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John "Soap" MacTavish gifs [26/?]

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John "Soap" MacTavish gifs [25/?]

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John "Soap" MacTavish gifs [27/?]

[esteljune]

My headcanon is that Johnny has a habit of saying extremely sappy things before or during sex, whispering them softly in your ear or on your lips.

Things like "My heart beats for you, lass, you know that, aye?" or "Steamin' Jesus, bonnie, you're beautiful enough to hurt."

His accent is particularly pronounced in those moments, his voice deeper, thicker, almost a growl.

And it's something that can push you to the edge more than anything else.

[esteljune]

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish gifs [23/?]

Look at the size of this man

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John "Soap" MacTavish gifs [24/?]

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Tell me I'm not the only one obsessed with Johnny's mohawk. I bet his hair is soft even though he's clearly the type of guy who washes it with dish soap.

I feel this urge to tangle my fingers through the longer strands, tousle them just to see him vaguely annoyed, scratch his shaved scalp gently, cling to the sweat-soaked strands in the most intimate moments.

I have a feeling that Johnny is the type of man who would melt at this kind of touch, especially in the calm moments after making sex, when his head is resting on your chest and he's listening to your heartbeat slow down.

Also, I wouldn't be surprised if he blushed all the way to his ears if you ever complimented his mohawk or even told him you wouldn't want his hair cut any other way.

Try whispering it to him while you're in bed together and he might just want to make love to you until he passes out.

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I was thinking about Johnny's scent. I don't think he wears any cologne. If you get close to his neck, right where his beard ends and his hairline begins, and you inhale just slightly, making him shiver, you'll smell a faint scent of pine mixed with industrial soap and a vague hint of tobacco. You don't know why, but it reminds you of the smell of the sun, salt water, and the sea breeze sweeping over rocky green hills.

When Soap comes home from deployment, his natural scent will be mixed with a faint aroma of jet fuel and the disinfectant he used on his new wounds to keep you from worrying.

The best way to enjoy Sergeant John MacTavish, however, is when he's standing in front of you, captivated as you slowly remove his t-shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest. If you get close enough to make him blush, your fingers tracing the hot muscles, every scar, every fresh scratch, and his chest expanding like a bellows at your touch, you can smell his scent so strong it makes you dizzy.

That scent of sun mixed with the slightly acrid sweetness of sweat. In a kiss, when his tongue searches for yours and you let yourself go, you'll discover how intoxicating his taste can be. A bit too much scotch from the night before, that cigarette he smoked nervously before meeting you, and the coffee you made for him when he walked through the door.