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Oh, Boy

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Pairing: Toxic FWB!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Sergeant!Reader x John “Soap” MacTavish Summary: (Request) An unexpected pregnancy leads to an early retirement, a baby shower, and a lot of feelings. Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 3.1K+ Categories: angst, like, HEAVY angst. CWs: unexpected pregnancy, indirect talk of abortion, self loathing Simon (as per usual) Notes: This is a combination of two requests. One asked for Simon reacting to the news of the reader’s pregnancy, the other asked for how Simon would act at the reader’s baby shower. Believe it or not tho, y’all, I think he’d be extremely respectful about both situations lol. Also, this isn’t proof read.

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This wasn’t the plan. This hadn’t even crossed your mind in all of your time with Johnny, and you weren’t planning on something like this for at least another five or so years…

You stood in the middle of your bathroom, unable to move or speak. You never imagined that a couple of lines would change your life, yet as you stared at the two pink lines on the four different pregnancy tests in front of, you felt a shift in the air. A knock comes at the door.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself. Your shaking hands crashed into the tests in panic. You push them all into the small trash can near the sink, working to bury them to the bottom before giving your hands a quick wash.

“Bonnie?” It’s Johnny who’s calling out for you, fist pounding on the door again. “Ye done wit’ yer shower? Debrief’s to start soon.”

You open the door. As soon as he sees you, a smile appears on his face. Your heart flutters. Even after ten years of knowing and working with each other, being together for seven years, and married for five, his smile still managed to make you weak in the knees. The large, sexy, hunky demolitions expert in front of you was your husband. A kind man, one who possessed an intelligence that hid behind a boisterous personality. John Soap MacTavish had given you his last name, and you still woke up in disbelief of the fact.

“There ye are,” he mutters, stepping close to you. He reaches to play with the damp ends of your hair before he kisses you. When he pulls away, his eyebrows furrow; he can tell that something is off. “Everything alright?”

You swallow hard and look back up at him. “Mhm,” you hum with a nod. “Just tired. Ready to get back home after debrief.” He opens his mouth to say something, but you grab hold of his hand and start leading him to the conference room. “Let’s go before the Captain gets mad.”

Johnny doesn’t say anything after that. Instead, he silently follows you into the conference room. During the entirety of the debrief, he can’t help but to stare you down. He can tell that there is something off about you. While you always stand at attention during a debrief, he notices just how stiff your body is. The only thing that is able to take his attention away from you is Price’s gruff voice when he says, “Alright. That’s all. I expect reports on my desk no later than three days from now. Understood?”

”Yes, sir,” the room rings. Then, everyone is on their way out.

Before you can run off again, Johnny is taking hold of your hand and taking you back to your barrack’s room. Once he gets you in and pushes the door behind you, you look up at him with tired eyes. “Johnny, I’m not really feeling the sex tonight—“

”—I don’t want to have sex with ye; I want to figure out what the hell is going on,” he interrupts. “You’ve been actin’ weird since we got back.”

You’re unsure if it’s due to the changes in your body or the way that his eyes are locked in on you, but you feel like you’re about to vomit. “Johnny…” Your voice comes out in a small and meek whisper. Though you don’t notice, your hands begin to shake. You find yourself choking on your words. How were you supposed to tell him? What would he say? You knew you had options, but which step would you take? Would he support you? Hate you?

He takes a careful step towards you, slowly reaching out to hold your face in his strong hands. “Bonnie,” he says. “I’m just worried; I want to help ye, but you’ve got to tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen that I don’t know about?”

Oh, Johnny. Your sweet, gentle giant of a husband. From the moment he decided that he would make you his, he’d always handled you with such love and care. That realization is what makes the dam break. With tears in your eyes, a couple falling down your face, you finally tell him. “Johnny, I’m pregnant…” You’d always been so careful. You were meant to switch from an oral contraceptive to an implant long ago, but you’d never found the time. Keeping a pill schedule while out on the field was challenging, so you and Johnny had opted for condoms when on active duty.

Something must have happened—likely a faulty rubber. You and Johnny rarely ever had time to get together while on active duty, but when you did, it was hot and heavy, filled with a desperation that was unmatched. In the heat of the moment, the two of you must have missed something.

All of these thoughts run through Johnny’s mind as he hears your words repeat over and over in his head, a silent echo bouncing around in his mind. It’s not that he’s unhappy with the news. He’s unsure of how to respond given the way that you’re feeling, so all he says is “okay.” He nods as he continues to process your words. “Okay… What do ye want to do?” He asks. “I’m with ye all the way.”

You look up at him. “Really?” You ask. “You’re… okay with this?”

He shrugs in response. “I know we’ve haven’t talked about it much—kids and all tha’—but I know that having a family with you? You’d make the best mum out there.” He pulls you in close, cradling his head to your chest. “And I know this wasn’t our plan for a few years at least, but if you wanna keep ‘em? I’m ready. If you decide that ye aren’t ready, though? I’m okay with that too, lovely.”

You wrap your arms around him. There’s a giant weight lifted off of your shoulders. Knowing that he supported you in whichever choice you decided to make was the biggest relief of all. “I love you, Johnny,” you tell him.

“I love ye too, hen.” He pulls back and wipes away any stray tears. “We can sleep on it tonight. We don’t need to make any decisions right now.”

He leads you to your bed, and the two of you lie down. He’s got you on top of him, his hands stroking your hair as he whispers to you. “It’ll be okay. We’re gonna be just fine.”

You believe him because in all your years of knowing him, John “Soap” MacTavish had never been anything but sincere with you.

When the morning comes, it’s a long and hard conversation. If you were to keep the child, where would the two of you settle down? Should the house hunting begin now or after the child is born? Are you to retire? When do you come back to the team, if you ever decide to? Would you even be allowed to? You’d already been given an exception to stay on 141 with Johnny after you’d gotten married. Bringing a child into this would change everything. Was it even safe to have a child? There were plenty of times you’d seen your fellow soldiers, both on and off 141, use a man’s wife and child as bait for an interrogation. Is that a possibility the two of you were ready for?

After a long deliberation, you’d finally agreed on a definitive answer. Yes. You were ready. There was nothing in the world that you and Johnny wouldn’t do to keep your family safe.

The two of you meet with Price in his office only an hour later. He can sense that whatever conversation you were about to have was important. There was no reason to pull him away from his work otherwise. When you drop the bomb on him, he blows air through his lips. He’s in complete disbelief of the news, but at the same time, he can’t say that he was surprised. It’s not like he didn’t know the two of you snuck around while on duty. “Well, congratulations,” he finally says. “So what’s the plan?”

The two of you settle on an early retirement for you. No way in hell would you be on the field or in constant training while you were with child. You’d get an appointment set up with some doctors, scheduled far in advance, and Johnny would get approved leave so that he could be with you for each one.

As the three of you sit in Price’s office, discussing the details of the plan, Simon stands outside. Your voices are muffled, but he’s able to hear the gist of it. The finished reports on his hands crumple beneath the force of him balling his fists together. He can’t walk away. Every word spoken between you, your husband, and the captain makes his chest hurt. That could have been him in there instead of Johnny. If he had just gotten the balls to admit that he wanted this with you, if he had just treated you with an ounce of respect, if he had refused to let his fear win over him, he’d be with you, holding your hand in absolute joy that you were carrying his child, but he’s not. Instead, he’s standing outside of the door, eavesdropping on what should be a very private conversation, hating himself more and more everyday for his decisions.

The same feeling creeps up on him when you and Johnny stand before him and the rest of the team a few hours later in the conference room. When you break the news of your early retirement and a baby on the way, Gaz smiles widely and immediately congratulates you, giving you a big hug. He moves to Johnny to ruffle his Mohawk. Meanwhile, Simon tucks himself away in the corner, leaning against the wall quietly. He’s got his balaclava on, and while he’s always been grateful to hide his face, this is one of those moments where he’s been extra grateful. He’s not sure he could handle everyone looking at his remorseful and jealous expression. Though, when he catches your eyes glance over at him, he’s got a feeling that you already know how he’s feeling.

You offer him a tight lipped smile, and he offers you a single nod. While you love your husband more than anything in this world, you sometimes wonder what could have been with Simon. You remember when he’d apologized to you, and you’re well aware of how much he hated the way he treated you. It’s hard not to think about what might have happened if he’d apologized just a few months earlier.

But then you look over to where Johnny claps his hand on Gaz’s back as the two hug, and you see his pearly white teeth as he smiles, overjoyed. It’s then that you feel in your heart that even if Simon was a bit earlier to realize what he truly felt for you, it wouldn’t have mattered. In every lifetime, in every timeline to exist, you would choose Johnny.

Eight months later, Simon still doesn’t think that he will ever heal from the heartbreak he created for himself. The baby shower you have is small and intimate, and it completely disregards the “no males allowed” rule, which is why he’s sitting on your couch as everyone around him celebrates the soon-to-come MacTavish—a boy named Rory. When you and Johnny had found out, the two of you were overjoyed.

Simon can see it on your face. Even eight months into your pregnancy, you’re still glowing. Though being a mother is something you weren’t expecting so soon, you were happy to become one. Your swollen, round belly protrudes through the pretty sundress you were wearing, and Johnny stands by your side, his hands resting on top of it. “That could have been me,” he thinks to himself. He pretends to be happy for you, and he is, but it’s hard to pretend that he’d give anything to be in the place of his best friend.

You sit in Johnny’s lap when it comes time to open gifts. Gaz, excited as ever to be an uncle, hands them off to you, and you open them together. Tons of boxes of diapers, toys, bottles, and clothes get handed off to you. There’s a big smile on your face as you open each of them. There are tears of joy in your eyes as you realize that in just a month's time, your baby boy would be here; you’d have the family you’d always wanted. Even though you don’t say it out loud, he can sense that you wouldn’t change anything about this moment.

He has to step out. He’s quiet, almost silent. The only reason why anyone, Price, notices is due to his large frame. He sits outside on the back porch for a few minutes, smoking a cigarette. As he stares at the bright blue sky, usually filled with gray clouds, he’s taken back to the first time he’d been in your home. The Christmas party where he’d indirectly told you about the feelings he held for you—the party where you told him to move on, but how could he? He’d spent the past ten years of his life working with you as your lieutenant, having your six, making sure that you were safe. He wouldn’t be so good at his job if he didn’t care about you.

He hears the back door slide open, and the sound of heavy boots on the wooden porch follows soon after. “What are you doing out here, son?” It’s Price.

Simon doesn’t bother looking over his shoulder. He continues to take a puff from the cigarette between his fingers before giving an answer. “Just needed some fresh air.”

”Well, you’re not gonna get it by smoking,” Price jests. He moves so that he’s standing next to him. “I’m sure this ain’t easy for you.” Simon gives him a look, which makes him laugh. “I’m not blind, Simon. I saw it back then, and I see it now—it was never a secret.” Silence. “You should be happy for ‘em—“

”I am,” Simon claims. The response is gruff, a bit snappy. “But like you said—it ain’t easy.”

Price nods. It’s a moment before he speaks again; he wants to choose his next words carefully. “You’ll find it for yourself soon,” he tells Simon. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but I know you will. Don’t spend the rest of your life beating yourself up for the decisions you did or didn’t make. I’m not gonna tell you to just move on because I know that isn’t helpful, but just be present in their life. That kid has three uncles, and you’re one of them; they want you around.”

Simon nods. “Yeah,” he grunts.

The sound of the door opening is heard once more. Price steps away, and suddenly, Simon sees you. You’re waddling a bit, your hands on your stomach. As if it’s instinct, he tosses his cigarette and puts it out with his boot before he places his own hand on the small of your back, supporting you.

“Hey,” you greet quietly. “Just wanted to come out here and say thank you for the gifts, and thanks for coming. Johnny and I appreciate it.”

”No problem,” Simon says. “I’m… Real happy for you two. I can see how excited you guys are.”

You nod in response. An awkward silence fills the air. Even though you’d forgiven Simon, told him you’d like to move on, you can’t help but wonder if things would ever go back to the way they were before you and Simon had even started sleeping together. In your heart, you know that the answer is a resounding no. Even if you moved on, married his best friend, and are now pregnant with a child that isn’t his, you cannot deny that the two of you had once had a connection, even if he refused to believe it back then.

“I know that… Seeing me live this life with Johnny probably hasn’t been easy for you, but I want you in our lives, Simon; you’re his best friend,” you finally speak. “And you’re important to me too—more than you will ever know.”

Simon doesn’t say anything back. Instead, he just listens. Maybe if he had taken the time to do that in the past—listened to your words and your non-verbal cues—things would have been different. It’s all he ever thinks about when you’re around. What could he have done differently to change the outcome of this situation?

”And though I know John and Kyle are gonna be great uncles, ones who’d do anything to protect their nephew, Rory is gonna need Uncle Simon too. I don’t think he’ll be able to make it without you,” you continue. “He’s gonna be blessed with so many great examples of men, and I want you to be one of them.”

Simon shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m a great example,” he disagrees.

You scoff. “Simon, despite everything that happened between us, you have never hesitated to have my back,” you argue. “And I’m not just talking about on duty. When Johnny and I get into arguments, you are the first person to knock some sense into him or help me understand his perspective… There are gonna be days where Johnny and I are fighting, and Rory is gonna want his Uncle Simon to help him out, you know.”

Simon’s eyes are sad as you speak to him. He knows that you’re right. It didn’t matter how angry he was at himself—he’d never let it stop him from being there for you. “I know,” he says. “I won’t stray; I promise.”

You pull him into his arms, and he swears his heart stops for a moment. He wishes he could have let you hold him back then, but he’d take what he could get. “You’re an amazing man, Simon Riley, and you’re gonna be the best uncle my kids could ever ask for… Don’t tell Gaz I said that though.”

He laughs, holding you gently. “Thanks for not hating me.”

“I could never,” you say. You pull back and look at him, and then you look at the door to your home. “Alright. Guess I should get back to the festivities, huh.”

“Let me help you,” he says, placing his hands back on your back. He helps you waddle back into the house where Johnny immediately meets you and pulls you back on to the couch.

He spends the rest of the party eating snacks and socializing with the other guests (Price and Gaz). Every time he looks back at you, he feels a tug on his heart. He’s happy that you’re happy; he just wishes he could be the reason for it.

#read this series a few months ago and have been dying to find it again #so glad there’s a new part #can’t wait to read #toxic fwb!simon Riley #Simon Riley x reader #Simon ghost Riley x reader #ghost x reader #john MacTavish x reader #john soap MacTavish x reader #soap x reader #soap MacTavish x reader #call of duty x reader

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prettypixels22 · 3 months

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love this!! ❤️ soap is my comfort character 🧼

6 Months

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish X Reader

Summary: Johnny would come to your rescue any time you needed. He is thoroughly protective of you.

Warning: light angst, fluffy. Not much tbh. It may be a little rushed?? Idk anymore😭

Word count: 2.6k

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This is Johnnys part two to his ‘You came? You called.’ Series.

His part one is here

Can’t tell if I hate this or not so hopefully yall like it🫶🏻

6 months.

6 months was how long it took before you introduced Johnny to your boyfriend. He wasn't sure if it was because he was deployed or because you were nervous about how he’d react to him

Because it was safe to say Johnny hated your boyfriend. It took him 6 months to meet him and less than 6 seconds to decide he hated him.

He didn’t like the way your boyfriend looked at you, or talked to and about you. He didn’t like the way your boyfriend's eyes would roam to other women when you weren’t looking. But he especially hated the way you smiled when you talked about him.

He hated the way your eyes would light up whenever his name left your lips. He hated the way you would blush when he would give you any sort of attention after ignoring you the whole night.

God if only you knew, Johnny would spend his days making you blush any chance he got. He’d give you so much attention you’d never have to beg him for a simple kiss on the cheek.

You’d never even worry about his attention being anywhere else but you because where else would they be if not you? His attention was already always on you, it had been since you two became best friends.

He tried to like your boyfriend he really did, or at least he wanted to be okay with him. Because your happiness topped anything he was feeling in the moment. He tried his hardest, he put on his best smile and was ready to lose you until he saw the cocky smirk your boyfriend had on his face when they made eye contact for the first time.

Johnny shook his hand stiffly as the other man sized him up. It was like he knew he had something that Johnny could only ever dream of having, your love. And what’s worse was the asshole never deserved it.

But he bit his tongue. Kept his opinions to himself, kept the harsh comments he had ready at bay.

Oh but how he wished he could hit your boyfriend, just once. One time would suffice. One time and he’d have it out of his system, one time to let him wipe the smug smile off his face.

That was all before your phone call though.

Now he was sat on his couch, knee bouncing anxiously as he tried to calm himself down. It was nearing the end of the second week of you staying with him and currently you were fast asleep in his bed, tears still staining your cheeks.

You were glad you left and he knew that but he also knew it was one of your longest relationships and when you loved someone you loved them with your whole heart.

Not only had he abused that but he tore it to shreds when he even suggested the idea of you cheating.

It made Johnny clench his jaw even tighter when he recalled the words. How would he think you were even capable of cheating when your whole world was him?

He couldn’t even fathom the possibility of ever laying a hand on you and it just made his body shake in anger the more he thought about it.

Although he didn’t really understand where this wave of anger came from, the moment his eyes landed on his phone he knew.

His phone was open on the coffee table in front of him, showing the text conversation between him and Price. His captain had just made him aware he was needed back at base in the next few days.

He never replied to it because instantly his mind was taken over with what he was going to do for you. The stress of trying to find a solution that would make you happy and keep you safe gave way to the thoughts of why you were hurting in the first place.

Then down the rabbit hole he went.

He stared long and hard at the message before he ultimately reached over and turned off his phone, leaving it there when he got up to go check on you.

You were still fast asleep when he reached his room and he took a moment to admire the scene in front of him. A scene he was sure he’d never have the pleasure of seeing everyday.

A scene of you wrapped up in his blankets, head resting on his pillows, on his bed. He couldn’t help the flutter he felt in his chest when he noticed you were also in one of his shirts.

His arms were crossed as he leaned against his door frame just taking you in when he noticed your phone buzzing and you rolled over to ignore it. He wasn’t trying to be nosy but he couldn’t help it when he caught a glimpse of your exes name from where he was.

Instantly he pushed himself off the doorframe and came closer. He stared down at your phone for a few seconds before declining the call and it was then he noticed the multiple missed calls and texts he had left you.

“Bloody Christ.” Johnny muttered to himself in distaste. How could the man not grab a hint?

“Johnny?” Immediately his attention was back on you. You, who turned to see who was bothering you while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Course Bonnie.” He soothed as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you while his hand came up to run through your hair as you laid your head back down completely content. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“‘S fine.” You watched him, noticing the way he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“I need to talk to you bout something.” He said softly while he moved his hand to hold one of yours. “Price called me in early, I have to go back to base.”

You shifted so you could see him better and he could see the worry starting to creep inside you. “You need me to leave?”

“What? No. No Bonnie, that's not what I’m gettin at.” He shook his head and held your hand tighter. “I want you..I want you to come with me.”

“Johnny-“

“There’s some apartments near the base that we can rent. You’ll have the space all to yourself for the most part when I’m away on missions, but this way I’ll be closer to you and I’ll come home to you every chance I get.” He could see the way your eyes widened at his words before his words even registered to him.

‘I’ll come home to you.’

Suddenly he was pulling himself away from you, “or if you want to stay here, you’re more than welcome to stay in my apartment but-“ you cut him off as you sat up quickly to grab his hand in yours again and it made him pause to take a breathe. “But if you stay here I can’t protect you like I want to. If you come with me, you’ll be far from him.”

He studied you, waiting for your reaction but all you did was play with his fingers. He felt like the silence was going to consume him until finally you met his gaze again.

“Okay.” You nodded, “when do we leave?”

The amount of relief that flooded his veins was unparalleled. He squeezed your hand again, “Few days.” And just like that you were getting up from the bed to go pack the little things you had taken with you.

6 months.

6 months was all it took for you to uproot your life and move with Johnny closer to base.

6 months was all it took for you and him to settle into this new normal. You both agreed on just renting a one bedroom apartment considering he would be gone most of the time.

You had even Invested in one of those pull out couches so he could sleep on that whenever he would come home.

But you never put up a fight when he one day he would start coming home to you and crash into the same bed as you.

You never put up a fight when he’d unconsciously, (or consciously. You weren’t sure anymore) wrap an arm around you and pull you as close to him as he could before falling asleep.

6 months was all it took for you and Johnny to fall into a normal schedule. Even when he was gone for days or weeks at a time whenever he came home it was like nothing changed.

You’d have the apartment cleaned and have dinner ready for him. It all felt so normal for the both of you.

He’d always greet you with a smile and a kiss on the head or if he had an extra strenuous mission he’d hug you and hold you for what would feel like hours.

The first few times he’d come home after a long time away you were always worried there would be some awkward tension there, especially when you started putting more and more of your things out.

He never complained. He loved that you made the small space feel like home and he wouldn’t admit that he loved coming home to a place that made him feel like he was surrounded by you.

6 months was all it took for you to forget about your ex boyfriend.

It was such an easy thing to do when Johnny had now surrounded your every thought. Any which way you turned you were reminded of the fact that your best friend cared for you.

Any time he could sense you were starting to fall back into bad memories he’d be right next to you giving you a new happy memory to cloud the old one.

Anytime he knew he’d be away for longer than a few days he would use every chance he got to call you or text you, anything just to check on you and make sure you were okay.

You were sure you hadn’t thought of your ex way before 6 months because how could you? It was so easy to forget him when you had Johnny. Between the late night cuddles, the forehead kisses he had gotten so used to giving you and the more soft intimate moments of just being in his presence.

Moments like this, with his hand around your waist and the other grasping your hand softly while he swayed to some song he put on in the background.

All this happening because of a comment you made, during dinner, about never having danced with someone before. Something Johnny couldn’t let just go unnoticed.

Next thing you knew he was on his feet, hand extended to you. You laughed him off at first but he made a grab motion before he just ultimately grabbed your hand and yanked you up.

The both of you already danced through a few songs while you talked about things you would normally talk about during dinner but dinner was on the table long forgotten for this moment.

He told you all about his task force and about Ghost who he said he hoped you could meet one day along with Gaz and price.

“They already know all about ya.” He had said it so cheekily with a smug grin on his face that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Talk about me a lot do you Johnny?”

He nodded immediately and tightened his hold, “everyday.” Your eyes widened at his response and you decided to leave it there while he swayed you through the next few songs.

He spun you around once before pulling you back into him and you smiled brightly at him before realizing how long you had been doing this.

“Johnny you don’t have to do this anymore, I think I got the hang of it after the first few songs.” You laughed at him softly, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink when he looked down at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Course I do.” He grinned. “You been through enough recently, least I can do ‘s give you a night to remember.”

You shook your head in disbelief, your hand holding onto his tighter. “You’ve already been doing that since that night.” Your voice trailed off as you recalled when he had come to your rescue.

Johnny frowned when you wouldn’t meet his gaze and he moved the hand from your waist to grip your chin softly and have you look at him again. “And I’ll do it as long as I’m breathing.”

Your breathe caught in your throat when you saw the intense sincerity. “Johnny..”

“You know that don’t you?” His eyes searched yours, looking for something you weren’t sure what. “You know I’d do anythin for you?”

You nodded softly as you whispered a quiet, ‘I know.’ You moved the hand you had wrapped around his neck to cup his cheek, your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe in. “What’re you thinking about?” You practically whispered and he opened his eyes again to look at you.

By now there was hardly any space left between the both of you and the hand he had holding your chin moved so he was also cupping your cheek. “Doesn't matter.”

“Matters to me. Please Johnny, what are you thinking about?” His eyes searched yours again before he seemed to find exactly what he was looking for and he moved forward slowly until his lips just barely brushed yours.

“How I don’t wan’ any o’ this to change.” He muttered against your lips. He loved the way he could see your gaze drop to his lips the second he did. “How I wan’ to have a life with you Bonnie.”

Your eyes met his again. “And how I really want ta kiss you.” You watched him swallow hard while he waited for your move.

“Then do it.” You whispered and it was all he needed to hear before he pulled you even closer and closed the gap.

His hand on your cheek moved up to tangle itself into your hair while the other moved down to your waist to pull you closer against him.

You couldn’t help the gasp of surprise by the intensity of his kiss, like he had been waiting to kiss you for as long as he could remember. Which he had.

When he kissed you it felt like everything was right with the world, like everything was as it should be now and you couldn’t help the way your hand moved to clutch onto his shirt for support.

He only pulled away when he felt your tremble against his hold and he was quickly scanning your face to make sure you were okay but you were already pulling him back down to you.

“I love you Johnny.” You muttered when you pulled away to breathe. The smile that broke out onto his face was a site you could get used to.

“Been waitin to hear those words for ages, lass.” Then he pulled you into a hug like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”

You were smiling too as you ran your fingers through his hair while he hugged you.

6 months could feel like a lifetime when spent with the right person.

Because 6 months is all it took for you to come to terms with the fact that you were irrevocably in love with John Mactavish.

And you had been all along.

The end

Also should I add more Ghosts characters to my scenarios? Like Logan and Hesh?

Also sorry if I disappear for a lil while again, gonna try and get more then one thing written before I start posting so then I can give u guys more content❤️

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader

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prettypixels22 · 4 months

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i adore this dynamic, especially with soap. 🧼 🖤 💛 🐈‍⬛ 🦮 🧼

golden retriever x black cat but it's Soap and his beloved headcanons

(p.s- fem!reader is a civilian) @sofasoap hope you like it :)

Honestly, the rest of the squad suddenly realize why Soap was relatively unfazed by Ghost once they meet you.

because it makes sense.

Soap has had a lot of practice handling someone with black cat energy™

that someone being you.

your deadpan expression makes it seem that you're not listening to his constant ramblings, but you are.

like picture this;

you and Johnny both sitting on the same couch.

you're knitting/reading/on your phone while your legs are on his lap.

and he's massaging your calf while he talks about how he saved an old lady's cat the other day.

Gaz and Simon are watching a game on tv but occasionally glance at you two and both of them think 'wow, this girl really isn't into him because she doesn't look remotely interested in one damn word he's saying'

but when Johnny pauses, you blink up and immediately ask "and then what happened? is the cat okay?"

he laughs, "Aren't you the least bit concerned about the little old lady?"

"I'm more concerned about how careless she is when it's clear to me that she can't handle an animal. I mean, the poor thing almost got ran over if you weren't there."

of course, he expects this. he knows you.

you tolerate humans solely for the fact that you have to share space with them. if it were up to you, you'd seclude yourself to a forest with three cats of your own and do nothing but indulge in your hobbies for all eternity.

but no, society requires you to have a stable job.

expect Soap to be wearing a beanie with cat ears from time to time.

he adores the things you knit/crotchet for him and he proudly shows them off when he's on active duty on the base.

he's definitely a kid on Christmas when he gets a care package from you.

and with good reason.

the first time he got a care package, he cried.

"What's in the box?" Gaz looks over Ghost's shoulder to try and see the contents of the package.

"Sweets." Ghost says, "Lots of em'."

"And a beanie." Alex lifts the item, smiling. "That's cute."

each item was labelled with a note tag.

Paper clips - 'in case you need to pick a lock'

Hair spray - 'good for styling your hair and as a makeshift flamethrower'

Sunscreen - 'so you don't get sunburn.'

Gummy bear jar - 'chewy little bugs to keep your filthy mouth busy'

Box of chocolates - 'for your sweet tooth. p.s: you might need to visit a dentist tho'

Beef jerky - 'save some for Simon'

Coco Pops - 'for a quick breakfast, in case you're in a hurry'

Moisturizer - 'take care of your skin, you moron'

Leg warmers - 'your cold feet are a fucking problem. fix that.'

Beanie with dog ears - 'you're the golden retriever to my black cat'

Some of the notes are a little passive-aggressive, but he doesn't mind because they crack him up. There were a few other things too, but the handwritten letters peppered with lipstick marks were the things that made him cry the most because no one has ever done something so sweet for him.

It's neatly packaged. Meticulously wrapped with his favourite colours. Made with lots of love. More love than he knows what to do with.

When he's home tho, it's the best thing ever because he can finally sit back and relax with you right by his side. And he can thank you in person the best way he can by showing you how much he really appreciates you.

usually, you don't like being around talkative people.

they're too loud, tell you all the things you don't need to hear on a typical afternoon.

but it's different with Johnny.

you like the gleeful tone in his voice when he speaks.

you like his joy.

it's never quiet when he's home but you don't mind.

and much as he knows that you don't mind him endlessly rambling about things, he does know when to shut up and keep things quiet for when you need to concentrate on something.

and as much as you know that he can't keep his mouth shut, you've grown to appreciate the sound of his voice for when he needs to get something off of his chest.

it's the perfect symbiotic relationship.

most people wouldn't think you guys would work out, but to their surprise, the two of you can't be apart for too long.

which means when Johnny gets the call from Price, it is an absolute nightmare.

it's not that bad tho because a few calls and texts, letters and packages sent is enough to keep you two going until he comes back home.

Masterlist

and don't think that you haven't threatened Ghost, Gaz and Price to keep your baby boy safe out there.

CoD Masterlist

#john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader

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going through this right now and this was a really comforting read. ❤️

do you think we could get the 141 bois with a military!reader who had a guard/attack dog with them, and went out on missions with reader, and the dog got KIA’d, and reader is taking it harshly, because they grew attached to said dog?

My dog recently passed away and I kinda just.. need some 141 bois.

🥃-

✎ i'm so sorry to hear that honey :( losing an animal is a horrible pain and i hope you're doing okay!!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, angst but i tried to keep it vague, otherwise pretty much just platonic fluff, not proofread

♡ to put it mildly, the 141 guys thought you were a bit weird when you first joined, along with your dog. you spent more time with the animal than you did with humans, training, doting, just generally being in the same space.

♡ eventually the team came to understand your bond together, and who doesn't love dogs? while it was always yours, it also kind of became the team's dog.

♡ so when price had to haul you over his shoulder while you screamed at him to let you go, to let you back in that ruined building, they all felt it. they felt it the entire way back to base, the absence of the waging tail and you cooing at it on the entire helicopter ride back.

♡ you try to pretend like you're doing okay for a couple of days afterward. brief smiles that didn't fit right on your sunken face, exchanging polite greetings that sounded so dull. they walk on eggshells, always unsure of what to say to help you.

♡ they wait for you to break, and when you finally do, they send kyle in first. they figure he has the best shot of conveying their empathy to you (he's just as awkward as the rest of them, he just volunteered himself to try to help you first because they were all just staring at each other when soap brought it up).

♡ he brings you a case of bottles of your favorite drink and snacks, dropping them on your desk before sitting next to you on your bed. he asks you faintly if you want to talk about it.

♡ he lets you get it out, lets you cry and rant and whatever you need in that moment while he sits with you. when your tears finally run dry and the weight in your chest doesn't feel as empty, kyle gives you a hug and rubs your back for a few moments.

♡ the other three men are waiting when he comes out, and kyle shrugs and says he thinks he helped. soap snorted and asked him "what's that mean?" and kyle explains briefly what happened.

♡ they manage to coax you out of your room the next day. ghost and price were somewhere else on the base, and kyle had taken over soap's attempt at cooking eggs (i sincerely believe soap can only cook well enough to keep himself alive while kyle is actually pretty good). they sit you down and make you eat. soap takes the credit for the eggs even though you obviously saw kyle finishing them, and it makes you laugh a bit.

♡ they drag you to sparring practice, despite your many, many protests. you find that that's where ghost and price have been. they put you up against ghost first, and you're convinced that they're trying to make you more depressed now.

♡ as soon as he's coming at you, you're in "soldier mode" again and just focus on trying not to land on your ass too hard when he throws you down. usually you're a good sport and always shake hands after the rounds, but frustration was bubbling up quick today with every time you got pinned. you found yourself putting more and more into it, until you were actually fighting, clawing, biting, doing whatever you could. ghost let you and he took it easily. it was exactly what he would have needed if he were in your position; he still didn't just let you win, though.

♡ soap doesn't really know how to help you in a big way, so he just makes sure the little things are taken care of. he helps you clean your weapons and makes sure kyle buys the right drinks for you when he sends him out even though kyle knows what to get. he sticks around you but doesn't make it seem like you're on suicide watch or anything, just that you don't have to be alone for too long. he makes sure you eat, and you always answer "yes" because you don't even want him to offer to cook for you.

♡ it takes a couple of months before you're almost back to your normal self. there's always something missing, and you still reach down to your side on instinct, but the pit in your stomach stops opening quite as wide. you learn how to remember the happy memories again.

♡ when you're ready and if you feel like it, price is the one that takes you to start looking for a new furry friend. you know everything there is to know about dogs, and he knows you know it all, but you still get lectured about what to look for and what to avoid and not to get too close in case they try to bite. basically, he just becomes your father.

♡ "not that one, 's lookin' at me funny," he'll say once you start looking at them. "that one won't even make it through the heli ride!" basically, he thinks none of the dogs here are good enough for you, even though they're all wonderful in their own ways. he almost walks away when you kneel down and start giving scratches to a pomeranian that hadn't stopped yipping since you'd walked in.

♡ while they may all be emotionally-stunted men, they know what loss is like. they'll be there for you in the ways that matter.

#cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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Headcanons for spending Christmas with call of duty characters

(feat. simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick, john price,

kate laswell, farah karim, alex keller, phillip graves)

a/n: for context, in each section you’re referenced to have kids with each character and, although not explicitly stated, the reader is implied to be a homebody but these headcanons are kept gender neutral. if you continue to read, i hope you enjoy.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Christmas is the best time for him to show how much he appreciates you and the kids

He’s not a bad parent, he’s always been very good with the kids

He provides for you all and takes care of them the best he can but he knows he can be emotionally distant at times

He can handle most situations involving his kids but when they get upset or argue with each other, he struggles and has to rely on you to help them

It’s not that he doesn’t want to emotionally connect with them, he just isn’t sure how and he’s not used to talking about his feelings

So gift giving is a good way for him to express that he does care and love you all

He likes both receiving and gifting things that are homemade or sentimental, he enjoys those kinds of gifts because they are specific to your little family and that makes it so special to him

Skulls become like a trademark to your family and tiny skull symbols are hidden in most gifts, wether it be a carving on a wooden item, an engraving on a piece of jewelry, an embroidery on fabric or even woven into those little bracelets kids like to make

Speaking of skulls, your kids definitely have skull designed sky masks that they used to stay warm when they play in the snow

The kids sit on the same sled and have Ghost pull them around, it’s so heart warming seeing your partner and children play while wearing the same masks like they’re a little family of ghosts

When your children go to bed, you talk to Simon about something they’ve been telling you recently, “The kids want a dog.”

You bring it up during one of those intimate times when he’s not wearing his mask and you feel like you can read his mind

Instead of the blank stare you usually see when all of his features, save for his eyes, are covered, you can see the slight changes in his expression

His eyebrows twitch and his jaw clenches, you can’t tell he doesn’t think it’s a good idea

“We can name him Riley,” you joke, “He can be our guard dog and protect us when you’re not around.”

Although you weren’t being serious, he actually started warming up to the idea

It wouldn’t be a puppy though, he’d take you to look at retired military dogs

There was one you two took a particular liking to, a german shepherd, he was a nice dog and in need of a good home but he also had the proper training to be able to protect you and the kids if need be

The kids loved him, of course, and he was very gentle with them, wagging his tail while they hugged and pet him

You ended up falling asleep to a Christmas movie, your family cuddled up together on the couch with your new dog

John “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny loves Christmas and eagerly waits for it to come around every year

There’s always a mountain of gifts around the Christmas tree

Half of the presents he bought, he purchased all the way back in January

He just gets so giddy seeing you and the kids enjoy his gifts that he immediately wants buy more after Christmas is over

Then when it finally gets close to December, you two have your kids’ Christmas lists to deal with

You two have to start wrapping them, at least, a week in advance because there’s no way you’re getting them all done in one night

Especially when you have to wait for the kids, who are pumped full of sugar from eating too many Christmas cookies, to go to sleep

So they get double the gifts and on top of that they get even more when you visit the MacTavish family (which is huge by the way)

Speaking of, when you do visit his family, you get to sit inside by the fireplace and drink hot cocoa with his parents and sisters and watch from the window while Soap takes your kids outside to play with their cousins and uncles in the snow

You get a front row seat to the comical scene of Johnny being hit with a snowball and dramatically collapsing to the grown, a swarm of children climbing over him and playfully attacking

He will play outside with his kids for hours, having snowball fights, building snowmen, sledding

He’d love to take them snowboarding one day, if only the military would grant him enough leave time to take them to a ski resort

While your kids play with their nieces and nephews, Soap will definitely try to sneak you away for some “alone time”

If you object to this and tell him him that you two need to go back and watch your kids, he’ll pull you into an empty room, large hands cradling your face as he tries to bargain with you, “Just lemme give you a quick kiss, bonnie. Hmm?”

But it’s never just a “quick kiss” and you don’t know how you keep falling for that

He’s so sweet when he’s affectionate, he’ll slow dance with you by the fireplace or run you a nice relaxing bath with rose petals, it’s a romantic and intimate way of showing you how much he loves you

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Since joining task force 141, he’s had to spend more time away from you and the kids then he’s used to

He misses you all a lot when he’s away but it makes each Christmas that much more special because he has to cherish every second he spends with you and your children

You two usually plan for Christmas together but since he’s been away you do most of the planning and he helps as much as he can when he finally returns home

If you’re cooking something and he knows what ingredient you’ll need next, he’ll grab it for you and set it on the counter before you even have the chance to ask

He also keeps the kids distracted so you can focus on dinner by building gingerbread houses with them, which were a lot harder than he was anticipating and by the time they got the house to stand, there were globs of frosting everywhere with gumdrops and mints scattered across the kitchen table

He cleans it all up though along with any mess you might’ve made while cooking dinner, he cleans the dishes and pans that you’ve used so you don’t have to worry about it later and wipes down the counter

You’re more excited than usual to invite your in-laws to Christmas Dinner

You’ve grown super close to them since Gaz joined Task Force 141, they were your rock during his absence

If you ever needed help with the kids or were just lonely, they would welcome you into their home with open arms

You’d sit with them and talk about how you missed Gaz or how good of a father and partner he was

They’d reminisce about raising him and the childhood they worked so hard to provide for him, going through a photo album of baby Kyle and explaining the backstory behind each picture

Throughout the dinner Gaz sees how close you’ve gotten with his family and it’s not just you, his kids have also grown accustomed to seeing their grandparents regularly

That Christmas is so hard for him because he just wants to be able to be with you and kids again

He knew what he was getting into when he joined 141 and he still believes in the cause but seeing his family get along and be happy makes it a challenge for him not to go back to the SAS

“You know I love you, right?” He’ll ask after dinner. He start saying it a lot more often because if something does happen to him, he doesn’t want their to be a doubt in your mind about how much he loves you and the kids

As the end of his leave time approaches, he kisses you nonstop and holds you and the kids tight, knowing he’ll have to say goodbye soon

John Price

Every year there’s at least one gift that relates to the military

It all started when your son wrote that he wanted nerf guns on his Christmas list one year

That Christmas you and your husband watched your son and daughter go to war with one another, running around the house and hiding under tables, trying to shoot each other with foam bullets

Price thought it was hilarious and the kids clearly enjoyed it, so he started gifting them foam weapons and toy sets with fake knives, grenades and binoculars

He enjoys watching his kids play with each other and was particularly amused one day when your son was army crawling around in the grass trying to sneak up on his sister

That next Christmas he got your son a ghillie suit which he became absolutely infatuated with

You’d call the kids in for dinner and your son would walk in looking like a mountain of grass

That one gift was what started the tradition of gifting actual military gear

While your daughter just likes getting things she and her brother can play together with, your son becomes interested in actual military equipment

His Christmas lists will start to include things like a tact helmet or vest

One time, he got them both night vision goggles which sucked for you because when he had to leave the kids wanted to stay up all night and play in the dark

(Side note: His kids have definitely picked up on words that relate to the military and war but they don’t fully know what the words mean so they’ll say things like “homework is propaganda”)

Something oddly specific that Price is thankful for is the fact that the older his kids get, the longer they want to sleep in

He loves watching the kids get excited from seeing the present under the tree and all but he enjoys the few hours he has in the morning where he can just hold you close

You two already don’t get to have a lot of time together because of your husband’s line of work and having two children didn’t help since most of your attention revolves around them

He cherishes the mornings where everything’s calm and quite and you’re curled up in his arms without a care in the world

Kate Laswell

She’s very efficient went it comes to buying the kids Christmas presents

When your kids write their Christmas lists, you two split the responsibility, she buys half and you buy the rest

It minimizes the time you have to spend buying gifts and you two usually get it done early so there’s no last minute present hunting, it makes the process quick and painless

During the week of Christmas, you two would take your kids to a café so they could have sweet treats for breakfast and a nice hot chocolate with a small candy cane to stir the piping liquid

After that you’d walk down the street, checking out different gift and pop-up shops so the kids could get Christmas souvenirs

Kate loves taking pictures of you all during the holidays and would definitely take your kids to get their pictures taken with a mall Santa

All of the photos would go in a photo album she has of all the happy memories and milestones you’ve all had over the years

The night before she has to leave for work again, you two sit on the porch and watch the snow fall

Your ears pick up on the sound of a quite ‘flck’ and you turn to see your wife lighting a cigarette, “Kate.”

A small chuckle escapes her lips, she knows how much you hate when she smokes, “It’s Christmas. Humor me, just this once.”

You don’t want your last night together to be a fight so you don’t push the issue but you don’t hide your disapproval either, “Those things are bad for you.”

She takes your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers, “Believe me, I’ve been through worse.”

You know she has and it’s why you worry each time she’s away, you brush your fingers against her knuckles, “Do you have to go?”

“Unfortunately,” she exhales the smoke from her cigarette, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, “But I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

Farah Karim

Similar to Ghost, she’s a good parent but sometimes struggles to connect with them emotionally

Your kids would absolutely adore her though

I mean, she’s the most badass role model any kid could have

They always make sure she’s involved in activities, even if she’s too busy to actual partake

She’ll be talking to one of her soldiers on the phone when, all of a sudden, her kids run up to her to hand her Christmas treats and hot cocoa that they made with you

She tends to think of her brother a lot during the holidays, gifting her kids things that she and Hadir enjoyed as children

She doesn’t ever want them to go through what she went through with her brother, first losing her parent and the Hadir turning on her

She teaches them to respect each other and will immediately shut down any fights they have

She appreciates that you light three candles each Christmas for her brother and parents, it’s a subtle acknowledgment of the family she’s lost without crossing any boundaries or opening up old wounds

Although a big portion of her time is preoccupied by the work she’s does to protect her homeland as well as you and your children, she always makes sure that on the holidays there will be a few days where her focus is solely on you and the kids

The kids eat this up and immediately put her to work, they love having her undivided attention and all the Christmas activities she wasn’t able to do before they have her do now

They’ve already make Christmas cookies with you so they’ll make gingerbread houses with her

I also think that because her soldiers are like family, they’d hold a small ceremony where each each soldier brings their loved ones and they pass around little homemade gifts that they made with their family

On the night of Christmas, you and Farah sit in front of the three candles you had lit, in a few minutes it’ll be twelve am and Christmas will officially be over

”Do you want to have the honor of blowing them out?” you ask

She gives you a soft smile, “I’ll let them burn a little longer.”

She wonders if her parents and brother can see her, if they’re glad to see her living a happy life with you and the kids

You move closer, wrapping an arm around her, “I’m sure they’d be proud of you, Farah. So proud.”

Alex Keller

I feel like he’d be such a good girl dad

On Christmas Eve morning, he’d be laying on his stomach in the living room with his daughters sitting on either side of him

Christmas movies would be playing in the background, his youngest letting him pick the colors for his hundredth friendship bracelet while his oldest crochets a snowman with a red and green scarf

His daughters are very crafty so they’d enjoy decorating the house and Christmas tree

After Thanksgiving when all of the Christmas stuff is on display, you’d take the girls shopping for lights, ornaments, tinsels, etc.

Alex will lift your youngest daughter so she can string up decorations while your oldest tells her if something needs to be moved to the right or left so everything’s perfectly even

They also like frosting Christmas cookies but instead of just slapping random colors on the cookie, they pick colors that look pretty together and try to be as neat as possible which contradicts their fathers hot mess of an icing job

You wouldn’t be surprised if they decided that they wanted to pick up cookie frosting as a hobby

There are things that Alex was able to do before, like run around with the kids in the snow, that he can’t do now because of his prosthetic leg

The girls don’t mind though, they actually go out of their way to make sure he’s comfortable, even treating him like he’s made out of glass at times despite the fact that he’s still actively fights in Urzikstan

But it’s sweet how much they care about their father and his well-being

While you’re cleaning up after dinner, Alex will wrap his arms around you from behind, his mustache tickling your skin as he presses soft kisses to your neck

He thanks you for dinner and tells you how good the food was

In turn, you tell him how much you and the girls miss him while he’s away, you jokingly add on, “I was hoping your leg would be enough to make you retire.”

He laughs at that and promising you that it won’t be long now, soon he’ll finally return to you and the kids for good

Phillip Graves

Considering he and Shadow Company work for whoever has the most money, you know he can afford anything on his kids Christmas list

He’ll send you a large sum of money while he’s away so you won’t have any trouble buying presents and the gifts he get you are usually quite expensive

In the weeks leading up to Christmas, you two message each other nonstop

You talk about what you got the kids, what you’ll be making for Christmas dinner, when he’s coming home, things like that

He’ll send you flirty text like “you know what I want for Christmas?” with a winky face or “Wear something pretty when I come home.”

The kids are always excited when their father comes home, they tell him what they wrote down on their Christmas list and which gifts they’re really hoping they get

He tells them that they better be good if they want all those presents, knowing damn well that you’ve already bought every single thing on those lists

I feel like he’d prefer a real tree over a fake tree for no other reason besides the fact that it looks better so each year he takes the kids to look at Christmas trees and, of course, the kids along with their father always want the biggest most badass looking tree

He’ll bring a tote bin up from the basement that’s full of last year’s Christmas decorations and you’ll all decorate the tree as a family

You cringe each time you watch pine needles fall as you wrap the tree in lights and tinsel, you know it’ll be a pain to clean up when Christmas is over but you let it happen every year anyway because you see how happy it makes your husband and children

When Graves puts the kids down for bed, you know exactly what he’s gonna do next

He exits the kids bedroom, closing the door behind him, and he’s on you in seconds

His lips capture yours in a heated kiss as he walks you towards your shared bedroom

“We need to wrap the kids’ presents-,” you try to remind him but he cuts you off with a kiss and tells you, “We can do that later, baby.”

photo creds (pinterest): goldeagleactual - ghost, soap/price, farah/alex | SimpsxCod - gaz | cavantine - kate | julikuli666 - graves

#cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #john price x reader #kate laswell x reader #farah karim x reader #alex keller x reader #phillip graves x reader

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horny thoughts (feat. john “soap” mactavish)

sex with soap was always phenomenal. but there’s a certain domesticity to it when you two go home for the holidays and you just can’t get enough.

christmas is always spent at his childhood home. it’s this big wooden house to accommodate his large family, there’s a balcony and plenty of windows to watch the snow fall and a cozy fireplace. it’s the perfect home for the winter time and you look forward to visiting every year.

and, of course, you get to spend time with his wonderful family. he has a slew of sisters, brothers, neices and nephews who have all accepted you as one of their own. it’s nice to be able to talk to his sibling and catch up on what’s been going on in each of your lives. you all rotate around the house, taking turns chatting, playing with the kids and helping his mother in the kitchen.

speaking of, his mother makes the best holiday feasts. after all, while raising her children she had many mouths to feed and different taste buds to accommodate. so it’s safe to say she knows a thing or two about making food that everyone will enjoy, even the pickiest of eaters.

once dinner is ready, everyone sits down at the table to eat. while your boyfriend and his brothers stuff their faces and complement their mothers cooking, the girls catch her up on everything you all talked about. soap’s parents ask you the same thing all parents ask their adult son’s significant other, when you two will give them a grandchild.

the answer is always the same, that it wouldn’t be ideal right now due to you both being in the military but maybe later in life. his mother tells you that if you ever change your mind then you’re more than welcome to live with her for as long as you need. she suggests that you could stay in johnny’s room and the guest room could be turned into a nursery. her thought process is that if you decide that you do want kids but agree that soap should stay in the military, then it would probably be easiest on you if you were with someone who could help you take care of the baby.

but that doesn’t stay the topic of discussion for long as the conversation shifts to her current grandchildren and how they’re doing in school. you think about it later that night though, while you’re lying in bed waiting for your boyfriend to finish up in the shower. the comforter still smells like him despite the fact that it’s been almost a year since you’ve visited. you stretch you’re arms across the large bed, thinking about everything his mom said.

you don’t want kids, it’s not the right time and for now you know you’re positive about that decision. but you do think about what your relationship would be like if your lives were normal. you imagine soap coming home from a regular nine to five job and having dinner ready for him. you imagine having all the time in the world to yourselves without being pulled apart for missions. you imagine being able to be as affectionate as you want without having to keep up a professional appearance. you imagine not having to worry that he’ll get hurt every time you two are apart. when he finally comes to bed, you’re able to sleep soundly knowing neither of you will wake up in the middle of the night to smoke and gunfire.

throughout the following week, you get to spend more quality time with his family. when christmas eve rolls around, you tell soap that you’re gonna head to bed early and ask if he can help his mom clean up in the kitchen for you. “of course. somethin’ wrong, bonnie?” you assure him that you’re fine but you keep it brief. you’d thought about saying something cheeky but you decided against it, you figured hinting that you had an “early gift” for him would ruin the surprise.

you started setting everything up as soon as you got to his room. you didn’t have a second to waste, you knew he’d be up to check on you after he was done in the kitchen. when soap makes it back to his room, he’s greeted with the sight of you glowing in the dim candlelight, you’re half bare skin decorated in sexy red lace with little silk bows to top it off.

“steamin’ bloody jesus.” he locks the door behind him and approaches you slowly, soaking up the image of you. “this all for me, bonnie?”

that night is the first you’ve had in a while, where you two can take your time and really enjoy the moment. you explore each other’s bodies with gentle caresses while johnny tenderly fucks you in his childhood bed, which is far more comfortable than the firm mattresses in the barracks. and afterwards, you got to relax in a nice warm bubble bath, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s chest as he littered your neck with kisses.

but clearly he wasn’t ready to end it there, since you were woken up very early the next morning to his hard cock poking the back of your thighs. his lips brushed against you ear, his gruff voice asking, “can i?” when he adds a desperate “please, bonnie.” how can you resist?

you laid on your stomach, lifting your hips and spreading your legs to give him better access. he slid a pillow under your hips so you could be comfortable while he did all the work since, after all, he was the one who woke you up with his neediness.

his forearms are placed on either side of you, dipping into the bed as he hovers over you. there’s a soft blanket draped over the both of you to keep you warm in the cold winter morning. your body sinks into the plush mattress as johnny stretches you open with his cock.

the bed frame creaks underneath you with each slow, powerful, thrust. you try to keep quiet as to not disturb his sleeping family. but you can’t help the small whimpers that escape your lips every now and then when the tip of his cock hits deep inside you. when footsteps echo down the hall, johnny’s body stills, his pelvis flush against your ass. you have to dig your teeth into the pillow to stop yourself from making any noise at feeling of being so full.

once the footsteps fade away, he continues his steady pace. you squirm beneath him, arching your back as his thick cock drags in and out of you. he slides his hand between your head and the pillow, his middle finger prodding at the corner of your mouth. you part your lips and take two of his fingers into your warm, wet, mouth. you turn your head to make contact with him with your lips wrapped around his meaty fingers and, for the first time that morning, his hips stuttered, breaking his perfect rhythm.

the two of you can’t keep your hands off each other for the rest of your stay. you spend most of your time in the bedroom, cuddled up in a loving, sensual, embrace. the slow, passionate, sex is such a nice change from the frantic quickies you’re forced to have back at base. you savor it as much as you can since you know that this paradise won’t last long. you memorize everything, his musky scent, the way his skin tastes, the feeling of him filling you up, the low growl in his throat when he’s trying to hold back his grunts and groans.

when you two aren’t busy pleasuring each other and decide to socialize with his family, you steal kisses each time you pass by each other. johnny gives you bear hugs from behind which is great until his hands start roaming your body a little too much. this always leads to the two of you sneaking away so you can make out and fondle each other. being able to do whatever you want together without the restrictions that come with being in the military, it’s pure bliss.

but, of course, it must end when you two are called back into duty. you say your goodbyes to his family and head off for whatever mission they’ve assigned you both to now. you eagerly await for the holidays next year and hope that you two will be lucky enough to get leave.

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