22!Soap x 09!Soap (so confusing, so Johnny and John respectively)
Meeting your doppelganger from another reality was a mind fuck. Being bent over and pounded stupid by said doppelganger was insane in just about every reality.
"Captain..." Johnny whined. Panting against the older mans lips. Breath hitching with every powerful thrust.
Despite this man also supposedly also being 'John MacTavish', he was very different. A grizzled older soldier. Scarred and rough and so much larger than Johnny himself. He reminded Johnny strangely of his own father. He would have to unpack that later.
Seeing his own face, older and heavier, covered in hair, twisted in pleasure, was incredibly strange. This clone's brows pinched in exactly the same way Johnny's did when he was close. But his groans came out much lower. Gruff from years of smoking and yelling over gunfire.
"Ye like that, lad?"
Johnny nodded, eyes rolling back in his head as John's much thicker cock stretched him open. Hitting his prostate hard with every thrust. Sending pleasure shooting up Johnny's spine until he could barely think, let alone answer.
"Pathetic... ye ken?"
Johnny let out a confused whine. His legs starting to ache as they were pushed further back. Pinned down by the full weight of his doppelganger.
"Ah never once took cock this willingly... and ye fuckin' love it. How do ye think ye'll ever be captain when yer this much of a cock whore..."
John laughed loud at the pathetic sob he got in response. Slowing to grind his cock deep. Flicking the younger mans cock until the sob pitched up into a cry. Johnny's dick twitching as he came over his stomach between them.
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captain mactavish loved to see virgins squirm on his cock. johnny mactavish was a notable womb buster and virgin breaker. he loved to leave the pretty bonnies panting for more, he loved to leave them fucked out and whiny. pathetic little things under him. he loved watching the cute little things on base run to find emergency contraceptive because even if captain mactavish tried to use condoms, it was nothing like filling a bonnie full of his cum.
you were his favourite though, the kind of woman that left johnny panting for more. you made him more feral than an upright man. he was a captain and yet when you walked by, his cock got leaky with want.
he man handled you like you were a toy. bruise your soft hips and fuck you until he was trying to get you to taste his cum in the back of your throat. johnny spent too much time with the structure of the military, he was battle-worn so to lose control in your pretty pussy was a luxury that he knew he couldn't go without. there were a dozen pretty faces on base, but none of them lingered in johnny's mind. so when he got you on your back in his room and his strong arms planted on either side of you. his cock rubbed up against the front of your pussy, his words filthy, "we gotta get 'em reacquainted, hen. been gone too long, she probably misses me." his words curled around a base part of your brain that was fueled by sexual need. you whimpered a little bit, you were caged under your captain. he was painfully big and as a result of your many encounters. not even your toys from home could relieve the itch under your skin. your captain was the only person that could make you cum. and johnny was more than happy to shoot every last of his swimmers into your cunt. at least he'd be certain that no other man could have you. when he got his impressive length into you without too much noise from you. he licked his lips. those blue eyes of his were heavy with a sexual want and you thought you found heaven. especially when he leaned back on his heels and lifted your hips until your were bent in a way that your knees were to your ears. you soaked cunt on full display for him.
"captain." "don't worry, bonnie. i got ya. just stay there, hook your arms under your knees so ya don't fall over." his words were heavy, almost caring as if you couldn't feel his hard cock in your stomach. he held onto you tighter and started to move against you heavily. you kicked out your legs a little bit and you felt heat flood your cheeks as he fucked you. the bed squeaked under the both of you as he placed sloppy kisses on your skin. he couldn't wait till he got some time off with you, he took you back to his flat in glasgow and got to mark your pretty skin. he wanted to see how bruised he could make your neck before you two got stares in public. as if they couldn't smell his cum on your skin. shore leave sounded nice about now, pull a few strings and surprise, you're with johnny the entire time. that was the luxury of being a captain. if you thought about leaving him, then he'd pull every string he could get his hands on to get you back in his circle. but from the blissed out expression on your face as he fucked you, you weren't getting anywhere fast. at least not until johnny puts a baby in you. he heard you talk about not wanting children, he had already made the decision for you. it wouldn't be hard, you put your faith too much in birth control and johnny was not about playing dirty. everything had a failure rate, it was only a matter of time. especially when his cock head was pressed up against your cervix. and it made you drool against your covers when you turned your head to the side. he could feel your pretty cunt flutter around his achy cock. the idea of him being with the only made you'd ever be with excited him and made him thrust against you faster. you whimpered and arched your back. he knew when you came then your brain would go flat lined. and he was right, you clutched onto him as you came. back arched and you squeezed your eyes shut. you didn't even form words, you just made a sharp noise that made johnny feel really good. the sight of you made him cum quickly as well. a thrust of his hips to make sure that his cock was getting comfortable with our spongy little womb. a promise of things to come.
before you could muster the strength to go find a way to make sure you didn't get pregnant, johnny was already one step ahead of you. his cock was hard once more and you were on your stomach, back arched to let johnny fuck that sweet cunt once more. even if you tried to claw at the sheets in some half-assed attempt to escape, johnny would always over power you. you're not getting away that easily, so just lie that and let your captain do all the hard work.
"don't sniffle there, bonnie. you'll look a lot better with some baby fat on your hips." <3
I'm all for Captain MacTavish never really naming Ghost by a pet name - not during sex, not to tease him, not out of principle.
Because that man was deprived of his own name for so long, identity taken from him, convinced he wasn't a person.
To MacTavish, it's always Riley or Simon. The only exception is John calling him "baby" on rare occasions when the affection he holds gets too much and he needs to express exactly how loved his boy is.
Thanks for coming to my hc ted talk - I'm emotional about them. ðŸ˜
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Captain MacTavish yearned to see the crinkle of Lieutenant Riley’s eyes when he smiled. He cherished every time he caught a glimpse of it, whether that be after a particularly bad joke or that soft fondness when they laid tucked close each other on the cusp of sleep.
The Scot looked at him with a longing that rivalled how swooning maidens looked at dashing knights in shining armour. Riley was always cheeky with him, no hesitation just because John was his superior. Simon was sweet under that tough ‘ghost’ exterior. The first time he saw Simon smile without his balaclava he thought heaven had finally come down to earth. He wanted to see that every day for the rest of his life no matter what it took, John was a hopeless romantic at heart.
John often found himself fondly tracing the tips of his fingers over the small scars and creases that adorned the man’s face once he’d slipped into sleep when they ended up in the same bed. His precious boy. He’d protect him until the day he died he thought as he brushed through the cropped, dark brown hair.
His smile was the last thing he thought of as he bled out on that damned table. Though his last words uttered may have been on the mission, and Price’s voice echoing though his mind, his final thought was that he could be with his beloved lieutenant again.
