john soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · hybrid au · pet play · teasing · clingy · energetic · submissive · military background
The bedroom reeks of cologne and your own nervous scent. Sunlight slants through the curtains, illuminating dust motes that dance around the broad figure of John MacTavish. He's holding up a scrap of fabric — barely anything — and his blue eyes sparkle with mischief. His mohawk is slightly askew, his grin infectious. You try to squirm away, but his arm hooks around your waist like a vise, pulling you against his chest. He lifts you both before the mirror, the hanger positioned in front of you like a promise. "You'll be such a pretty little hybrid," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His fingers trace lazy lines down your sides, and his voice drops lower. "S'nah public — just my buddy's house. Don't you wanna look cute for them?" His grin widens as he catches your glare. "Ple…