#johnny mactavish cod

[babybunnydoodles]

After training nap

[prettybird-ie]

"si' love? could you get the door?"

mistake number one. you really shouldve just gone and answered it yourself. wouldnt be stuck in the middle of whatever shitshow this was.

"ye just feckin' left me! like ah was... a shite pair of underwear!"

simon riley stood solid infront of you, blocking you from the tantrum of the other man. his mean mug uncovered by the lack of his familar mask. blonde curls completely askew as he squinted away sleep, trying to reel together johnnys hooten and hollerin'. blonde brows furrowed completely, blinking slow.

johnny continued to point and proclaim. accusations that he probably created when blackout drunk, then decided to simply run with. he paced around your living room, pitiful as he whined and—

holy hell was he crying?

"mate, wot the fuck are ye talkin' 'bout?" johnny stopped. whipping around to face the both of you. sniffling as he glared at simon. yeah he had definitely been crying.

"[+] dumped me fer ye! like— like ah—" you pinched the bridge of your nose, glancing at simon. grey sweats hung low on his hips. youd deal with that later.

"johnny! i did not dump you! you completely forgot we were dating," you hissed. popping out around your big boyfriend and stomping closer to johnny. "and for the record, i met simon months later!"

"ah did nae! ye stopped reachin' eut!"

"the phone goes both ways you fucking idiot." his pout worsened, blues watery with dramatic tears as he fell to his knees and grabbed at your legs. howling like a man lost.

"what the hell are you doing? get up!" you shove at his head, growling curses as attemps to peel him away go unnoticed.

"...you two dated?" simons low voice rings through the wails of johnny. air shifts as you suck in a sharp breath. johnny stops from shaking your legs and you take the moment to rip away before your eyes settle on simon. chest hurling, taking a breath to recollect yourself.

you werent overly thrilled to be talking about exes with him, especially under circumstances where said ex was clawing at you desperately. nontheless however. "..i— yes, simon. this is my ex johnn—"

"you didn' fuckin' tell me when i was sitting straight 'cross from you?"

what?

johnny pales, hold on your legs constricting on instinct. he stutters, weary of looking his best friend in the eye.

"what? simon, no we broke up seven months before i ever met you," your voice tinges as a desperate plea, silence in the room static as you think his anger is directed at you. telling him of your past relationships didnt seem like something hed want to know.

but alas, simon riley was a man of paranoia. "i didnt know youd want to know an—"

johnny unslinks his hold around you. moving his head away with your shoving hand. he sighs, falling back on his heels. "lad means me, hen."

brows furrow as you glance between them. stepping back when you feel the tension brewing inbetween. feeling as if you were in the middle of their breakup.

"ah din say, because ah didn' knen how," the air electricifies.

"johnny," simon barks. lieutenant voice booming in your ears. both you and the scott go ridgid, fear turning your stomachs. "get the fuck up."

warbled groans leave your ex as he stands back on his feet. frown still evident, a twist at a usually grinning face. he glances with guilt weighed eyes. huffing as he tears them away from simons.

"ah just.. shite. ah didn' know what tae say wi' the breakup," he grits out, words forced out of his throat and laid bare before you both.

"an' ah didn agree.." he hisses. you scowl in offense.

you stand quiet. watching as the scott flexes his left hand anxiously. always did when you were onto him for stealing your favorite body scrub.

simons breathing is quiet. staring at johnny in astonishment, never did he believe johnny would keep as big of a secret as he did. never with the likes of you involved.

simon confied in johnny the most after the big reveal. johnny was the first to know the true depths his heart went for you. heard it first; simons plans to first say 'i love you'.

not once did johnny say a word.

"si', ahm really serry."

you almost feel bad for johnny, you knew he was close with his teammates. probably kept your past relations a secret in hopes to not disrupt things between you and simon himself. ghost was a loyal thing. simon would understand his position.

"out johnny." or not.

eyes widen and stare at simon. johnny hiccups, looking ready to cry all over again. you want to speak up, tell them both to shut the fuck up and truly understand eachother.

johnnys out the door before you get the courage. it slams in his temper, leaving you with damage control.

[arika0007]

I watched the trailer and oh my god, I want to believe that Simon is wearing Johnny's scarf, which has long since lost its sergeant scent. That elusive scent that Riley desperately tried to catch at night 🥹😭❤️‍🔥

[etherealizzie]

feral at the thought of domestic mornings with john mactavish who fucks you all sleepy and desperate.

he’s rutting against your slick cunt, listening to your own whines and ‘please’ before johnny slips practically fucks you sideways. resting your leg on his shoulder and pressing his thumb against your clit.

“so tight, so pretty for me bon..”

johnny whispers, his eyes shut as he fucks up into your pretty pussy. you’re whimpering, feeling the warmth of his dick against your walls.

“jooohnny, baby, so good..” your voice trails off, hands in the sheets, and your eyes on johnny.

god, he looks so fucking good above you.

before you feel johnny’s hips stutter. you groan, feeling the warmth of his cum fill you up wonderfully. you’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“morning, bonnie.” johnny says, a huge grin on his face before he presses a sweet kiss to your temple.

“gmornin’ love.” you smile, whimpering at the feel of him pulling out. johnny lays on his side, pressing kisses up against your shoulder as you sigh. johnny eases up, smiling and draping an arm around your waist.

yeah. it was a good morning.

[dmitriene]

I HAVE ANOTHER ONE FOR YOU AND I’M CRYING

tell me this ain’t soap

hell you feed me 😭

johnny is a bit of a dog for you, respectfully, or not exactly, but he ain't means no well, just simply obsessed, to the point he's ready to kneel at your feet and go all about worshipping, anything you'll want, gifts, kisses, trips, his naughty grinning face between your thighs? he's all up for the ride, just say your word, bird.

so, if you'll ask him to bark like he wants it, he damn would until his voice will break down to hoarse, wheezing rasp, no sign of regret on his smug, sweet face, only sharp glistening baby blue eyes and canine flashing grin, one eyebrow up in a little question, body leaning forward to lean on the kitchen counter, bulky hands braced down, veins webbing up to the broad shoulders that stretch even wider, as johnny tilts his head aside with brown mohawk flopping and only one question gleaming in his gaze — “you gonna give me what i want?”

and so he fucks like a mutt as well, humping in rapid thrusts as if his main purpose to put a litter inside your gushing cunt, spasming repeatedly each time his leaky tip jams in against your sweet spot, making you shiver and spasm wholly, body restless, squirming and arching, your plump ass cushioning the rough slap of his broad, muscular hips, as johnny loses himself in the real work of bringing you to cloud nine, calloused thumb finding your clit between the slick smeared mess, making you claw into his forearms with a keen.

he's a simple man, make your beloved one happy and be happy yourself, so johnny is first to run circles if you would feel so, and it's never pointless — you give a sweet kiss against his chin scar, nestled over his scratchy stubble, cuddle over on his lap and let him smother you in kisses while scratching at his home messed hair, and of course, one thing he loves absolutely the most, spread your pretty legs and let him get what he starves for.

johnny is your pup boyfriend, so he carries this title with high chin and one wide palm groping at the swell of your plump ass.

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[peepawpricexhat]

Some sweet, wholesome Johnny content! ❤️

Consent is king Johnny who, when you're all out at the pub and you end up drinking one too many, makes sure to get you home safely.

He's in the process of getting you tucked into bed, and all the while, you're petting his mohawk and talking about how pretty his eyes are. Insistently slurring about how much you really really want to kiss him.

And Johnny? He's placing the bathroom trashcan beside your bed and the bottle of paracetamol on the nightstand.

"'Fraid no' tonight, hen. If I'm gonnae do anythin', it'll be when tha' bonnie brain of yours is clear enough for ye to say a proper yes, ken?"

And when he turns to leave and you grab his arm with a pout, asking for him to stay, he sighs with an amused smile.

"Aight ye wee troublemaker. Scooch on over."

He lays on top of the covers facing you, letting your hold on his arm slip to his hand before he grasps it and keeps it there.

And that's all he does, holding your hand until you fall asleep. Sleeps beside you just like that until you wake up in the morning with a pounding headache, and then he's up fetching a glass of water from the kitchen so you can take a paracetamol, and maybe a sleeve of crackers just in case you're feeling up to eating something.

[layne-star]

Cleaning up Johnny’s hair when he comes home from deployment.

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Johnny came home last night after months away on deployment. It’s the biggest gap you’ve had from each other since you’ve been together. Which also means it’s the most grown out Johnny’s hair has been since you’ve been around.

Which brings you to the present. Johnny sits on a stool shirtless in the bathroom, looking up at you expectantly with a sneaky grin.

“Johnny, I really think I’m gonna fuck it up.” You mumble, attaching the razor to the electric shaver.

“Don’t be so humble, love.” He brushes you off in response. “It’s easy to do.”

“Then you do it!” You retort, giving him an annoyed look.

“Aye, I want you to do it though.”

You sigh. Fine. It’ll be fine. He’s not gonna break up with you if you accidentally shave him bald. Probably, anyway.

Your cold sockless feet moved towards him with the razor. You flick it on.

“Just go along the pattern that’s already there, love.” Johnny reminds you, a teensy bit gentler than his usual playful tone.

So you do. You trace along the more grown-out strip of hair in the middle of his skull. Then the other side. You step back and giggle. Currently, he has two stripes of almost bald head, still having yet to shave the sides.

Johnny smirks at your giggle. “Alrigh’ no need to take the piss out of it.“

“Sorry, Johnny.” You stifle your giggles in order to finish the job. You carefully round his ears and clean up his sideburns. It doesn’t take long at all to finish.

You flick off the razor and take his chin in between your fingers, cooing. “Oh, so handsome now~”

Johnny, meanwhile, looks up at you with big round eyes as you coo, chubbing up at your praise without meaning to. His smirk is more of a melty smile. “I told you that you could do it.” He murmurs, leaning into your hand.

You sigh at his audacity to say ‘I told you so’ when he was just being so cute. “You ruin everything.” You huff, taking away your hand. But he laughs, standing up are wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug.

“Why’re you hard?!” You whine, squirming with fake displeasure on your face.

“Aye, you called me handsome. All it takes, love.”

You scoff. He kisses your lips in response.

[k1raichan]

Johnny MacTavish X Clean!Reader (fem coded) 18+!

MDNI!

A/n: when I say 'Clean' as in more organized, etc. Not a Clean Freak or smt. Then again, you could see it like that too. Or at least, more proper than Johnny is.

Now when Johnny says you are a clean freak, he is actually being affectionate. He knows how you like to keep things as hygienic as possible, and as order in possible, things scheduled as best as you could. And he actually loved that trait too, really. Found it so cute - would it even mess you about it. Like changing an items place just a inch. And, actually it didn't matter that much either but because he had that stupid grin, with a scoff you'd place it back to its original place.

So different than Johnny. He wasn't.. that much in order. Nothing like you. Not at all.

Would you be like this in bed too? Oh he tought about this a LOT. to finally have you under him- or above him, it didn't mattered much, really, as long as Johnny had you.

Would you be angry too when he had his dick in your mouth, unmoving, spit running down your chin as he didn't even let you swallow?

Would you be mad if he eat you out like the starving bastard he is, making a big mess on his face, your thighs, on the bed, your ass... Basically everywhere he could reach because he couldn't be slow or careful?

And when he finally cums, not only shooting inside but over your hole, at your chest, your stomach along the way, and maybe even face - to see you marked up.. would you push him away?

Or just accept it at all and in fact ask for more? Oh Johnny would give you more. He'd give you so much he would forget to take anything, and that's fine. What matters is you! <3

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