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mockerycrow · 1 year

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hii! i love the way you describe the 141 so far, and i would love to see how you would write an konig, ghost, soap, price and alejandro reaction and headcanons with a s/o who has an accent?

i taught myself english from a young age so i never really had someone to practice with, so my accent is very strong (im from south america, which also helps lol) and i would like to see how the cod boys can react to this in your style <33

Reader With An Accent - MWII

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A/N: thank you so much for your patience and thank you for liking my writing!! please let me know if i executed this right!! i am american and i don’t want to misrepresent. also this is lowkey coded for people w/ accents from non-english speaking countries, so sorry everyone who is from a english speaking country and has an accent oops — i also kinda took your “i taught myself english from a young age” for alejandro’s chunk. hope that’s ok!

König

König wouldn’t react to your accent very much, unless it’s a very thick accent because then he would have trouble understanding you.

If your accent is thick, he probably asks you repeat yourself a couple of times; English isn’t his first language either, so I can imagine maybe a couple of times you both sit there in silence with each other because neither of you guys can understand each other. He has a semi-thick accent, too.

Sometimes, he does understand you but he just wants to hear you continue to talk.

Maybe König and you practice English together, while teaching each other your native languages on accident. You guys didn’t mean to, but you end up trying to explain what a word is in your different languages and by the end of it, you begin to understand full sentences in german; the same for him with your language.

He considers this a bonding experience :)

Ghost

Like König, he probably wouldn’t react to your accent too much unless it was incredibly thick. Ghost has met all different types of people and his native language is English, so he has a better understanding of what you’re trying to say, but he pokes fun at you like he pokes fun at Soap.

On the topic of Soap, you two together is his worst nightmare.

“Speak English.” Is his favorite phrase when you are speaking English, but your accent is just overpowering literally everything.

You like to throw his words back into his face when he says some sort of British slang—you get a surprisingly loud chuckle out of him when you pick up some of his slang. He thinks it’s funny whenever anyone who isn’t British begins to talk like him.

If Ghost isn’t already fluent in your language, he pretty much becomes damn near fluent by the time you’ve known him for a good couple of months. He picks this stuff up easily.

Soap

Oh, this would be actual hell on Earth. Not for you two, but for the others.

Soap doesn’t comment on your accent initially, but you two begin to share a brain cell and a half (on accident) when Ghost’s eyes show visible frustration.

“He can barely understand me, the two of’us will be a real party trick!”

You and Soap gang up on everyone else if your accent is thick. He understands the frustration of people not understanding you.

Sometimes it takes Soap a moment to process what you’re saying, but he only asks you to repeat yourself a couple of times. (He has a good method of deciphering words, even if he cannot understand through an accent).

Soap likes to teach you his Scot phrases and you teach him your own in return.

Price

He gives you an eyebrow raise as a reaction, but that’s about it. Price has worked with so many people all over the world, he doesn’t really care to comment on your accent.

Price has gotten pretty good at understanding thick accents through the years, so he probably only asks you to slow your speaking when giving him a verbal report about something.

Price 100% is the type to accidentally pronounce something wrong but say it with full confidence and you always correct him, leaving him dumbfounded.

“My lips just don’t move that way, love.”

It’s likely he’s fluent in your language so he doesn’t mind if you talk to him in it; just give him a few seconds to translate in his head, okay?

Alejandro

If you meet outside of a total progressional setting, he probably has the most reaction to your accent out of anyone.

Alejandro’s language is a very big part of him so he assumes it’s the same for anyone else.

Alejandro doesn’t have an incredibly thick accent, but he knows people who do and he’s known them for years, so it’s easier for him to understand than a lot of other people.

If you taught yourself English and you end up pronouncing something wrong, Alejandro casually corrects you to help you out. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it either, he knows sometimes people get embarrassed from it. His first language isn’t English either, so he understands the struggle.

He DOES start laughing if you try to pronounce something that you so clearly cannot, even after being corrected.

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captainfern · 5 months

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hii!! Idk if your requests are open right now (and if they're not you can totally ignore this dw) but I was wondering if you could write smth for an EXTEREMLY needy soap 😣 Like maybe he comes back from a mission all pent up and he's whining to the reader talking about how he needs release :(( (also I adore all ur writing so much!!)

he begs and whimpers in this btw ya freaks

18+, fem!reader, bonnie used as endearment

“bonnie, please, please—” johnny whined, grinding his hard cock against your backside. you could feel it through his trousers and your skirt too as you stood at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner

“i’m busy, johnny, just give me half an hour” you told him, but he didn’t really appreciate that answer. he whined loudly in your ear, grinding himself harder against you, strong hands on your hips

he mouthed at your bare neck, tongue and teeth pressing to the soft skin. he huffed and panted, nosing at the pulse behind your ear as he practically humped you, his cock painfully hard in his boxers, leaning pre-cum

“please, baby, i need you so fuckin’ bad,” he whimpered in your ear, his chest heaving against your back. “m’so fuckin’ hard, bonnie”

“johnny…” you whined and dropped the knife you were using as he flipped up the back of your skirt and pulled your underwear to the side. he moaned loudly when his fingers brushed over your dripping wet core. “need you” you whispered to him

he was so desperate that he didn’t prep you like usual. johnny simply angled your damp underwear to the side, exposing your soaked folds, and freed his cock from his jeans. he was painfully hard, and he rutted his length between your thighs momentarily, gasping at your warmth. the tip of his cock dragged through your sopping folds

“ah, fuck, fuck— christ, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he whimpered against you, voice stretched. “oh, god, bonnie, fuck— y’just so perfect— so good for me, baby.”

he continued humping his hips against your arse, the leaking tip of his cock running up and down your slick folds, making you mewl. he continued to huff into your neck, licking and sucking as he whimpered, his heart beating wildly in his chest

“johnny, please fuck me already—” you begged, and you had barely even finished before he was thrusting in, the fat head of his cock punching a moan from you as it dragged along the silky wet walls of your cunt

“oh, thank you thank you thank you—” johnny moaned as he began to fuck you; his thrusts quick and erratic, moaning and whining into your neck, his hands warm on your hips. he moaned again. “been thinkin’ about this perfect, wet pussy all fuckin’ day. fuck, been so desperate to stuff you with my cock— so fuckin’ desperate, bonnie”

after more hard thrusts, and after you had come around his cock once, he became lost in the pleasure, begging and whining and moaning for you to let him come

“please, baby, please— please let me come. please— oh, fuck— please let me come, i’ll— oh my god, baby— i’ll be good. i’ll be good for you. i’ll be your good boy, baby, jus’ please let me— ah, bonnie, fuck please— let me come in this pretty fuckin’ pussy, let me fill you up with my cum like— like a good boy—”

#filthy i tell you #captainfern #captainfernsalutes #soap smut #johnny soap mactavish #soap call of duty #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #fem reader #cod mw soap #cod smut

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kriffingstars · 6 months

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Johnny MacTavish; the point of no return

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: Johnny's resolve breaks, you're everything warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), SMUT (dirty, hot and everything in between), AFAB!Reader, MINORS DNI!! a/n: Holy hell, this is the most sensual and sinful thing I've ever written. Feedback would be greatly appreciated as I've never written smut before. Enjoy 2k of pure smut, ya dirty animals ;)

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It's sinful, the way you seat yourself on his lap, pressing sloppy kisses down from the sweet spot behind his ear that he never knew he had, to the base of his throat.

The way you so easily grind your hips into his, has him seeing stars. It could just be you though. Probably is.

Maybe it's also a little bit because he knows this is exactly what he shouldn't be doing. The thrill of disobeying orders isn't lost on you either.

He lets out a feverish groan as you slip your shirt over your head as his hands slip down your skin to settle on the outside of your thighs, grabbing at the flesh and pulling you infinitely closer.

"I really shouldn't," he says, once again, as one of his hands trails upwards to grab at the barely there fabric still covering your chest.

It sends chills down your spine, he lets out a breath as he watches your nipples pebble under his touch.

You pause, stopping all ministrations as you look at the man underneath you. His pupils are blown with lust, and his hair is messy from all the grabbing, chest heaving up and down.

"Johnny," you sigh, taking his face in your hands, your voice remains quiet and even.

"If you want to stop we absolutely can, I'll go to the sofa and we won't ever speak about this again,"

The tension is palpable, the blood rushing around your ears quietens the rest of the world. It's just you and him, in the safety of his room.

You can see the thoughts running through his mind.

You're here, in his lap, giving him everything he's been thinking about in the late hours of the night. All the thoughts, he's been pushing away are real, and they're in the palm of his hand just begging to be brought to fruition.

"You're going to be the death of me,"

It's all he mutters before surging forward, capturing you in a searing kiss, whilst expertly flipping him underneath you.

It's his turn to plaster you in sopping kisses, biting and soothing as his hands slip behind you, masterfully releasing the catch of your bra, flinging it behind him to god knows where.

"Fuck,"

That's all he can groan before latching onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and palming at your more neglected breast.

His hips are grinding into your core, and there's nothing you can do to hold back the breathy moan you let out as the friction hits just where you need him.

That's all he needs to know he's making the right decision.

Before you know it, he's moving lower, crawling backwards and your skin feels like it's on fire.

He repeats the same movements, kiss, bite, soothe and you're coming undone completely in front of him.

You've ruined everyone for him because no one smells the way you do, and he's sure no one will ever satiate him the way you have and you've barely even touched him.

He's slipping his fingers under the waistband of your borrowed trousers before your brain can even catch up.

"Look at you," he mutters, you know he's not talking to you. Just babbling to himself as he savours every second before taking the front of your panties in his teeth.

The way his stubble scratches on your abdomen sends a rush of heat all the way down to your toes. They curl at the sensation as your legs tighten around his body.

His hands are everywhere, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, only adding to the electric tension between your legs.

"You're ruining me, Sweets,"

It's barely audible, but he knows it's had the effect he wants from you when his eyes meet yours.

His gaze is domineering in the best way, satiating the burning attraction you've had for him since your first meeting.

"You going to let me taste you?" he murmurs as he lets his nose graze against your pubic bone, dangerously close to the place where you need him the most.

A chorus of pleases is all that you garble out, as you find yourself drunk over the intensity of him.

His fingers stroke you through the fabric of your panties, barely bringing you any relief before sliding the fabric down your legs.

His nails catch on your inner thighs, and once again he's sending ripples right to your core.

Even in your stupor, you can see and feel how much he's getting off on how pliable you are under his touches.

"I need-"

Your words are cut off by the ungodly groan you let out as his lips meet the bundle of nerves.

Kiss, bite, soothe, flick.

One arm is slung over your hips keeping you pinned, at the other one draws deadly patterns around your thighs.

"So good for me, Sweets."

"Always Johnny," you're panting now as pressure begins to mount.

His huff of breath sends a shiver through your spine, as you arch your back, his lips meeting you with the movement.

It's not long before his fingers join his mouth, stretching you out in the most tentative of touches.

He's not fast or hard, in the way you thought he would be. He's sensual and savouring, as if this is the last time he'll ever be able to bask in the light that is you.

You feel the orgasm approaching steadily, and he feels your legs squeezing him even tighter. His hips are gently rocking against the mattress beneath him as he gets himself off of your pleasure and mewls.

It isn't harsh or fast, it's gentle and climbs gradually before it takes control of you completely. Body spasming, toes curling, breath caught, as your eyes screw shut completely.

The's no breath in your lungs left to give as he crawls up your body, engulfing himself in all your senses.

"You're going to be the death of me," he says as he breathes oxygen back into your starved lungs.

His kiss is needy, all-consuming, but not overwhelming. Your hands release the sheets you didn't even realise you were gripping, before finding purchase in the strip of hair on his head.

His hands roam once again, committing every curve, divot and angle to memory. If this truly is his last night on earth, he wants to go remembering everything about you for eternity.

He's so completely drunk on you, that he doesn't notice your leg hooking underneath him or the jerk of your hips as you flip him onto his back, his hands pinned above his head, completely at your mercy.

"Want to make you feel good," you confess as your tongue leaves a path of glossy saliva from the base of his adam's apple to the sharp of his jaw.

You feel him swallow under your lips as you pepper open-mouthed kisses over his throat.

He can't even find the words to reply to you, but you don't need his words. His pants are enough for you to know he's all yours.

It's your turn to travel down his body now, nails scratching at his broad chest as they follow your sloppy kisses.

He's just as you imagined, not that his tight t-shirts left much to the imagination. All firm lines, and hard muscle. What you didn't expect was the dark hair that peppers him, trailing off at his stomach, before picking back up just below his navel.

His sweats are already pulled down, and they're gone before he can even take a new breath.

Your face is level with the tent in his boxers and you press a multitude of searing kisses through the black fabric.

"You-you don't have to," is all he can choke out, as he finds his words again.

He can feel the heat of your breath on his skin as you gently shush him, rubbing soothing strokes along his powerful thighs.

"I want to, will you let me?" you mumble, and this time it's your turn to catch his gaze from where you lie, nestled inbetween his legs.

That's all Johnny needs to become putty in your hands, his limbs are floppy and malleable and his hands sit exactly where you left them. Spread out above his head.

His sinful groans and pants increase tenfold as you pull him from his confines, placing languid kisses up and down him as you grip him at his base.

Johnny, your sweet Johnny, is a mess, as you pull take him deeper. The buck of his hips doesn't bother you as you let the spit drip down your chin.

You feel more powerful than ever, bringing a man with the resolve he has to his knees, with a series of touches.

He's knotting his fingers through your hair at the base of his neck pulling you off of him all too quickly for your liking, crashing his lips back onto yours as he goes.

He doesn't need to drag you up to him as you're scrambling with him in a mess of spit, skin and teeth before landing on his lap.

He takes a moment to grind into you as his hands snake behind you, fingers splayed as he tenderly tips you onto your back, crawling in between your legs once again, without breaking away from your lips...

"Wait there," he grins, knowing full well you're not moving from your spot as he leans back, hands fumbling around in a draw before coming into contact with the foil packet he was after.

"You're sure Sweets? Because you need to know we can never go back after this. Can't keep away from you."

The sincerity in his voice makes you pause, you can see the affection in his eyes, and there's no doubt in your mind that this is more than just physical.

"Good."

It's all you need to say as you take the packet from his fingers, ripping it open and coating your fingers in the slick gel that covers the contents and reaching to grasp him.

You're pinned down once again as he buries himself in you, strings of garbled nonsense spilling from his lips as he praises you. Telling you just how good you are, and how perfect you feel.

"Never letting you go now."

He starts slow and deep, pulling more mewls from the depths of your chest as you hook a leg around him, pulling him even closer, heel digging into the divot on the small of his back.

It's your turn to garble now, telling exactly how good he feels, how he's ruined you and how you can't get enough of him.

The smell of skin and sweat fill your senses and you swear you're drunk off of it.

His thrusts speed up as one of his hands slip between your bodies, all he wants is to make you feel good, and he's doing a damn good job at it.

Before things home to a crescendo, you're pushing him onto his back bouncing on your knees and pulling him even deeper.

If you thought he was a mess earlier he's ruined now.

His eyes are rolling back into his head as his hand finds you again, speeding up to bring your climax closer.

The bouncing stops, as you begin to grind faster and faster.

You feel electric, as a surge of energy bursts through you, spurring you on even more.

He goes completely slack as he melts into you, and you follow not long after. Riding out the aftershocks that buzz through both of your bodies, head resting on his heaving chest as you inhale as much air as you can into your lungs.

He's reaching for you again, and pulling you flush against his chest as he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear.

The comedown is slow and neither of you feel like moving as the blood rushing around in your head begins to quiet. It's tender, and dare say loving.

"Need to go and clean up, Sweets," he whispers, as he noses at your cheek, pushing his face closer to yours, leaving chaste kisses on your temple and cheek.

His lack of presence is engulfing as he sorts himself out in the bathroom, bringing a cool flannel into the bedroom for you.

Before you know it your head is tucked under his chin, legs tangled as he strokes slow circles into your skin.

"You're something else."

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artistcalledbella · 7 months

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Unfinished portrait of soap

#digital art #procreate #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty soap #cod modern warfare #cod mw soap #cod mw2 #cod mwii #john mactavish #soap mactavish #cod modern warfare 3 #cod mw3 #cod mwiii #soap cod

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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R/n, calling Ghost from a payphone: Um...Is Ghost there?

Soap, who answered Ghost’s phone: Only when he has to be. Who’s asking?

R/n, reluctantly: His ….friend, R/n.

Soap, skeptical that she’s telling the truth: Ha! Ghost doesn’t have any friends. Only people he hasn’t pissed off yet. Nice try lass!

R/n: No, wait I’m not lying! I know his real name!? it’s Si- *Soap hangs up* {R/n sees a gray van that had been tailing her turn the corner, she quickly runs for it.}

[Soap snickering as Ghost enters the office.]

Ghost: What’s so funny?

Soap: Some stupid prank caller, R/n or somethin’ said she knew ye.

{Ghost froze thinking he misheard...]

Ghost, eye twitches: You answered my phone...

Soap: Don’t worry told her bugger off.

Ghost, yanks Soap out of his chair by the shirt: You did WHAT?!

Soap, startled: w-What?

[Ghost angerly drops Johnny and immediately grabs his phone and tries to call back the payphone’s number.]

Ghost: C’mon...C’mon Doll, pick up...pick up for me darlin.

{He hangs up and calls back a few times as Soap watches on confused.]

Soap: W-wait, that lass wasn’t joking she really is yer friend?

Ghost: Shut up Johnny! …(Throws his phone) Dammit! Did she say something?

Soap: No, she just asked for you. What’s going on?

Ghost: You may have just gotten my fucking wife killed! that’s what’s going on! (Storms out of his office.)

{Soap stares at him gobsmacked as his brain short circuits.}

Soap, sputtering: Whawheae... WHAT!? SINCE WHEN WERE YE MARRIED?!

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[HERES PT 2!]

#S: Shamless #with some adlib added #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod mw ghost #afab reader #john soap mactavish #cod mw soap #Tw: possible kidnapping

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thedevillovesflowers · 2 months

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Late night with Soap 🧼

(part 2 of the late night series!)

#call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #art #soap mw2 #mw2 x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #cod mw soap #soap call of duty #john soap mactavish

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s3rrrpentine · 10 months

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miniwheat77 · 6 months

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Desperate. (Soap x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, unprotected p in v sex, car sex, Johnny being desperate ;), this was an ask, you can find that here. Sorry if I missed any! This was kinda short and sweet.

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Soap could see the way you kept tugging your dress down uncomfortably. He couldn’t help but smile.

The both of you had met in the military and had been dating for quite some time, and somehow in all of that time, he’d never taken you out on a proper date. Which led him to now. You were dressed up, as well as him. But you weren’t used to wearing what you had on and seemed uncomfortable. “Are you going to survive, lass?”

“Probably not.” You whine. “Why’d we have to get all dressed up again?” You ask. He smiles. That typical Johnny smile that was sure to give you butterflies. “Because. I’ve never taken you on a proper date.” He smiles. One of his hands rests on the steering wheel and the other is on top of your thigh. “It’s just so cruel of me to not show off such a pretty girl.” He winks. Earning an eye roll from you. “You’re so sappy.” You smile.

He pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant he’s bringing you. The both of you noticing how full it is. Which means he has to park way off where there’s no street lamps. Only darkness. He pulls into a parking spot, complaining.

When he gets out, he rushes around to your side, opening your door for you. You can’t help but smile. “Such a gentleman.” You giggle. “Cmon, take my hand darling. Don’t need you tripping over anything.” He nods. Leading you through the darkness into the restaurant. About an hour later, you’ve already finished your dinner. You’re working on a glass of wine, talking about your day.

It’s when he knows his love for you is bone deep.

Seeing you talking about everything. When you smile and talk about everything you love. When you’re telling a funny story and the tiny wrinkles by your eyes form when you’re smiling so wide. He’s always interested in what you have to say. He could sit and listen to you talk until the end of time. Johnny’s love for you has extended further than he ever thought possible. You’ve changed everything about him for the better and it seems to only get better.

“I think I’ve talked enough. How was your day Johnny?” You smile. “No, keep talking.” He nods. You laugh, looking down. “Cmon, I could listen to you talk for hours lass. Don’t let me stop you.” He rests his chin on his fist. His stubble is a tad bit grown out. His mohawk is overgrown. It’s because he’s been off work for a while. He’ll have you help him shave it before he goes back. You roll your eyes at him.

“Do you remember when we first started talking?” He asks.

You tilt your head. “What do you mean?“

“I mean.. when Price put us on watch together and we became friends.”

“Of course, how could I forget.” You look down. Blushing. “God. You always look so beautiful. Covered in blood and dirt. Still a complete goddess.”

You smile, looking down. Johnny can’t help but adjust the way he’s sitting. He’s getting hard. He just can’t help himself around you. You’re so pretty and so sweet. He stands up from the opposite side of the booth your in, scooting in next to you. “Cold?” You laugh. Feeling his hand on your thigh. “No. Just wanted to be closer to you.” He smiles. Sending you a wink as his hand slides up further. Feeling you jump under his touch, knee slamming into the table. Drawing eyes in your direction. He laughs at you. “Jesus-“ you gasp. “A warning.” You blush. Settles your wine glass. Your body stiffens as his hand moves higher. “Sorry, just keep thinking about it. Up in that watch tower. The first time we..” he trails off.

Your brows are brought together, eyes shut as he circles your clit with his fingers. “J-Johnny- people will see.” You whine. Your voice is so low he barely hears it. “Let them.” He mumbles. Without another warning, he’s circling two fingers into your opening.

Your panties are pushed to the side, if the restaurant wasn’t so loud you’re sure everyone could hear how wet he’s made you. You grip the table hard. Knuckles white with how hard you’re holding on. You’re trying to hold still. “Can I get you two anything else? Dessert maybe?” The waiter asks. “Oh no. Just the check lad. Thank you.” Johnny smiles. Not missing a single beat as he fingers you. You smile at the waiter, trying to lead on that everything is completely normal and that your boyfriend isn’t scissoring his fingers into your pussy under the table. You push your hips to the edge of the seat. Johnny tortures you, keeping the same painfully slow pace as the waiter brings back the check, takes his card, and brings back a ticket for him to sign. “You both have a great night.”

“You too.” Johnny smiles. Once he’s gone, Johnny turns to you. Lips brushing over your ear. “Can feel you tightening around my fingers. Cum for me.” He licks his lips. You grit your teeth hard, body shaking hard as you reach your peak lowering your head to rest on your arm, muffling your cries with your arm. He can’t help but smile at what he’s done to you. How easily you’ve turned to a mess just from the slightest touch from him. He lowers himself to you again. “Come on.” He breathes. He slides his fingers out of you, earning a gasp from your lips. You can’t muffle it.

You hurry out, cheeks burning. You follow behind him. “Cheap move you pulled back there MacTavish. When we get home you’re so-“

Johnny ripping open the back door of his car and pushing you inside cuts you off, gasping out. He pushes you in further, sliding in behind you. Slamming the door shut and locking it with the key fob. “Can’t wait until we get home. I need you now.” He breathes. He kisses you hard, pushing your dress up over your hips. He pulls away to attack your neck and you can’t help but give into him. “F-fuck. What’s gotten into you?” You smile.

“You. All fucking you.” He growls. “So fucking stunning, you drive me mad.” He glides his tongue over your jugular vein, feeling it throb with every pump of your heart. He doesn’t even take any of his own clothes off. Sliding his cock right through his slacks and lining himself up with your entrance. You’re letting out a chocked gasp when he glides through your folds. Bottoming out, filling you up to the hilt. “Fuck- John.” You cry. He wastes no time pulling his hips back, thrusting into you.

“Johnny- what if someone sees?” He laughs menacingly.

“What? You think that’ll stop me?” He shakes his head. Taking thrust after thrust into your sweet pussy. You clutch the front seats desperately. You’ve never seen him so riled up before.

“You just.. you’re so fucking beautiful. Everything you do is amazing a-and perfect.” He whines. “You’re so fucking amazing and what the hell you see in someone like me I’ll never understand.” He grits his teeth. “I hope you’re kidding- ah!” You cry out. Tilting your head back. “You’re so amazing Johnny. You’re so loving and caring.” You hiss as you feel the knot building in your stomach. “You’d do anything for those you love.” You pause. Forcing him to look at you. “And god you make me feel so good.” You laugh, seeing that cocky smile at his lips.

“You make me feel good too, so good.” He shakes his head. He lowers himself down into you further. It’s cramped in the back seat but you could care less. More focused on the way his veiny cock glides perfectly against your walls. “Lift your legs more.” He breathes. You listen to him immediately, unsure of what he wants. “Arch your back just a little bit for me darling.” He mumbles.

When you do it, you understand. He thrusts right up against that spongy spot inside of you, and you can’t help the cry that leaves your lips. “Got it.” He chuckles. He keeps a steady pace. Being sure to thrust right there, right into that spot. He knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows what makes you feel good. You’re everything to him, no matter what. Knowing your body in such intimate ways is just a bonus. He slows his thrusts, staring you down as he does. Seeing the way you start to squirm. He lowers his hand, running his fingertip along the expanse of your clit. Feeling you shiver beneath him. “Got to slow down, I’ll cum to soon.” He blushes. “Don’t care Johnny, so close.” You whine. Wiggling your hips slightly. “Please.” You mewl. “I’ll cum too soon.” He breathes. “Don’t care- please. Please Johnny.” You whine.

He grits his teeth. “Fuck it.” He shakes his head. His final thrusts are brutal. Slamming into you with such intensity that you slide up the seat further. Stopping yourself with your hands. You’re rubbing desperate circles over your clit, crying out with each thrust he takes into you. You’re close, right there.

“I-I’m gonna cum.” He hisses. He’s panting, each getting more and more desperate as he reaches his peak. “Fuck- fuck. Ugh!” He cries out. Burying himself into you to the hilt, your eyes widening as he fills you full. The coil built in your belly snaps from the warmth of him, feeling him throb so hard against your walls. You’re gone, sobbing as you reach your high. Johnny rubs your clit through your high, until you’re shoving his hand away. You tighten around him, each throb of your pussy making him jump. You both take a second to relax. Breathing hard.

“Fuck… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cut our date so short.” He laughs. Sitting up. “Think it went perfect to me.” You blush. He laughs. “Cmon, let’s go home. We’ll find something else to do to make the night better.”

You laugh.

“I don’t think this might can get any better, MacTavish.”

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