which johnny drowns.

fully and irrevocably, drowning in feather light and warm kisses, the most gentle touches of your hands that wrap around his body with trepidation — and he responds with the same boundless love, the same kisses and warmth, where together you form a cocoon, a safe harbor that contain just two of you.

and johnny will come to you everytime, to you, his mo chridhe.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N : (How is he not noticed that I’m mad at him? We haven’t talked in 20 minutes. What is he even thinking about?) 😒

Soap, blinking dumbly : (I could take a bear in a fight. Not like a grizzly bear, but like a black bear. Jump on his back, put in a headlock.) 🙂

[lingering-42-long]

Rehabilitation

Johnny “Soap” McTavish x fem! reader

There’s a really big theory out there that he survived the head shot of course, with that being said, it doesn’t mean that he is clear out of the gutter. He’s got a lot of rehabilitation to get through.

Warnings: mentioning of head injury, hospitals, depression

The picture shown is not by me! I do not take any claim for the artwork.

It was bad enough that Johnny woke up from his three month coma only to realize that he could no longer walk or hold anything or even remember how to read or write. His memory was also shot as well. He remembered important things, but the smaller more intricate details were out of his mind. He remembered his wife, and he remembered his young son, but how his son got into the world, and when he married his wife and what their wedding looked like was a different story. He remembered none of that.

It was hard for (Y/n) as well. Watching her husband struggle with some of the most easy and mundane tasks he had to learn how to read, and how to write, again. He had to learn how to hold items in his hand. He had to learn how to walk all over. There were days were great progress was made, and everybody celebrated. And there were other days where it felt like his own mind was trying to poison him, and the lack of practice went not, as smooth as it could have been. The task force of one for one often visited him. Because of his injuries to the head, he was honorably, discharged but that didn’t mean that the team didn’t care for him. They visited often when they could, and they made sure to send their regards whenever they were near.

(Y/n) refused to cry in front of him. She didn’t need him guess or to believe that she thought of him as a burden. She did everything she could to make his life easy. From fixing meals and helping him move around the house to changing his diaper in case he couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time. This was what it meant to be a disabled veterans wife. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t fun but it was her husband and she knew what he needed the best and she was willing to do whatever she had two to make sure that he felt safe and comforting in their home. But Johnny was no stupid idiot. Even with half of his brain blown, he knew that his wife was suffering. He would pretend to be asleep only to hear her sniffle and shake from her crying at night. He would sit at the couch, but he would notice the sad face of his beloved, as she did all of the household chores. They used to share the chores together they used to bond over having fun.

Johnny felt like a burden he couldn’t do things with his son like he used to. His son was growing up right before his eyes, and he felt like he couldn’t progress fast enough. There were the few and occasional days where he pushed himself too far and hurt himself, which obviously made (Y/n) even more upset all he wanted to do was to make sure that she didn’t see him as a burden. Time and time again, she always reminded him that he never was nor Ever will be.

His family and her family often worked alongside both of them. They also had several organizations that were dedicated to helping families of disabled veterans, as well as wounded soldiers that were struck out in combat. It helped a lot. The money was definitely a blessing, and things were finally becoming more and more on track. Unfortunately (y/n) had to take up a job now that her husband was out of work, which wasn’t good because she didn’t get to see her son that much anymore.

Today was going to be a good day though. Simon had decided to stop by at the hospital while Johnny was going through his rehabilitation treatment. It was a walking exercise, which meant that Johnny had to practice walking and strengthening, his legs little by little. Every step was an accomplishment. “Wanna race LT?” Johnny teased as he had his hands on the bars and was trying to stand up as long as he could. “ Johnny I think you would beat me at this.” Simon chuckled as he watched his friend hobble forward. His son only three years old now, tottered after his dad, and fell on the floor. (Y/n) was about to get up and grab him, when Johnny, unexpected carefully, and very slowly lowered himself to the ground and carefully reached out to pick his son up. His arms were a lot stronger now and he was able to hold his child gently even if it was only for a few minutes. “There ya? Did ya get a scratch? No? Try’n to copy ya old farther?” He laughed. As he gave his son, a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Come up Lass let’s do this together.” Johnny’s son was the biggest supporter in his life.

Johnny always strive to do his absolute best for his son. He loved his precious boy more than anything in the world. When his son was first born, it wasn’t an easy pregnancy. Johnny was gone for the majority of the pregnancy at the end, and missed the birth. When he came home, he had heard about all the horrors that has gone into the whole birth. (Y/n) had internal bleeding, as well as their son, being wrapped around his own umbilical cord, and deciding to play dead for a good solid minute before waking up. He couldn’t even imagine the fear she must’ve felt. It broke his heart, knowing that she had gone through all of that without him there. He wanted to be there for it. He wanted to see his son being born. He wanted to be able to hold his son in the hospital praising his wife and promising her restful night while he would be on watch. But it wasn’t until three months after the birth did he finally get to return home. This memory was one of the few that revived after a few months of waking up from comatose.

Johnny slowly got up with a small bit of aid from a nearby nurse, who is watching him as he got back up and watching his own son clamber up on his own to stubby legs as he teetered back to his mama, who is watching all of this take place. Johnny began to finish, his exercises, ranging from the walking to the hand exercise, and the reading and writing. “At least Me and mo boy can read the baby books.” he chuckled lightly. That did bring a smile to (y/n)’s face.

After the session was over, Simon helped his brother in arms to the car while you buckled your son into his car seat. Johnny also sat in the backseat next to his son, as he, too, was also attempting to buckle his own seatbelt. Once everybody was in the car, Simon drove everybody back to the McTavish residence and helped Johnny out.

(Y/n) had gotten the groceries out of the car and their son, and was getting the door for everybody. Johnny watched as his wife was doing all of the hard work. The work that he normally would have done for her. He could see her struggle with the keys as she placed down the bags and settled with the handful of silver and gold trinkets. Once you finally found the right key, she inserted it into the slot and open the door to let everybody in.

Simon was staying for a few days with them before he would get back to his own residence to his own wife and daughter. It was best for a little company to be around as Johnny suffered with terrible migraines due to the brain injury. Night time had fallen, and your son was curled up in his daddy‘s lap, while his father was reading him a bedtime story. He was struggling a little bit, but at least he was making progress with the words and the pronunciation of them.

“ you all right?” Simon asked as you were putting up the dishes with him.

“ yeah I’ll manage. It’s just been really rough. I sometimes feel like I’m a single parent and it’s difficult but I don’t want him to know about that because he would crush his soul.” (Y/n) lowered her head slightly, feeling ashamed that she felt this way when she felt Simmons hand on her shoulder she looked up. “ he loves you and it’s a blessing that he made it out alive.” (Y/n) smiled and nodded as She finished putting up the last dish and getting her son ready for bed.

She and Johnny cuddled for the evening in their bedroom. He had managed to turn onto his side, and begin gently stroking her cheek. “ thank ye love fer puttin up with meh.”

“ you know I would do it 1000 times over” (y/n) smiled as she gave her husband a gentle kiss “ and I would love ya 1000 times over” he replied as he cuddled with his wife. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, and they would learn how to face each challenge day by day. They may never get to the point where they were back to normal, but they would get to a point where things will work out eventually. That’s all that he could ever ask for.

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Best Friend! Soap Hcs

------------------ Best friend!Soap who calls you up every other day if hes not in deployment just so you can gossip with him.

Best friend!Soap who doesn't go to his family first, but goes to you after he comes back home from deployment.

Best friend!Soap who practically lives with you when hes on leave.

Best friend!Soap who calls you beautiful, blue curses at you in the same sentence.

Best friend!Soap who you roughouse with because you know he wont go hard on you but still pose a challenge.

Best friend!Soap who you drag out to parties, clubs, malls, parks, even grocery shopping cause he will not stop asking to come with.

Best friend!Soap who GENUINELY whines when he has to go out on deployment because he wont be able to do stupid shit with you.

Best friend!Soap who cafries around a picture of you to the point people think hes got a missus back home or at least a crush

Best Friend!Soap who swears up and down that its completely platonic.

Best friend!Soap who tries to deny it to himself that he fell inlove with you.

Best friend!Soap who slowly starts to not be able to convince himself that he doesnt love you like that.

Best friend!Soap who confides in Price of all people and asks him for advice.

Best friend!Soap who finally confesses to you at an amusement park on his leave. On Valentines day.

'Cause I think I've fallen

"Hey... Uh... Jus' wanted tae ask... If ye wanted tae... well... be my valentine?" Johnny asked, a slight blush written all over his silly face.

In love this time

You paused, your breath hitching as a soft heat rose in your cheeks, wether it was the cold or his words were beyond you. You just, simply... nodded, at a complete loss for words. He pulled you into a kiss which made your brain melt and your face feel hotter. Surelythis was a dream, no?

I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine

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[crystlizabeth]

Coming home for Christmas ༉‧₊˚.

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish x BlackWife!reader

Summery: this wasn’t how you planned on spending your Christmas

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, major injuries, mentions of pregnancy, cursing not, proofread.

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

Tiss the season, the season of giving. But instead here you are in your car after another call the words of Johnnys captain saying he’s in the ICU, the shock never settled with you properly before you could get a decent work out.

“Is he gonna live..?” Was all you could choke out. Tears running down your dark features, the line was silent price quiet, “Price in my husband going to come out alive— please, please say something.” You cried your head falling to your steering wheel your hand griping your shirt.

“I don’t know…”

You soon arrived to the hospital, you saw the three men Simon being the first to stand up. His eyes offered you comfort his hand grabbing you before you could walk further his eyes shifting from your bump to your eyes quickly. “Simon is he still alive, please tell me he’s still alive.”

“Don’t just stand there and look at me god danmit! Is Johnny alright.” You cried you breath quickening.

Simon nodded his thumbs rubbing comfortably against your arms his eyes never leaving yours “the have him stable.. they don’t know if he’ll make it through the second surgery though… but the have to do the second surgery..”

You whinced “I need to see him,” you said pulling away from Simon who tried to protest but followed you to the counter.

Your voice shaky yet demanding as you spoke to the nurse. “Please I just need to see him, for fuck sake let me see my husband.” The nurse only protested said that it wasn’t the best time to see him for he was going to be transferred soon.

Enough begging got you to his room, dropping your purse as you talked over to Johnnys bed. He was a sickening white tubes everywhere, his eyes were closed the faint beeping of his heart rate. You almost broke down there your body going over to him, your hand touching his face lightly “oh baby what have the done to you..” you whispered your tears welding up in your dark eyes.

Your lips pressed against his cheek then his forehead, “please, please I still need you.” You spoke your lips hovering over his forehead, he was cold.

“You promised, you fucking promise..” you cried your body shaking slightly as you did.

“Don’t worry I’ll be home for Christmas okay lass..” his thick voice reassured you. You hummed sitting on your couch the light from the tree lighting up the living room the smell of sugar cookies filling your home.

“You promise?” You asked softly your hands tugging on your curls.

“I promise.” He said you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay.. if you don’t you wont hear the end of it from my mom.” You chuckled.

He laughed “Ye’ I know, she never let meh’ forget.” His voice was so alive yet you could tell he was putting on a brave face.

“Your gonna be okay right.?”

“I always am.” He spoke softly.

“I’m gonna be home for Christmas, just gotta finish this damned mission, so save a place for me.” You smiled at his words.

“There’s no other place I’d rather be..” he finished.

“I’ll see you when you get home— there’s something I need to show ya aswell.” You spoke a smile still lingering on your face.

“I cant wait to see, because you keep mentioning it but wont tell me.” He groaned

You laughed lightly “I love you Johnny…”

“I love you to, I love you a fuck ton.” He sighed a smile within his tone.

Instead of being home you sat in the waiting room of a hospital. The decor spread all around the hospital, lights, cut out snowflakes, for the most happiest time of the year why did it have to be so sad?

You couldn’t help but flinch the sharp pain that sat in your back finally getting to you. “You alright?” Simon asked.

You nodded “yeah body pain seemed to be worse since I’ve been pregnant.. just been a bit bumpy aswell.” You sighed, whipping your face. You had been waiting, waiting for them to tell you your husband was going to be okay and that he’d be awake. But hours it seemed like passed and you just sat there no sleep just your brain disassociating.

All you wanted was to be in your shared bed Johnny holding you, his warmth comforting you so tenderly. Johnny seeking the reassurance and comfort from you after a long mission. Your lip quivers at the thought of not returning home without him, having to go home knowing you’d never see him again. “I can’t lose him..”

The boys looked at you Johns hand squeezing your leg in reassurance, your head laid on Simon’s arm your hand in between your thighs. “He’ll make it love.” John spoke softly.

But what if he didn’t..

What if you were abandoned once more by a man In your life by death. You would be able to come back from it this time.

This ringing of your phone scared you as you sat up quickly, taking a minute before turning you phone over ��Mama’..

“Hello..” you answered.

“Hi baby— are you alright you sound like you’ve been crying?” She spoke her voice quickly filled with concern.

You nodded befor breaking down again “Johnnys in surgery… mama I don’t know if he gonna make it.” You sobbed a harsh cry leaving your throat, the feeling of Simon’s hand rubbing circles on you back.

“What? Baby what happen do you know? Oh baby im gonna come to you.” She spoke the sound of her moving around quickly grabbing her things, the sound of your siblings asking what’s wrong in the background.

“I don’t know it happend while he was working, Mama I don’t know what to do..” you continued to cry.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do if he doesn’t make it.”

“I’m coming baby, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he voice trying to reassure you. “Have faith baby he’s gonna make it the man isn’t gonna leave you.. he’s fighting.” She spoke.

“I know— I know,” you sniffed.

You needed her more than ever right now, yes you knew the boys but they weren’t your mom. When she got there her silk press short and tiled behind her ears, her arms reaching out to you taking you in them. Her soft words trying to calm you down but still let you cry in her arms.

She and the boys convinced you to go home after much protest, Simon promising that he would call you when he was out and awake.

It felt like forever, three day had passed. December 24th Simon called you his words quick, “he’s awake, he’s looking for you.” You didn’t hesitate to get in the car with your mom, her speeding yall over to the hospital.

You walked in quickly up to the front desk, “McTavish, John- im his wife.” You stuttered.

“(Name).” Simons voice caught your attention, him waving you over so you went. Following him up the elevator to the room, it felt as if everything was in slow motion.

Turning to his room there he was sitting up, his eyes quickly meeting yours. You threw yourself at him “oh god..” you cried your arms holding him tightly as he did you. Your lips touching the crown of his head first then your lips met with his, the kiss filled with so much security and comfort he was actually there. He wasn’t cold anymore he was so warm his lips soft te taste of salt resting on them from his and your tears. You could feel prices presents just incase Johnny fell back but he didn’t he held you so securely.

“I’m sorry, fuck I’m so sorry.” He cried his hand holding the back of your head.

You shook your head “I’m sorry I almost let ya lassie, I’m sorry your spending Christmas in the hospital.” He cried kissing your face.

“There’s no place I rather be than with you.” You spoke your lips meeting his again, pulling away you finally got a look at his face his big glossy eyes looking down at you. His blue eyes looking all over you face your melanin features stained form your tears his hand still connected to a tube and wire as he ran his thumb under your puffy eyes.

“Weeping becous of me? I’ve caused you all this grief..” he spoke tenderly.

“Just scared is was gonna lose ya.” You spoke leaning into his touch.

It took his to realize, when he looked down he had to double check. His eyes meeting your once more bright than they already were a fat smile displayed on his face as he wrapped his arms around you again. “So this is what your we’re gonna tell me eh?” He smiled him sitting down on the bed one time get more at level with your stomach and two because his body couldn’t take the standing anymore.

His large hands feeling your bump. He let his forehead touch your stomach, your hands holding the sides of his face as he just laid there.

“I promise I ain’t gonna leave ya..” he spoke.

“I know baby…”you whispered.

“We’ll get through this, and we’ll have to have our own little Christmas just you and me.” He said looking up at her.

Tis the season of giving, for Johnny got all he needed. He was gonna live to see another day he was going to be a dad. And he’d get to wake up next to you till he got gray and wrinkly that’s all Johnny could want for Christmas, you.

Here’s a little Christmas one shot! Hope you like it!!

[bellgraves]

I'm sorry for this, I'm still sick and I was all day in bed. Sorry for grammar mistakes, I wrote this on my phone in note app 😓🤦🏻‍♀️

Warning: mild mention of sex.

You're a Shadow and Graves wife. Also part 2 of my none name fic, because I forgot to name my own fic. Uhhh..😣🤧 Anyway there you go

Phillip Graves / Reader

Graves didn't like it what was going on. He was walking back and forth in his mansion. He didn't like that you had misterious phone calls and you disappeared in other rooms when you were talking. You become cold towards him. Didn't want to have sex with him since 2 weeks. That pissed him off the most. When you were home you loved to make love to each other. Now you were kinda.... avoiding him? His first thought was that you're working for someone else. Or you are doing some illegal things. The last thought it was that you're cheating on him. But that's impossible. You're too loyal for this. But are you? You never flirt with other soldiers and it doesn't matter if that was Shadows, Task Force or other team. You were professional. Always friendly, respectful but with boundaries. So what you're really up to? Graves has to know. Otherwise he will explode and just throw you into the bed and fuck you into oblivion until you spill all your secrets. He went upstairs looking for you.

Honey did you finish your shower? He entered the bathroom without knocking. You were not there. Graves looked in every room. You were not home. What the hell? Just 15 minutes ago you told him that you're going to take shower after gym. So where are you??

It was late at night. Graves was sitting in the living room with small light, waiting for you like a police detective. You finally get back home. You looked amazing. Wearing short, black dress with high heels. But at the same time you were little tipsy.

Oh baby, you're not sleeping? You asked with sweet smile.

Where have you been? You didn't told me you're going out. Graves got up and took few quick steps. He stood infront of you and examined you very carefuly.

Phillip... we need to talk. Please. You took his hand and pull him into the couch. You sit on his lap.

What is it? Why I have to worry about you? Graves had offended tone.

You took a deep breath.

Baby... Before you get upset listen to me.

Go on. Phillip situated you on his lap comfortable.

I went to a bar with a friend. She is a girl that I met during my last mission. We get along and I just wanted to go out. I just.... you stopped for a moment. You caressed with fingers Graves chest.

Phillip... Last mission.. and the one before.. It was too much for me. Too much violence, too much blood and death.

Graves slowly was caressing your back and listened to you carefuly.

I know that you're one of the best soldiers and commanders in the world. You thrive in war. You're in your element when you can have a gun fight and kick some asses. You smile to him softly.

But... it became too much for me. It's overwhelming. Last year was only war and missions for me. For us. I just wanted to go out and feel like a normal person. To forgot about evilness of this world. Just to drink and dance for fun. To feel that I'm a human... not a war machine. I'm sorry baby if I neglected you. You caress his cheek with the scar.

I need some time off the missions. I want to do more of my wife duties. Cook for you, take care of you. Making this house warmer with love.

Graves took your hand and kissed it.

Sweetie, you should've told me about this. You know you can tell me everything. I got you. You're my wife and if you feel bad or uncomfortable you need to tell me this. You know I would burn the world for you, just to make you happy and safe.

Phillip... you whined and kissed his lips.

He kissed you back, enjoying your closeness. He felt relieved that nothing bad is actually happening.

You broke the kiss.

Baby.. I need to tell you something more but please don't be mad.. You kissed his cheek

Honey, you know I can't be mad at you when you look so sexy. Phillip kissed your chin and went down to your neck.

Baby.. I lost my earring tonight. You showed him your ear.

You know.. this was from the sapphire set that you bought me from Italy...I'm so sorry.

You almost cried. You were still little drunk and felt overwhelmed.

I can buy you thousands of these sets. A thousands sapphire, diamond or emerald earrings you want. Graves laughs and kissed your lips.

I love you so much... You're truly the best husband I could've dream of... You kissed him again. But please tell me that you forgive me. I need to hear that.

Okay, okay. I forgive you. He laughs again.

Now... He stands up. You strangled his waist with your legs. He took you up.

I want to fuck my beautiful, sexy wife. Alright?

Graves took you to your shared bedroom and put you on the bed. He quickly undressed you and himself and started to kiss you like there is no tomorrow.

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Intense making love and alcohol from the party got you fall asleep quickly in Graves arms. But he wasn't asleep. He was holding you in his bare chest and caress your head. After he made sure that you're asleep, he slowly released himself from your embrace. He got up from bed and as sly fox he is, he took your phone from your purse and went to bathroom. He checked your messages and phone calls. He noticed one number that you particulary were calling few times recently. Also you called this number before you left the house.

Graves had a plan. He called this number from your phone. He was waiting few signals before there was answer in the other side.

Hello? It was a woman's voice. Graves felt relieved.

Good evening. I'm your friend's husband. My name is Phillip Graves.

Good evening Mr Graves. Something happened?

Yes..listen.. my wife is busy, she is... taking a bath. And she asked me to call you and ask if you have seen her earring? She lost it in the party. It was family heirloom and she is sad that she lost it. Graves come up with a lie.

Oh I'm sorry... I haven't seen it. But if I will find it, I will defently give it to her.

Yea, thanks a lot, and sorry for late call. Have a good night. Graves ended the call.

He was so happy and relieved. You didn't cheat on him. You really made friend with a girl. And you had some stress relieving party. Nothing bad.

Graves came back to bed and he hugged you tight from behind. He kissed your neck.

I love you so much. He whispered before he fell asleep too.

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The woman looked at phone when Graves ended the call. She was sitting at the bar. She gave back the phone to a man with mohawk who was sitting next to her.

Thanks cousin. You're really the best. Said Soap and and took the phone.

How did you know that is her husband calling and not her? She asked.

We have agreement to not call each other after midnight. Soap said with small smile.

Johnny... that girl is not good for you. She will bring you only troubles. Also she is married to very dangerious man. Soap's cousin looked really worried.

Dangerious you say... Soap put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a blue sapphire earring. He turned it over in his fingers several times. He knew exact moment when you lost it. It was in the hotel room, few hours ago, when Soap had you pinned into the wall and pumped his member into you. You were holding into his arms and threw your head back. That's when your earring fell off. Soap took it from the carpet later and hide it into his pocket.

Johnny.. you know I will always support you. But this is bad idea. You had your fun. Leave this girl alone and find yourself someone better. Soap's cousin took a sip from her drink.

No. She is perfect to me. Soap still felt your sweet arousal in his mouth. He ran his tounge across the roof of his mouth. He chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

Perfect for me.

@candy616

@xxavengingangelxx

I did it for you because I love your blogs and you make me love cod even more ❤❤

[v1x3n]

reader who says sorry way too much, that bad to the point you overly apologise even during sex.

then johnny 'soap' mctavish comes along and whilst eating her out, she lets out a loud moan. one that would surely get her and him caught in the barracks. he pauses and glares up at you, "whatd yer say?"

"s- sorry"

then he refuses to move or continue until you take it back. everytime u say sorry he stops and waits until you mumble "i-i take it back"

you apologise for getting cum on his chin? he stops

you mutter sorry for gripping his hair too hard? he stops

you whine an apology for cumming all over his face? he stops

he wont continue fully unless theres no stupid 'im sorry's' for ages!!!!

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

COD/ T141 | Masterlist

Updated 29th April 2024

My blog is an 18+ space: minors DNI.

Captain John Price

Darling, Please | Husband!John Price x Wife!Reader | Angsty smut. Read the Warnings.

Napping with Captain John Price | Fluffy Drabble about napping with Price.

Grocery shopping with Price

Simon “Ghost” Riley

A Man of his Word | Ghost x F!Reader | CNC, roleplay, read the warnings. [AO3]

Boyfriend!Simon | Smutty x Reader Drabble pwp | [AO3]

Possessive!Simon blurb | smutty x GN!reader

“Just resting my eyes” | Napping with Simon x GN!reader

Grocery Shopping with Ghost | Fluff x GN!Reader

Possessive!Simon x reader | smut/pwp [Coming Soon]

Survivor guilt | GHOAP Angst I wrote while sad.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Sing My Praises | Praise Kink Smut with AFAB!Reader x Soap [AO3]

Boyfriend!Soap Drabble | Soap x F!Reader | Somnophilia smutty imagine. [AO3]

Just a taste | Soap x F!Reader | Somnophilia [AO3]

The Kilt Stays On | Soap x F!Reader | PWP [AO3]

Napping with Soap | fluffy soap x GN!reader

Grocery Shopping with Soap | Fluff x GN!Reader

Angsty Drabble

SoapGhost

Soap x Ghost x Reader Throuple AU | [Coming soon]

A Beast, By Any Other Name | Multi-Chapter Ghost x Soap horror/Monster AU | [Chapter 1 Coming Soon]

Poly TF-141

Cuddle puddle/ Poly-141 Drabble Part One

Cuddle puddle/ Poly-141 Drabble Part Two

Cuddle puddle/ Poly-141 Drabble Part Three (Smut)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Napping with Gaz | Fluffy Gaz x GN!Reader

Grocery Shopping with Gaz | Fluffy Gaz x GN!Reader

König

Napping with König | Fluffy Drabble

Grocery Shopping with König | Fluffy Drabble

[a66-1]

♡𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱♡

♡ 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴! 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 ♡

🔥- Spicy/Nsfw

🌧️- Angst/Upsetting

💗- Fluff

💞- Related to character! Reader

created - 4/13/2024

updated - 4/14/2024

♥︎ 𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓷 '𝓖𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽' 𝓡𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂 ♥︎

dearly beloved? 💗

{Drabble about a tired you needing Simon}

Whiskey. Neat, please. (part 1)💗🌧️

Part 2 (Coming Soon!)

Part 3 (Coming Soon!)

{Based off Too Sweet, the lovely song, you as a bartender meet Simon during a busy shift. You seem way too sweet for him..}

i like the way you kiss me 💗

{Drabble about Simon coming back after a while, but he's the same sweetheart you knew}

our routine 💗

{late night dabble abt Simon coming home} ❤️

break a neck🌧️

{short read-toxic reader cheats ⚠️}

Grump. 💗

{ask! about grumpy reader x grump Simon.}

♡ 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓮 ♡

Caretaker!Reader x John 💗

{Request drabble-- Kitty lover reader!!}

♥︎ 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷𝓷𝔂 '𝓢𝓸𝓪𝓹' 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓣𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓱 ♥︎

(Coming Soon!)

𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒! 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾? 𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍! 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇! Here are my rules for request!

bye, my babes!

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 26- Hanging Stockings

Fandom: Call Of Duty:Modern Warfare 2 / 3

Character: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish

Naughty or Nice.

A/n: I guess spoilers for COD:MW 3, but ya known I'm not doing thar B.S ending.

Getting shot in the head was something he never thought he would survive but after weeks in intensive care and month's of physical therapy Johnny could actually tell people that he had survived a bullet to the head. Part of him jokingly said he should thank Makarov for shooting him, it was how he met you after all.

Though then again it is hard to thank a man that's dead. It is what he would tell you anyway, with that cheeky smile on his face.

And now two years later he was here relaxing in the chair, Johnny tilted his head to the side as he watched you dig through some boxes.

"Lookin for somethin love."

Standing up, you had a small scowl on your face as you placed your hand on your hips. "A little help would be nice McTavish."

Letting out a laugh, Johnny sat up then pushed himself out of the chair as he gave placed his hand on your hips. "Whatever you say love." Giving your cheek a kiss he then started to rummage through the boxes, an excited yelp escapes his lips. "Found em"

Holding a pair to the Christmas stockings in his hand he placed a kiss to your cheek. "Now let's hang em up love."

Rolling your eyes, you snatched the stocking from his hand as you walked over to the mantle, your gaze softening as you watched Johnny grip his cane as he followed you. Once you and Johnny's stocking's were hung the man then turned his attention to you.A bright smile on his face as he placed his hand on your belly.

"Soon you'll have your own little stocking! My ma already had one made."

Laughing you placed your hand on top of his, another Christmas with the man you love and soon more stockings will be hung across the mantle, you couldn't wait.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N, walks worriedly into medical tent : What happened?! How’d you break your legs?!

Soap, trying to be smooth whilst in pain : Haha, I guess I was too weak in the knees for you.

[love-lilly02]

The Challenge, background setup

Be on the lookout for a new update!!

[3rr0rc0d3]

He's my valentine~ // Best Friend!John "Soap" Mctavish x Mafia!Male!Reader

You and Johnny have been friends for a damn long time, what happens when you slowly realize you have feelings for the man? Does he love you back? Surely he does right? Surely. But how can he love a man like you? Someone that does the things you do.

[Prologue][Chap 1]

Here you stood, Johnny calling you in the middle of work, staring a debtor in the eyes as you ever so casually as if you arent in control whether this man gets to live to see his family ever again. You were a higher up in a mafia, no narcos, you think at least, just organized crime. Your close friends at the very top of the pyramid and you just below the main man. Your gang was… Notorious, but the police never really did anything about it, your friends had friends in high places that they could use to pull strings from. Now, Johnny was talking about whatever random shit happened in the barracks that day, something about someone running around in a sleeping bag and him joining in then getting reprimanded for whatever they did, which you enjoyed listening to him, but you had to then tell him you had to go, that youll talk to him later, that you have to get back to work since you paused mid job. He understood thankfully albeit with a few whines here and there from him. Which left you thinking.

You and Johnny had been friends for a long time. How long had it really been? You were both in your first year of Middle school, you were both nine and as for how you met… Johnny had walked up to you, looking all messy like he had just roughhoused and played in the dirt, he had this… mohawk he was super proud of. Johnny harped on about random things, don't mind if you didnt talk back but just kept… talking. It was nice company compared to your other friends, Older kids, maybe two years your senior, delinquents. Johnny was also, apparently, your new next door neighbor. Had just moved in from scotland… It was fun, your delinquent friends would tease you about him, how you're never the one to let people just be so… loud around you. 

Johnny was different, he always was wasn't he? You always blankly told him off if he ever got hurt, told him he was dumb for not seeing the pole. And to pay attention while walking. You liked his smile, it was comforting. You and Johnny had been friends since… well… that day that he came up to you and just started yapping. 

Highschool came, and the two of you were even closer, best friends instead of just friends, you'd both be glued to each other at the hip through thick and thin. While you messed around with a boy or girl, you'd notice Johnny never really went for anyone. Of course you'd get your fair share of breakups, here and there. You broke rules, you did things that eventually got you arrested at one point or two. Johnny, no matter what was there for you. 

Johnny soon went into the military while you went on to continue your… gang stuff. He doesnt know what youre doing and frankly it's one of the things you didn’t ever wanna have to explain to Johnny. Every so often you and Johnny called, You wondered why he hadnt called his family to talk about al this but to be fair you never think theyd appreciate their son yapping on about whatever popped up in his mind that very second, You were used to it, Youd only ever met his family a few times during holidays, or during hangouts at his house. In any case, he didnt talk to you too much about work either, just that he felt right at home with them. You missed seeing his face in person al lthe time, sure but this just means you can keep things away from him easier, no? For sure he was a constant in your life, someone you knew you could hear from anytime.

PHEW- thats done hehe food for yall uh- heres my masterlist