#soap coded

[femalefemur]

[lay-z]

[141wh0re]

Penance

CW: 18+ MDNI | noncon| somnophilia|

Johnny MacTavish x afab!reader

Thinking about young, teenage Johnny MacTavish holding you tight against him during a seemingly innocent nap.

But the feeling of your round ass pressed against his groin has him chubbing up. The moment you fall deeper into sleep, he can't keep his eyes off your breasts in his muscle tank. Soft skin spilling out of the side of the baggy material, pert nipples pebbled up under the tank. Just the teasing sight would have him standing at full attention.

He'd try to distract himself at first, listening to your soft, even breaths. Gently caress your hip. Or smooth his hands over your hair, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck to calm himself with your scent.

But none of it worked. Not when you would shift your hips to readjust, inadvertently rubbing against his leaking cock in his joggers.

He'd stifle a moan while kissing at your neck, attempting anything that might ground his sinful thoughts. He couldn't do that to you. His sweet, virgin girlfriend.

Little, bonnie lass.

Johnny closed his eyes and bit down on his lip as he did the unthinkable, and began rutting his aching cock against your ass. His imagination running wild with the thought of his ruddy tip being encompassed by your velvety walls. Hell, he'd even settle for sliding your little athletic shorts to the side and rubbing his cock along the seam of your ass cheeks.

So, that's exactly what he did. He knew you wore cute, lace thongs. You may not have been very well-versed in sexual intimacy together, but you'd at least sent him some photos, modeling them for him when you got them.

Sure, you've both experimented with each other. Not going further than having his fingers stuffed in your cunt while he sloppily kissed you, or having your hand shoved down his trousers in a heated snog, stroking him through the most mind-blowing pleasure he's ever known.

He gently undid the tie on his joggers, tugging them down far enough with his boxers to free his throbbing length. The tip was nearly purple from how worked up you had him, between the snogging session less than an hour ago, and now your plump ass grinding against him. He just couldn't take it anymore.

Johnny pulled your shorts to the side, then nestled his cock between the soft flesh being held apart by your little blue thong.

He bit down on his lip harder, nearly drawing blood from the sight of the fabric strung between the round globes. Of course you knew blue was his favourite colour.

At the sight of his cock nestled between your ass, Johnny nearly came. He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath before slowly rocking his hips against you, getting off while you were blissfully asleep.

"Fuck.. am sorry, bonnie." He whispered shakily.

"you jus' make me cock hurt,"

Soft grunts and whimpers muffled by his pillow he resorted to burying his face in, too ashamed of himself to see what he was doing to you. His poor, innocent lass.

He continued rutting against your ass until he came, not even caring enough to not make a mess of your ass with his seed.

Johnny bit into the pillow as he moaned, allowing his orgasm to wash over him.

Once he regained his breath, he pulled you closer, not wanting you to wake up to the feeling of hot cum quickly cooling uncomfortably on your skin.

"am sorry, lass. Fuck. So sorry. A wullnae dae it again." He whispered, hugging you flush to his front.

[danibee33]

Soap would send the most insufferably thirsty gym selfies. you can’t convince me otherwise.

[s0apmactav1sh]

Soap coded when hes finally in a relationship with m!reader

[femalefemur]

do i even have to say it

[lay-z]

Someone messaged me on Tinder. Soap coded

[random-thot-generator]

Soap - coded.

He looks you dead in the eye from across a crowded room and does this... ⬆️⬆️⬆️

[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ roommate johnny 'soap' mactavish - 02

cw : sexual theme

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anyone would have thought that after you almost broke his nose, johnny would have learned to at least warn you when he was coming into a room. but all those people didn’t know johnny. as much as he could be the most professional person you knew, he could also be the biggest man-child to have ever graced this earth.

his new amusement was to scare you off any chance he got. you’d come to realize that, for all his loudness, he could be eerily quiet when he wanted to be. to be honest, johnny mostly loved to observe you, without you knowing. what could he say? you were one of the most beautiful lasses he had seen in his life. he also knew you found him attractive, which was why the flirting hadn’t stopped.

johnny was not a pusher. if he had noticed you were absolutely disgusted by him and his body, he would have stopped his advances and let you live your life. the problem was that your eyes lingered on his arms, his pecs, his abs, his v-line, his thighs… he had seen it. he'd give it to you, to untrained eyes, you checking him out would have been mostly invisible. sadly for you, part of his job was to notice everything. so he kept the flirting. if anything, it became constant.

more and more, every time he left his room, johnny had the tendency to be less dressed than before. you asked him, a lot, to at least put a shirt on, but he refused, pretending that he ran hot. it was the middle of winter, how could he be that warm?

the final straw had been when you'd invited some of your girlfriends over, having a night in, eating junk, and gossiping about old friends. you had asked him if he was okay with it. his answer had been simple, 'it's yer place as much as mine, lass.' so if he knew your friends were over, why the fuck did he appear in the middle of the living room, only wearing his boxers, asking if he could borrow some of your laundry detergent?

before he could say anything, you grabbed his arm, pulling him angrily toward the kitchen and slamming the door behind both of you. it felt like deja vu, but you were lecturing him about wearing proper clothes when people were visiting and so many other things that johnny had already forgotten. he hadn't been concentrating on what you were saying but rather on your breasts. who could blame him? you liked to talk with your hands, making them jiggle. he was just a man, after all.

"aye, everythin’ in the wash, bonnie," was the only apology you got.

after that, you had a very painful and long conversation with your friends, explaining to them that no, you were not sleeping with your roommate. no, you didn't know why he was shirtless. yes, you found him attractive, but it wasn't like that. and judging by their faces, they didn't believe you at all. that night, they all left, telling you that with a specimen like that under your roof, you could have a lot of fun.

you didn't know it, but johnny had heard everything, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling. he was so close to his goal. of course, he wanted you in his bed, but he wanted so much more than that. when he wasn't flirting with you, johnny had actually gotten to know you. you were so bloody interesting, and passionate about what you did. you were everything he was looking for to finally settle down.

johnny never believed in god. after all the things he'd seen during his life, he didn't think a higher power was looking down at him. but the very moment the electricity got cut off in your flat, he swore god was real. no power meant no heater, and the nights were really cold in scotland. he also knew you couldn't live without your heater on, always cold, his sweet birdie.

so he waited, gently in his room, like a puppy waiting for his treat. after about twenty minutes, he heard your door open. had he been a real puppy, his tail would’ve been wagging so fast. a soft knock was then heard on his door. when you entered, you couldn’t see anything. johnny liked to sleep in total darkness, while you always let a bit of light from the blinds into yours. irritated, you asked him if his heater worked.

"na, but i know somethin' thon could warm ye up," he suggested. you could hear the smirk. you regretted it the moment you asked what. "guid auld johnny."

that's how you had found yourself in his bed, all the blankets in the flat on the both of you. you were lying close to each other, and god, he was a furnace. how could someone be that warm without being sick? compared to him, you were ice. and johnny was dead set on making you melt, apparently.

"take the sweater off, lass," and at first, you thought you hadn't heard him correctly, but he added. "body heat can heat ye up right quick, it's common knowledge, aye."

now in just a tank top and some shorts, this felt like deja vu. johnny had never been happier. you were so close to him, and he was just thinking about the best way to approach you without ruining his chances forever. he slid slowly toward you, cuddling up to you. when had he taken his shirt off? did he even have a shirt?

you didn’t know how to react. you were getting warmer, but it wasn’t fast enough for you. at the same time, the feeling of johnny’s body glued to yours, one of his legs between yours, sent a warm feeling through your entire body. it was going to be hard to fall asleep, wasn’t it? trying to relax your body, you closed your eyes, trying to imagine you were alone in your bed with a very big, strong, warm pillow behind you.

it worked, until you woke up in the middle of the night, and you were freezing. how was it possible? johnny was pressed behind you, and still in your drowsy state, you didn’t register the hard thing pressing softly against your lower back. feeling around, you couldn’t reach any of the blankets—did johnny throw them off? with how warm his body was, you figured he must have been sweating at some point. but now, you were cold.

you started squirming a bit in johnny's grip, trying to escape his arms. for sure now the power was back on, you could go back to your room, with your blanket and your heater. the movement woke johnny up. "staid air gluasad, till air ais gu cadal," he murmured into your neck, his voice and accent thick with tiredness. at your soft "what?", it registered in his brain that, in his sleepy state, he had spoken a language you didn't know.

"stop moving, birdie," he then said, a bit more awake. moving his hips against yours, he added, "ye're no gaun'ae like the consequences." your soft moan was the only thing his brain needed to be fully awake. oh. his moment had come.

slowly, one of his hands made its way between your thighs, feeling you over your shorts. the other one was already massaging one of your breasts. "ye cauld, sweet girl? dinnae worry, johnny's 'bout tae warm ye up."

and god, did he warm you up in the best way possible.

[reds-skull]

Soap "dog-coded" MacTavish my beloved

(This took 5 weeks help)

[uhzuku]

big beefy men who whine for you to let them cum! big beefy men who whimper while you bounce on their lap! big beefy men who hold onto the furniture and beg to “please, please let me touch you!” big beefy men who cry from how good it feels! big beefy men who hide their faces in embarrassment from the noises they make on accident! big beefy men who cling tight to you while fucking you so they can be as close as possible! big beefy men who whine and beg for you to give them a kiss while they’re balls deep! big beefy men who

[141wh0re]

Godddd, Soap can breed the shit out of me. That's fine. 😍🤤

himbos have the filthiest breeding kinks; don’t let their puppy eyes fool you. they will put those stupidly big muscles to use and fold you into a mating press, half-begging to cum inside, half-insisting that it’ll feel so good. and it’s hard to blame them for having such huge loads that they need to spill and fuck back into you again and again and again…

[femalefemur]

johnny posting this after taking a girl home

[tojisun]

size kink but it’s him pressing on your stomach to ‘see’ how deep his cock is. he truly means it even when you’re sure he won’t feel himself past your fat and your flesh, but the surety in his voice and in his actions just make you clench around him tighter, your mind fraying at the edges because there’s something maddening at his honest belief. at his drunken voice lilting how he must be ‘here’, deep in your guts and that if he just pushes any more, he swears he can feel himself nestled lovingly inside you :((

[niccolites]

i can't write a zombie apocalypse au for johnny bc it was just be beat for beat shane walsh plotline from the walking dead. except way worse way earlier