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Your single dad neighbor Johnny and Nasty™️ Johnny is giving me SERIOUS whiplash.
I'm getting a neck brace. Because I can't get enough.
Embrace the #JohnnyWhiplash
I headcanon that Nasty Man™️ Johnny survived the tunnels but came out of it with, obviously, some pretty traumatic brain injuries.
He gets these Urges that weren’t there before, dark and perverse things uncovered when they cut away mangled grey matter. And for a while he sticks with the treatment plan, sees his therapist regularly, and it’s manageable. But then he meets you, and the urges get stronger, something in him telling him that you’re the only medicine he needs. That watching you whimper and beg under him will sate the gnawing hunger in his mind better than any shrink could.
Imagine what would have happened if Isobel’s mom died after his brush with death. Oooohhhhh SingleDad!Johnny would be a very dark and nasty man indeed. I think he’d go off the deep end, wouldn’t have been allowed to keep Isobel in his custody, and the relationship we see between him and reader would be much different.
#I love that we’re all wearing neck braces#Johnny would love it if his name was on all of them#like collars🤭#eilidh’s asks#eilidhs soap box#brewed-pangolin#singledad!johnny#Nasty Man™️ Johnny MacTavish
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Hot damn! That Past and Present fic got me from 'purely platonic mentor' Price to full "Yes Daddy! Whatever you want" Price! Soap will always be my fave, but the Captain is definitely gaining some traction with that lovely tale 🥵🔥
he's sooooo fine🫠i really have no idea what to do with myself when he's wearing a ghillie suit and whisper/growling in my ear. Daddy price is perfection 🖤
#imagine him disciplining u#fully on daddy mode#cigar between his teeth while he spanks u#growling out around the stem#'shouldda been good for me then mm'#goddddd#i need to go to church#asks#brewed-pangolin
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Current feeling for Soap Sundays......
hhahahaha, i love this so much.
the fact soap sunday is super catching on makes me the happiest person ever
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Hold down the fort for me on the beloved Soap Appreciation Day. I'll join you later, for now I'm going to enjoy an Ambien induced coma.
Much love
Soap Squad 🤘
-💛
I shall do my best 🫡
The Soap Squad will see you on the frontlines later 🩷
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OMG you got me into a straight up giggly fit with that 'poo poo' statement. Thank you, I needed that. And the feeling is 100% mutual. Full paper bags coming out over here 😄 Much love 💛
deep breath
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WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER ONCE WE KNOW THAT WE ARE WE’RE ALL STARS AND WE SEE THAT—
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Music's blaring, sun's shining, and the beer's flowing. Beach season it is.
#pangolin speaks#beach bum#might be feeling a bit tipsy right now#mango cart#golden road brewing#craft beer#beer
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I know Soap is in pain here, but he has some neat (veiny) forearms.
It's a bit bloody tho.
@brewed-pangolin :3
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This was kind of inspired by the conversation @captainswhore and I had about Price getting horny watching you wash his car in a bikini lol but I decided to write this with Soap.
Warnings: tit fucking, playful banter, suggestive gestures and innuendos, Johnny makes reader orgasm from water pressure from a hose 🫣
Soap on leave seeing you, a cute little thing at a charity car wash washing someone's car and imagining how you'd look all soaked and wet from the sudsy water while you washed his 4 Runner (@brewed-pangolin has me fully convinced Soap has a 4 Runner).
You're wearing a white T-shirt and a pretty little yellow bikini underneath it while you and your friends wash people's cars for donations for veterans.
Soap sees the sign and smirks to himself, knowing he could probably get himself a private show watching you wash his car if he pulled the military card on you.
He pulls up and you go up to his car letting him know about the cause and asking if he'd be willing to donate in exchange for a car wash.
He smiles at you and says:
"Of course lass, I'm a soldier myself. This is very sweet of you." He says as he shows you his identification.
Your eyes light up as you smile big.
"Oh! Then you don't need to pay anything! I'd be happy to wash your car for you for free sir!" You say so enthusiastically it almost melts Johnny's heart.
Then he smirks devilishly as he lowers his voice a little bit.
"Say, if you insist on washing this dirty ol' thing for free then I gotta give you something in return at least huh bonnie." He says and you blush, noting the smirk on his face and tone of voice in his suggestive statement.
"Oh no sir, don't worry about it, I'd be happy to do it for nothing in return. Least I can do for all of your service." You say, then add one more thing quietly after looking around to see if anyone would hear, but your friends are busy with other customers.
"If you'd like, you can drive around back and I can give you a private show." You say, feeling more confident and he smiles.
"Sounds lovely lass." He says, and you bite back a smile then direct him around to the back.
You grab a bucket and sponge and walk back to meet him.
When you get back there, you're surprised to see that he's outside of his car, leaning against the wall waiting for you and he notices your shock.
"What? I'm getting a private show, might as well make sure I see all of it." He says and you giggle, the handsome man making you feel ditzy.
You turn on the hose and spray his car, not giving him what he wants just yet.
"So, what exactly do you do in the military?" You ask him, trying to start conversation.
"Classified honey." He says, crossing his arms and you try to discreetly rub your thighs together at the pet name.
"Ok well, how long have you been in the military?"
"Since I was a lad. Been there for a long while." He says, and the hose suddenly changes pressure and spats out water against you, wetting the front of your white t shirt.
You yelp as the water seeps into your shirt, exposing your yellow bikini underneath which makes Johnny bite back a smile.
"Sorry." You giggle. "Wasn't expecting that."
He watches you rinse down his car then you grab the soap bucket and wring out the sponge, some soapy water getting on your thighs and dripping down.
"You know, my callsign is Soap." He says, and you look at him puzzled.
"Really? Why's that? Or is that classified too?" You say smugly teasing him, and he laughs.
"Smart wee thing aren't you." He says and you wink at him.
"My real name's Johnny." He says, and you say your name back.
"I'm y/n." And he repeats it back with a smile.
"Pretty just like you." He says, and you blush.
The sight of your white shirt being soaked, sticking to your chest and the sudsy water dripping down your thighs making your skin glisten has Johnny adjusting his pants where he stands watching you, and you notice, but you love it. He was so hot. It's not everyday you see a man as fine as him, so you took advantage of the situation.
"Ugh shirt's getting in the way." You say, and slowly strip the now soaking shirt off of your body.
Johnny then takes a seat by the lawn chair next to him and leans back with his arms crossed and legs open, really taking in the sight in front of him.
"Fuck" He whispers under his breath as the water and soap drip down your pretty body.
You walk around the car in front of Johnny and lean forward, bending over to exaggerate your scrubs of the sponge on the hood of his car giving him the perfect view of your ass and covered pussy obstructed by the yellow fabric.
You bend down to dip the sponge in the bucket and stay bent over for as long as you can, really letting Johnny get a good look at your ass and thighs before you come back up to continue washing the car.
Johnny watches with his lips slightly parted and he adjusts his hips in his seat with a grunt, his pants getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.
You then move to the hood of the car so Johnny can see the whole side of your body as you seductively wring the excess water in the sponge out onto your chest, the soapy water running down your body.
Johnny reaches a hand down to palm the bulge in his jeans as he grunts out an audible "fuck" and you giggle again, pressing your chest against the hood of the car as you wash it.
You continue teasing Johnny as you wash his car, then go to grab the hose to rinse the soap off.
You then move to the side of the car in front of Johnny again after turning on the hose, and rinse the soap off your ass before rinsing the car.
"You wanna help me rinse?" You turn back with puppy eyes and ask Johnny, and in record timing he's stood up and pressed to your back.
He watches the soapy water run down your ass and the backs of your thighs and he can't take it anymore. He grips your hips and makes a satisfied grunting noise.
"Well fuck me dolly, aren't you a little tease." He says into your ear as you push your ass back into him with a giggle.
"C'mon, help me out. Can't wash this car all by myself, sir." You say, and Johnny moans at you calling him sir and wiggling your ass against his now rock hard dick.
Johnny lets go of your hips and goes to unbuckle his belt and pulling his thick cock out of his jeans, and you giggle again as you feel it slap against your lower back.
Johnny kicks your feet out and slaps your ass, the suds sticking to his hand from the impact and flying off from the speed he takes his hand away.
You yelp and Johnny laughs.
"Aww wasn't expecting that were you bonnie?" He says as he slides his cock between your thighs, making you moan.
"This ok?" He whispers, and you whimper, pushing back against him, urging him to continue.
Johnny smiles against your ear and he begins to thrust, fucking your thighs nice and good, the soapy water making his cock slide easily between them.
Johnny leans back gripping your hips as he watches how the impact of his hips against your ass makes your ass and thighs jiggle and he grips your hair, pushing you down against the car hood.
"Such a fuckin' tease aren't ye." He says and you moan, his cock sliding between your thighs hitting your clit perfectly through your yellow, skimpy, bikini bottoms. "Such a bonnie little thing. Bet this pussy is even prettier aye?" He says then smacks your ass again before he continues to fuck your thighs harder.
You grip the sponge in your hand and push back against him with a whimper, blissed out from the feeling of him and his words.
"Turn around. Need to see these tits." He says, then grips you by the shoulders to spin you around, suds sticking to your chest.
"Fuck me." He says, and you smirk, pushing your tits together to tease him yet again, which sets him off.
His eyes darken as he grabs you by your elbow and pulls you to the chair behind him as he sits down.
"On your knees. Gonna fuck these perfect fuckin' tits. All soaped up and ready for me."
You get on your knees and tug the tops of your bikini top down a bit so that your nipples are barely peeking out of them. You then grip Johnny's cock and give it a few tugs before sliding it between your tits, the string of the bikini restraining his cock from moving out from between them.
You start to bounce up and down on your knees, not caring about the painful gravel digging into your skin as you titty fuck him.
"Oh my god fuck. That's it. Bounce those tits on me." Johnny moans and throws his head back.
You continue to fuck him with your tits, looking up at him with puppy eyes and a smirk, the soapy water beginning to soak his jeans under your breasts.
You look down and watch the tip of his cock appear and disappear between your tits covered in soapy water and you moan at the sight.
Johnny is a mess above you, panting like a dog with his cheeks flushed and he watches you titty fuck him in your skimpy little bikini and he swears he's never seen anything so fucking hot before.
"Cum on my tits." You whimper out, and Johnny moans.
"Want you to cum all over my tits. Please sir, need it so bad." You say, and Johnny moves your hands from your tits so he can squeeze them together now to fuck them himself. You move your hands to his thighs and let him use your pretty body.
Johnny squishes your tits together and thrusts his hips up into them and you stick your tongue out, catching a tiny lick to his tip every time he thrusts.
"Most perfect fuckin' tits I've ever seen. Gonna make a mess of them. Gonna cum all over these bonnie tits hm? That what you want dolly? Want me to fuck your tits nice and good?" Johnny moans out to you and you nod with a whimper.
You go to untie your bikini top, letting it loosely fall around your tits, and Johnny grunts at the sight of more of your chest being exposed.
"Yeah just like that. Such a good girl, makin' herself all pretty for me." He says, his thrusts getting messier and the mixture of water, soap, and precum smacking against your tits making a loud sloppy noise.
"Open your mouth honey. Stick out that tongue for me. Thaaat's it. Such a good girl aren't ye. Fuck I'm gonna cum. Such a bonnie fuckin' sight." He says as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him to shoot his cum all over your mouth and tits.
Johnny thrusts a few more times before his cheeks flush and he cums so hard he shoots his cum onto your tits and tongue, and some even getting up onto your cheek, which makes you giggle.
He's vocal, and loud, but you think it's adorable. He looks so fucking hot sitting above you like this, his cock nestled between your tits.
"Fuck lass. That- You're fuckin' amazing." He says as he bends down to help you off the ground and into his lap.
You place your forehead against his as he comes down from his orgasm.
"Wanna rinse me off?" You ask, nibbling his ear.
"Fuck you're dangerous aren't you dolly. Dirty wee thing." He says with a smile and you giggle.
You get off his lap to hand him the hose but he grabs you by the hips so you sit down in his lap, back against his chest.
"Wait you're gonna get wet!" You exclaim to him with genuine concern and he pinches your cheek, thinking you look so fucking adorable looking at him like that.
"Don't you worry about that lass. Lemme take care of ye now. You've been so good to me now haven't you." He says as he spreads your legs to rest each one over his knees.
He brings the hose up to your chest and watches over your shoulder how the mess he made along with the soap washes away and he coos at you.
"See? Isn't that better honey?" He says, and you moan at the feeling of the nice cool water against your skin during the hot summer day.
Then, Johnny moves the hose down your body slowly, rinsing off your torso and thighs and making you wiggle as he gets closer and closer to your pussy.
He smirks as an idea pops into his head.
"How 'bout we move these out the way hm? Let me make you feel good yeah?" He says into your ear as he plays with the bow on the side of your bikini bottoms and you nod in anticipation of what he's going to do next.
Johnny unties the bow holding your bikini bottoms up on your hips and he pulls the fabric away from your pussy. You blush as you realize you're on display for him and he laughs darkly at the sight of how wet you are.
"Can tell yer so fuckin' wet even with all this water on ye."
Johnny rubs your thighs and playfully pinches and smacks your clit before he runs the water stream over your pussy.
"Oh fuck." You moan and arch your back against him.
"Uh uh, sit still for me aye?" He says as he grips your thigh from under your knee to keep it open.
Then, Johnny turns up the water pressure on the hose and directs the stream over your clit and you yelp in pleasure.
"Ah oh my god! Johnny!" You say in surprise but you can't help your eyes from rolling back from how good the water pressure feels against your clit.
"That feel good bonnie? Feels nice up on your cute wee clit like that doesn't it." Johnny coos in your ear as you whimper.
Johnny's pants are completely soaked but he doesn't care, not when he's got a sweet pretty little thing like you wiggling and moaning in his lap.
"Yeah that's it. Keep those legs open for me. Wanna see you cum." He says, hand still holding your thigh open against him.
It doesn't take long for the pleasure to build and your at the edge.
"Oh Johnny. Fuck I'm- Oh my god I'm gonna cum." You whimper out with tears pricking at your eyes from how good it feels and how hot it is to be held in his lap like this.
Johnny turns to whisper in your ear but he keeps his eyes on your pussy being sprayed by the hose.
"Do it bonnie. Cum for me. Been so good. Lemme see that pretty little pussy throb." He says, and that's all it takes for you to cum.
You throw your head back and your eyes unfocus as you cum, legs shaking in Johnny's grasp.
You cum so hard you feel your cunt pounding between your legs and Johnny watches as your clit twitches.
"Yeahhh that's it. Yeah just like that dolly. Cummin' all nice and pretty for me." Johnny says, talking you through your orgasm.
Johnny leaves the stream going for a few seconds before turning it off.
"You ok lass?" He asks, and you nod panting, leaning your head back against his shoulder.
"C'mon, let's get you a dry shirt. Don't want you to be cold." He says as he strips off his shirt and pulls it over your head to dress you.
"There. Looks better on you than me." He says with a smirk and you laugh.
Johnny ties your bikini bottoms back up and you then try to get up but your legs shake, so he catches you and holds you up.
"Woah careful now." He says, strong arms wrapping around you.
You compose yourself and you both walk towards the car. He walks you to the driver's side then open the door, rummaging through the glove box for something. He pulls out a notepad and pen and writes something down before ripping the page out and handing it to you.
"Here. Maybe we can go on a proper date sometime." He says, and you take the paper, realizing it's his number.
"I'd love that." You say, smiling up at him. "Considering you made me cum my brains out." You add, making him laugh.
He hops into his car and turns to you to say something before closing the door.
"Oh and uh, hopefully your friends don't notice your shirt. Or the state your legs are in." He says smugly, and you playfully hit his chest while rolling your eyes.
"Ugh, get out of here, before they actually notice." You say, and he closes the door and rolls down the window.
"Hopefully your friends don't notice your pants." You say to him referencing his soaking wet jeans.
"They'll probably be too blinded by how shiny my car is to notice." He says with a wink and you blush.
"Call me tonight?" He asks, and you nod. He then starts the engine of his 4 Runner and drives away after blowing you a kiss jokingly and you roll your eyes again.
You made your way back to your friends and they were so busy with customers they didn't notice you were gone. Hopefully they don't notice the paper with a certain soldier's number sticking out of the bow of your bikini bottoms, or the way you had a silly smile on your face for the rest of the day.
Washing cars was the best thing you and your friends ever did.
#call of duty#cod#cod mw#cod mw2#cod mw3#johnny soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish#john mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish#johnny mactavish x reader#soap x reader#soap cod#soap cod x reader#soap mactavish#soap mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader
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tag game
so i'm a little bored and have decided to make a tag game, i hope you like it!
go to pinterest and search:
colour of your phone background + aesthetic
favourite animal + aesthetic
name + core
movie you rewatched multiple times as a child + aesthetic
favourite time of day + aesthetic
first word of your favourite song + aesthetic
no pressure tags 💖: @solivagantingrebel @syoddeye @cordeliawhohung @valkyri @losersimonriley @nachtaug @cloudyyyday @tawus @honestlyhiswife @theywhowriteandknowthings @the-original-honeybun @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries @deadbranch @fleurafae @lyreinthesky @flowermiist @brewed-pangolin @glossysoap @keegansshark @gemmahale and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!
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I JUST SAW SOMETH-
@brewed-pangolin LISTEN TO ME!
Johnny would come into the house looking dapper as hell, mohawk freshly cut and you'd find it weird that you're already dripping arousal onto the gusset of your knickers.
find it strange that he's sinking to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke, when usually it takes him slowly pumping his hips into you until he bottoms out.
pssst. Johnny knows why that is. he keeps track of your ovulation cycle so he can get his hair cut on the day of.
🥴 someone lock me tf up!!! im rabid!!!
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Just found your blog. That soft!Soap ficlet is absolutely exquisite. You're descriptive writing is beyond elegant. Will be waiting with bated breathe for more with that talented Scotsman. 🏴😍
thank you!!! 🥹🖤i'm working on something soft and sweet for Soap so will def post more soon!
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Following @irnbru32 lead, but I'm not nearly as creative. I also live in 'Merica where Sundays is all about fake football. (That's what I call it, we all know what the real one is. Go Man City!! ⚽️)
So here's a tackle/touchdown dance to Soap Squad Sunday, because I'm living for this!!!!!!
I swear to God I need to go see a therapist 😆
HAHAHAHAH, i love this so much. need you both to know, this is me knowing i've finished the chapter and now just faffing with formatting.
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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?"
#that picture burrowed it's way into my brain like a worm in an apple i stg#had to write it before i went insane hope u like it ♡#captain john soap mactavish#captain mactavish#captain john mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#soap x reader#soap drabble#john soap mactavish#body hair#body worship#cod x reader
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Trouble
Soap x AFAB!reader
Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, smut
A/N - my brain doesn’t wanna write atm so here’s a drabble. Enjoy!
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Soap knew he was in trouble the minute he saw you. On loan from another specialist team to help with their next mission. Excellent infiltration skills, a quick learner, disciplined and loyal. He tried to stay focused in the meeting but to no avail.
He knew he was in trouble when the sunlight bounced off your skin, illuminating the droplets of sweat which trickled down your neck.
Fuck, your neck.
He watched when you drank, how your throat bobbed, how you gulped the freezing cold water. Never seeming to quench your thirst. He wanted to feel you fight for air against his palms, to hear your pretty little voice beg, plead for him not to stop. To go deeper. Harder.
He wanted to watch as you bit your plump lips, flashing your teeth as you smiled up at him. Rushed, stolen breaths, short and shallow. Pulse throbbing against him as you urge him to squeeze tighter. Pupils blown. Chest tight. Heart racing.
God, did he need you.
How your eyes would glimmer beneath him, void of any other emotion besides desire. How they would silently urge him to push you, destroy your walls, bend you, break you. How they would flutter and screw shut as he hovered his lips above yours, stealing your breath with each kiss.
How you played with your pen, fingers curling over the plastic, tendons dancing beneath your skin. How your nails danced over your skin, leaving little trails of raw skin in their wake. Desperately wanting to feel the sting of your nails along his back as they left a path of destruction in their wake. Scraping, pulling, grazing his skin making him hiss.
His eyes caught a glimpse of your thighs from under the table, muscular, thick. He chewed the inside of his cheek, wanting to dig his fingertips into your flesh. Bruising you. Marking you. Making you his. Wanting to push them open with his own, baring you to him. Imagining sinking his teeth into the most sensitive parts of you. Sucking. Nipping. Licking.
‘Hi Johnny!’ Your voice sliced through his day dream, forcing him to crash back to earth with an almighty thud. His eyes met yours as he offered a shy smirk.
Oh.
He knew he was in trouble.
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@brewed-pangolin @deadbranch
#call of duty#soap modern warfare#soap call of duty#soap x you#soap x reader#john mactavish smut#john mactavish x reader#john mactavish#john mctavish smut#john mctavish x reader#cod mw22#john soap mactavish#modern warefare 2
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I'm pretty sure that my liver is trying its damnedest to hitchhike its way out of my body.
#pangolin speaks#the wedding was spectacular#now its onto the brewing festivities#sierra nevada first#then new belgium#hope yall have been behaving#because i have not#wink wonk
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