#teehee!

No I do not think about Susie being the best kid ever and caring about her friends even if they're not present at the moment, and the familial bonds she's making and how much they clearly mean to her often. Nope.

BABES. I have been staring at this ask since you sent it and I am SO SORRY for how late this is!! I never forgot about you!!

Johnny MacTavish x F!Reader CW: Oral, Poly?141, Slight jealousy?, Cum eating

Johnny always knew when his lass fucked someone else. He could tell by the way her eyes were lighter and the flush that dusted her cheeks. It was obvious. But you never told him who. So, he resorted to other methods.

— You came back to your shared room after showering off the grime of a training day and found Johnny lounging on your bunk, legs splayed, boots still muddy from the field. He grinned at you in a way that was hungry and a little mean, but you hadn't seen him for hours, so it couldn't be about anything but needing you. Johnny always knew, though. He stripped you with that look and the next thing you knew, you were corralled and pinned against the wall, his mouth smashed on yours, tongue so deep it left you dizzy and panting.

"Missed ye, hen," he said, face already between your legs, his hands sure and unhurried. You tried to squirm free - half-hearted, because you wanted this too - but he just yanked your fatigues off and pressed his face to your cunt with zero preamble, licking a broad stripe from ass to clit. You shivered in response and he lapped at you for a while, slow at first, then faster, coming up every now and then to hum against your thigh or look at your face.

The first time it happened, you thought he was only teasing. He craned back, wiped his chin, and grinned with a glint. "Ahh, lass. Ye're trouble, ye ken?" You were confused and drunk on the way he worked your body, but then he said it: "Ye let Ghost fuck you, didn't ye?"

You felt your heart pound. You shouldn't have been shocked, but Johnny noticed things, he was like that. But how in the hell…?

He thumbed your spit-slick cunt and chuckled. "Could taste 'im on you, hen. Next time, clean up better, aye?" he said, and dug back in, as if he delighted in the evidence, as if he wanted to take you hard enough to overwrite it. It made your skin burn, made your blood rush.

After that, it became a game. You'd see how long it would take for Johnny to taste who had been inside you. Sometimes it was Simon, slow and gentle, hands big enough to cover your whole skull. Once it was Price, an experiment, a night of whisky and an old hurt between you both; Johnny caught it the next morning and bit your thigh hard enough to leave a bruise, but only laughed when you yelped.

Sometimes, you let it happen on purpose. You liked the way Johnny would growl against you, how he'd fuck you right after, hard, greedy, muttering that you were his. There was no jealousy, just this competitive hunger, always wanting to outdo the last taste.

Even now, you lay back on your bunk, legs spread wide for Johnny as he licked you clean, and you knew what he'd say before he said it. He sucked your swollen cunt hard, then pulled away and stared up at you, pupils blown. "Price again?"

You nodded, breathless and a little ashamed. "Mmhm-"

Johnny's eyes went soft. "S'okay hen, but ye ken I cannae have that." He dropped back down, buried his face in you, tongue fucking you through the aftertaste of someone else. He was obsessive like that - he wouldn't stop until he'd washed every trace of someone else away.

Sketchy fragments