#vamp!cod

[dix0nspretty]

Tied in Knots

Summary: Being the only human on the task force is educational and entertaining- until you're compelled by the enemy to surrender information.

Task Force 141 x GN!Reader (implied??), Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x GN!Reader (implied), 1.3k words.

Era: MW2?

TW: Mind control, vampires (?), being tied up, compulsions, Price is a little... questionable when it comes to choices about his men lol. Don't mind control without consent if you're a vampire!

Trinket realizes he doesn't actually have to fully flesh out each and every prompt challenge, impossible.

Day 28 of my bastardized version of Russian Roulette Febuwhump/Kinktober for March that I'm affectionately calling Trinket's Cause of Death. It's basically 50/50 whump/kink where I generate a number corresponding to a prompt.

Day 28: Mind Control with Vamp!141 (whump)

For all intents and purposes, you’re the weak link in the 141. Not because of a lack of skills or experience or the like, nor because you’re younger than everybody else. It’s because you’re human.

You were assigned to work with the 141 task force both by Captain John Price and by the higher-ups within the SAS. It’s common knowledge that there’s something off about the boys within the force- eyes that look a bit too inhuman, canines a touch sharper than they should be. Reflexes quick enough to blur and a way in war that’s almost uncanny. Like a hunger buried just below the surface.

During your briefing to join the 141, you learned just what that was. Vampires. Not Twilight teen romance vampires, mind you, but the kind that’s just as likely to save an ally as to rip their throat out if they have a bad day. They needed a reminder of their humanity and that came in the package of little old you. Warm and human and so fragile.

Price looks at you as a tool- a way to realign his men with the good in the world, to jog their memories of what it was like to be so breakable. You don’t notice the way he looks at you at the end of a mission, the way he catalogues each and every injury on your body. Making sure you’re okay and not broken. Asset protection, he joked around his cigar when asked. “Can’t have the human go back in pieces, we might be next, love.”

Gaz seems uncertain about having you on the task force. He treats you well and is the one with the steadiest hands and most sated appetite when it comes to patching you up, but he looks at you as if thinking of a ghost, eyes lingering on bandages as if to make sure you don’t burn up and extinguish like a dying star.

Soap, to his credit, is utterly excited. Although his appetite is hard to keep in check sometimes, he adores having you around. He teaches you all the neat tips and tricks about vampires-compulsions, what it was like to be Ghost’s fledgling, things that can protect you and injure them. He’s trying to make you comfortable and feel at home simultaneously, always eager to soother over tensions.

Ghost is the scary one. How wouldn’t he be, huge and looming with those bloodred eyes and that skull mask staring you down without a word? You can feel the weight of his gaze on you every time you enter a room, thick and overbearing and begging for you to make a mistake that he can rectify by killing you. Even in your sleep, you can feel those eyes.

You don’t notice that he slips into the shadows of your room each and every night, eyes focused on ensuring you’re breathing. Making sure you stay tucked safe and sound into your bed, alive and warm and all too human. Or that he and Gaz take turns playing nightguard, memories of a long-lost loved one still haunting their minds. They won’t lose this one.

Nobody’s certain just how Graves and his Shadows got to you. You were never at Los Almas, spared from the situation entirely. There should’ve been no way for you to interact with the rival coven and the patch on your vest combined with the necklace around your throat marked you as coven 141 property and off-limits.

All the same, the room stinks of the American coven of vampires, the stench of a heavy compulsion laid by Graves rolling over you as you thrash and scream against the ropes keeping you tied down.

The look in your eyes is near-feral, hazed with the faint orange of Graves’s effect on you. The coven head himself somehow got around each and every protection laid on, in, and around you and mind-controlled you within an inch of your life. Your mission? Gather information, report back, and kill as many 141 men as possible.

You very nearly succeeded as well. Gaz is still patching up the hole in Soap’s chest from where you attempted to stake the Scot in his bed, still warm and sleepy from the night you’d spent together prior. He doesn’t have the heart to be upset with you, even as he curses and bitches at Gaz. No, Johnny is furious with whatever and whoever slipped up enough to put you in this situation in the first place.

When unable to obey a compulsion, the compulsed party goes insane, for lack of better phrasing. From the second that haze settles over you, the assigned task becomes your primary mission in life. It’s hard to complete a suicide mission when strapped to a chair.

Price works on freeing you of the compulsion while Ghost tracks down whatever information you may have already leaked to Shadow Company. It’s delicate work since without the ability to eliminate Graves, which would release you, John has to put you under a separate and stronger compulsion to undermine the first.

“Shhhh,” He tries to soothe your screaming, both hands holding onto your sweaty cheeks to keep you still while he works. “I know. I know, love, I know. It hurts, but you’re doing so well. So well, just listen, yeah?”

The pitch hits a new level as he lays your mind thicker and thicker with his own will overtop the Shadows’. Your body is rebelling, trembling and arching against the chair they tied you to.

Everything is screaming to kill, to obey Phillip’s order even while Price’s compulsion wraps around and tries to strangle it to nothingness. A gentle croon telling you to surrender your previous mission and sleep. Just sleep.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap curses to Gaz, looking over with worry and a pale face. “The lungs on that bird are going tae explode my head.”

You’re slowly giving into John’s influence, the sweet smells of black tea and cigar smoke soothing and washing away the foreign influence over you. It’s easier to give into John, to surrender yourself to the ancient vampire you trust with your life. “Sorry. I’m s… I’m sorry…”

“Nobody’s mad at you, love,” Price promises as he brushes sweaty hair from your face. “We’re mad at ourselves for not protecting you. They should have never been able to compel you.”

John would never admit it- not to you, not in court, maybe not even to his own men, but he’d compelled you ages ago. Nothing sinister, of course, but he’d placed what was supposed to be a barrier of protection against non-141 vampires in your mind. The only ones who were supposed to get in were them.

However Graves got around it is worrying and disconcerting. It spells less than savoury things ahead, for you and for the covens as a whole.

Graves’s influence finally snaps with a pained scream for you, entire body tensing and arching against your bonds before immediately passing out. John was successful in easing you into rest.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Price has to steady himself on the arm of your chair for just a moment, nauseous and dizzy from the amount of effort this took. He wouldn’t say he’s out of practice in the art of mind control, but it is certainly no longer one of his main skills. Compulsion does not hold up in court, as it stands.

“Are they going to be okay, Cap?” Gaz looks away from where Soap is bandaged and resting against the wall. The Sergeants are trying to hide their concern, but it’s a useless endeavour. He can see the shine of worry even from here- one their faces and on Ghost’s as the Lieutenant steps back in, nodding that he did indeed stop the flow of information.

“They’ll be fine,” Price confirms as he straightens up, back popping from the awkward position. “The headache’ll be one to write home about, but Graves’s hold is broken. Let’s find out what the fuck he thought he was doing then, hm?”

[latenightdaydreams]

Vamp! Reader and Human! Konig? :3 Riding him while drinking his blood hehe

yesssss

König x Vamp!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 2

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, blood, p in v

1.4k word count

🧛🏽‍♀️

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Since König retired from the military, he’s been seeking new thrills in life. Horangi told him about a ‘vampire’ club in the heart of Budapest. This piqued his interest; he took the almost three-hour drive one night and went looking for the hidden door to the underground club.

Dressed in black slacks and a black button-down shirt, his blonde hair slicked back and face shaved clean. König walks with a confident swagger as he sees a group of goth men walking down an alleyway. He follows behind at a safe distance. They arrive as a staircase that leads to a red door.

König approaches as the bouncer looks up at König, smiling at him, exposing fangs. König’s scarred face remains stoic.

“Have fun, handsome.”

König nods and enters the club. The music was loud and the lights low. He walks through the crowd of people to see a man sitting at a booth with two goth aesthetic women at his sides. His shirt was ripped open and their mouths were patched to his neck and chest. König lingered for a moment to realize what he was seeing. Small drops of blood drip from their lips as their hands explore the man’s body.

He turns and bumps right into you. You stare up at him and smile, flashing fangs as your eye’s onyx black. König studies you, trying to take in everything he can about you. There is something that is just calling him to you. His mouth drops open to speak, yet nothing comes out.

“You look like a lost puppy.” The sound of your voice is smooth and sensual.

“Your fangs look real…how do you do that?”

A soft giggle leaves your lips as you raise a hand to caress his arms. “They are real.” He reeks of sexual tension, lustful thoughts clouding his mind.

König laughs, his blue eyes trailing from your eyes down to your lips and cleavage. The tight black dress you’re wearing leaves little to the imagination. “So, you’re an actual vampire?”

“What? You don’t believe in vampires?” Your icy hands meet his.

“It’s just…hard to believe.” He looks at your small hand in his. Your skin is ice cold.

Another woman walks by with two marks on her neck, fresh blood trickling down as she’s led to the back by a taller male. “Are you all vampires?”

“Most, other than the donors that come.” You can smell how sweet König’s blood smells as you stay close to him.

“Donors?”

“Humans that give blood to vampires willingly… isn’t that why you’re here?”

“I—” König gazes down at you. “Yes.”

“So, what’s your name?”

“König. You?”

“Y/N.” You grab his hand and walk in the direction the couple before was.

König lets you drag him, following you without hesitation, as if you’ve hypnotized him. You move past a red velvet curtain that leads to a long hallway of rooms. Moans and grunts can be heard from behind the doors. He can feel adrenaline rush through his body as you turn and open one of the doors.

Inside, the room looks like a motel room, a small couch and a queen size bed. He walks in and looks around. The lights in the room give a red hue to everything around. König hears the sound of the door's latch closing. He turns and looks at you, eyes trailing down your body.

“So, what do we do from here?” His voice is low, cracking as he feels an indescribable lust for you.

“I think you know…” you reach behind your back and begin to unzip your dress, “what we do next.” Your dress slowly peels away from your body.

König swallows hard as he sees your full breasts, supple body, and delicate curves. He can feel his pants tighten as his cock hardens. You walk to him, grasping his cock through his pants. A shuttered breath leaves his lips.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable?”

König nods, his hands begin to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, only unbuttoning it half way down before he begins to undo his pants for you. You push him back; he lands on the couch behind him. You’re surprisingly strong for how small you are. It arouses König.

His erect cock free, standing upright as his pants rest around his thighs. König reaches out to grab your hip with one hand, guiding you to him. You can hear the sound of his heart beating quickly, his blood flowing through his veins quickly.

You straddle his waist, your vagina lingering over his cock. His smell overwhelms your senses, you just want to bite down on him. A small moan leaves your lips as König leans forward and flicks his tongue over your nipple lightly, eager to please you and be pleased.

“You smell…so sweet König.” You grab some of his hair and pull his head back.

König looks up and sees your black eyes now tinted red, slowly lightening. He looks at you in amazement, always thinking the supernatural was false. Your pillowy lips press against his in a passionate kiss. He groans into your kiss as his hands pull you down to his cock.

The tip slips in, causing you to moan. Your cunt clenched around him, warm and soaked, ready to accept his cock. His hips thrusting up into you more, he feels as if he’s been overcome with lust. He can’t control himself. He has to have you.

König easily fell under your spell. Your eyes red from hunger. Hands resting on his chest as you bounce your body up and down on his fat dick. You can feel his pulse through your palm on him. It’s becoming too much to ignore.

His hands wrap firmly around your ass, guiding you through the motions. König’s eyes close and his head drops back, completely exposing his neck to you. There is no more holding back.

You lean forward slowly, listening to König’s moans. Your teeth come out, aching to sink into his flesh. Lips touching the left side of his neck, you sink your teeth into him. A loud groan leaves his mouth. König leans his head more to the right to allow you more room.

His blood fills your mouth, your eyes flutter back as the warm coppery taste of his blood consumes you completely. König’s fingers grip your ass tighter, thrusting up into you harder. The pain from the bite, your tiny whimpers into his skin…he feels a raw primal lust for you.

“Fuck, y/n…” König grits his teeth as his big arms wrap around your body and hold you close to him. The plopping sound of your ass slamming down on him.

Retracting your fangs from his neck, you pull away and lick the blood that continues to drip out. Your now warm lips kiss up to his jawline, leading to his lips. König can taste his own blood on your lips.

“More.” He begs, the feelings of you drinking him is almost enough to bring him to orgasm in itself. His cock slipping in and out of your velvety cunt, he’s found heaven on earth here with you.

You trail your kiss back down his neck, without warning you bite down again. A louder groan leaves König’s lips. Your hips begin to rock on his cock, his hands drop to his side and lets you drink from him and ride him.

König feels as if he’s entered a trance-like state. His cock experiencing the highest form of ecstasy, traveling through his body. You feel a rush of energy, your hips moving faster than humanly possible on him. He can feel his blood dripping down his body, your fangs deep inside of him.

“Y/n…I…” König can’t even speak as his hands grab the cushions of the couch tightly. A haze comes out his thoughts as he feels light headed. No more words, only moans leave König’s lips as his cock pulsates deep inside of you.

Your lips stay latched to his neck; his arms wrap around you as he cums. Reluctantly, you pull your head away from his neck. You desperately lick at the sweet drops that continue to pour out, dripping down his chest.

“You taste perfect, König.”

“You…” König can’t even speak after experiencing you. Can a human experience even compare after you?

A cold hand caresses the side of König’s face. His chest rising and falling quickly. He looks at you through half lidded eyes, completely enamored. “Can…can we do this again?” He almost begs.

“Absolutely.” Your hands cup the sides of his face. “You know where to find me.”

“I don’t think I can be without you…” König whispers as his eyes trail down to your blood-stained lips.

Part 2

[xxzzh00]

Making sure that he wore clothes that shows lots of his skin underneath. So when you both are the only one in the room, you can drink his blood whenever you want and wherever you want. But even with that, you still refused to bite him and drink his blood, for whatever reason. there's that one time where you feel so thirsty, and needs blood right at that moment, he is so lucky that he is with you. the feeling of your fangs sinking into his neck feels like absolute heaven ♡

➺ your faves ♡

[timetravellingshinigami]

Phillip Graves was in that tank but survived by getting turned into a Twilight Vampire.

Inspired by this post

[boolger]

bloody love☆ Gaz x F!vamp!reader

☆ fem!reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 1,200 words

☆ Summary: you're Price's secretary and the Captain had been clear: nobody fuck the secretary - and nobody offer their blood to the secretary or he would get you a muzzle. It wasn’t unusual for vampires to be muzzled but it was fucking humiliating. But a certain Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick was making it really hard to follow those two rules - you had already broken the first with him, multiple times, and he wanted you to break the second.

☆ Tags: smut, p in v, vampires, gaz being beautiful, friends with benefits to lovers, hiding a relationship, vampire x human, blood, biting. kind of Dub-con to blood drinking? not dub-con for anything else

MDNI MDNI MDNI

“I don’t - fuck, Gaz, stop,” you pleaded, eyes rolling back as he rolled his hip in a perfect way, your mind turning into nothing but static for a moment. The sight of his pretty neck exposed like this, head tipped back, offering himself to you - it was so tempting. But you couldn’t. Shouldn’t.

It was bad enough that the two of you were fucking, you weren’t supposed to be. Price had been clear: nobody fuck the secretary - and nobody offer their blood to the secretary or he would get you a muzzle. It wasn’t unusual for vampires to be muzzled but it was fucking humiliating.

To be fair you had tried. Kept your distance, remained professional, but what the fuck where you supposed to do when Kyle fuckin’ Garrick fluttered his lashes at you - and after one too many drinks, admitted that you were the hottest thing to ever walk the earth? As if it wasn’t him? He had legit cried when you didn’t want to have sex with him that night, his drunken mind taking it as an entire rejection, meaning that you didn’t even like him. So yeah, you tried, two months had passed by now… and while you did fuck like rabbits, you hadn’t drunk Gaz’ blood. Not that he didn’t want you to, because bloody hell that man could beg prettily.

His hands were on your hips, fingers sinking into your soft skin; you could hear his pulse, it echoed through your ears. He moved his hips again, pulling you back to the moment.

“Holy fuck,” you whispered, focusing your gaze down on him again; he was smiling smugly, brown eyes taking you in, tongue swiping along his bottom lip slowly. He was fully naked beneath you, like an adonis, a man that could have inspired every artist to create their masterpiece. His eyes were blown from the lust and you clenched around his cock.

“Please, sweetheart,” he asked, moving you up a little, urging you to ride him again, so you did – one of the advantages of being a vampire was the fact you could continue to ride him forever, without your legs hurting. His cock filled you up so nicely, stretching your hole, the sound of your wet pussy almost felt too loud in his little room - knowing it would be bad if the two of you were caught but you didn’t care. Your fingers rested on his chest, feeling the heat from his body against your slightly cooler one, helping you keep your balance. 

The sounds of pleasure leaving him were addicting to you, something you wished you could get to hear all the time. 

“Gaz,” you moaned his name softly, riding him harder, your bodies colliding harder and harder, the thrust making thrills of pleasure shoot through you. So close to the edge, yet so far. The fangs hidden inside your gums arched, wanting to slide out, wanting to bite him, mark him - drink that sweet blood you could smell beneath his beautiful skin.

His grip hardened - and he suddenly moved, sitting up, impaling you fully on his cock, making you mewl out loud and curl your toes. His hands moved to rest on your ass, following the stretchmarks on your skin that he had chosen to memorize, kissing and licking them whenever he had a change. You grinded down on him, getting some friction - one of his hands stayed on your ass, while he licked two fingers on his right hand, before sliding it down in front of you, playing with your clit. 

“I want it, sweetheart,” he said, pupils blown with lust as he looked up through his lashes at your red eyes, “want it so badly, want you to bite me–”

“Can’t,” you whined, grinding against him, his cock filling you perfectly, tip of his cock teasing your cervix, pubes tickling against your own, sweat being shared between the two of you, “Price will muzzle me.”

You wouldn’t be able to kiss him then; wouldn’t be able to lay down with your head against his chest in the same way, wouldn’t be able to sneak off with him, spend the time with him that you shouldn’t.

“Won’t tell,” he whispered, “promisepromisepromis–”

You whined in despair.

“I know, but what - ah fuck - yes - right - what if he finds out?”

“He won’t,” Gaz promised, somehow managing to hump up into you even when sitting like this, “I wan’t it anyways, nothin’ wrong with it then.”

“Kylekylekyle,” you mewled his name like a prayer, again and again, as if he was a god you could worship, as if nothing else mattered; it didn’t really. The last two months, despite having to be around each other in secret, had been the best in your otherwise long life. It was as if Kyle had made colors appear in your gray world again, making you laugh, cry, feel. Feel good, bad, happy, confused, silly. You wanted everything with him and god if you didn’t want to sink your teeth into his skin.

Wanted to show him the pleasure that one could get from being bitten, wanted to taste the nectar of his body, wanted to mark him; letting every other vampire now, just from the smell, that he was a taken man. That he was yours.

You felt high on the pleasure he was bringing you and your hands dug into his shoulders a little, as you grinded against him, the pleasure blossoming between your bodies. You could feel his cock twitch inside you. 

“I’m close,” you whined, one of your hands moving to cup his cheek, resting your forehead against his, “I’m - ah - so fuckin’ close, Gaz.”

“Please,” he whispered, stealing a small kiss from you, continuing to rub your clit, sendings sparks through your body, “I need you.”

You kissed his lips, his nose and cheek, his eyelids as the two of you moaned and panted, a slow sensual dance towards the edge. His chin, his jaw and oh, Gaz did it again, tipping back his head, offering his neck to you - whispering your name. It dripped from his lips like honey, hypnotizing to your mind, whispering consent for it.

“Please, sweetheart,” he rolled his hips again, pressed a little harsher against your clit, “want - ah - want it so badly.”

You couldn’t help yourself, leaning down a little. You licked a stripe up along that pretty throat of his, tasting his sweat on your tongue - even that felt addicting and he moaned, even if you had done nothing but licking him. Again and again, covering his throat in a layer of salvia while the two of you began fucking a little harder.

It was so tempting. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t, but then another pleading whine left Gaz and oh, how had you denied him for two months? How had you turned him away?

He was the most precious being you had ever met - your fangs unsheathed themselves, ready for you to choose a spot on his neck. To give in, just like the both of you wanted to.

Your hands moved to cradle his head, licking one last time. Then you opened your mouth fully, sinking your teeth in.

It was euphoria. 

[vampsquerade]

SCREAMING LOOK WHO ELSE IS BACK

VELIKAN MY MAN MY HUSBAND MY BABYGIRL

[cod-dump]

Vamp would absolutely love it. He'd take it as a sign that Moose wasn't terrified of him. he'd then later that night walk around the compound at midnight dressed as Dracula drinking the "blood" packs. It'd also be his weird way of letting moose know he likes it.

Shadow: Uh... Vamp is that you?

Vamp: *trying to sound like Dracula* who is dis vamp?! I am COUNT FANG! *proceeds to charge at the shadow.*

Shadow: *runs away terrified*

Sunny: *watching the whole thing.* this is why we never get invited back.

-🌻🦇

Graves is watching this unfold on the cameras, snacking on candy the whole time. Moose ends up seeing Vamp and just dies, embarrassment from the email flooding back. Graves is enjoying the show way too much.

[celestialprincesse]

ANGIE MY BELOVED!!! HOW ARE YOU HOW HAVE YOU BEENNN

i fed and pet a fucking ferret today i feel like a disney princess

I love ferrets oh my goodness!

One of the girls I babysit has a rabbit n petting it is like literal therapy he's just the cutest thing ever🫶 There's no feeling more princess-y than bonding with animals I swear every time I get all cuddly with my horse it makes me feel like aurora or some shit🫠

I've been okay! Very excited to get finals out of the way and go on vacation (I booked a vacation! So so exciting!) I can't wait for the summer break and to have time to ride and write and do lovely happy things 💕

[dhampiravidi]

Part 1/5 of @yeenybeanies amazing Vamp!Soap saga (completed!)

urban fantasy, pining, slight angst balanced by fluff, I LOVE THIS--

@cod-dump @ghcstao3 @lt-ghxst

[hatsbuckets]

Horny asks or som'n som'n I saw earlier and just, my thoughts went sideways earlier.

So som'n som'n a) vampires when they yawn do it like snakes where their fangs come out and stuff

Som'n som'n b) vampires who need extra salt in the winter, cause good vamplings that don't hunt humans, can gorge on animals they find all they want and desperately need more salt intake. What better substitute then salt or cum. Their body would happily, and kinda really needs it anyways, absorb it from any possible source.

C) little fat gorged vamplings all too happy to be dicked/pussied down and suck off anyone the little bloody sluts.

D( no I don't know where I was going with this, just woke up from a nap but enjoy that idea. 🙂‍↕️

Reading this was like getting punched in a boxing match but in like a really good way. Like Wham. But also wham ! And it kept getting better. About to CoD and 141 ur idea hottie nonny 🙏 this was so fun to write up omg it just got longer and longer. I want more.

I wrote this for the entirety of the last basketball game. Quick and unedited.

18+ smut at the end.

Imagine like, a world where Vampires are integrated-ish, vampires make up about so about 3-5% of the pop. (250-300 million), more than enough that they become a regular part of society. (pretend all the legal/cultural stuff solves itself mostly womp womp)

In this world, attack dog vampires are favored. Vampires utilized for military, policing, PMCs, security. Vamps have other jobs in the world of course, the notable ones include being paid universal blood donors (this is an idea I've been obsessed with since I've discovered vampires as a kid but idk how to explain my reasoning. Like you only get turned vampy with bite and blood, but blood alone is good), sex workers who know their niche, dangerous/high risk jobs, and an all-vampire UFC type fighting ring where fights are crazy and so cool.

Important note, biting & the biting vampire's blood turns people. Not just a bite. It takes both.

Anyway, back to our boys. Price, who's as human as they come ("booooo Hat whyyy" shhhhhhh). He's been in long enough to have seen his fair share of Vamps. They get treated pretty rough in the military, blood lust can become an issue if they don't train 'em hard and keep 'em on a leash.

Vampire Ghost who got turned by Roba. (Roba didn't know what he created. Thought he killed Ghost, turns out he made a vampire. Something something Ghost as Roba's spawn eats at Ghost for years). Ghost comes out blood fuckin' thirsty and raging. Kills Roba and everyone. He gorges for days on the bodies in his wake before Price finds him. Price helps him fix it as best he can. But Ghost's days on fresh blood in his rage is near irreversible. He can live on animals, needs human blood to thrive. Price let's Ghost use what he needs. Ghost is near toxicly dependent on Price for emotional, physical, and sexual stability. It's a dangerous relationship. Price knows that. But no one's denying that Ghost, flaring his fangs like a damn demon, mask cut or modified so that when it happens it works, is a scary, terrifying fucking beast in the field.

Vampire Gaz who grew up a natural born vampire. His family is ancient. Well known family, renowned for their service and deeds to humanity, and vampires. He knows how to take care of himself. Knows what animals are his favorite. He's a balancing force on the 141. He has his moments, like any vamp, but Price knows that a good meal normally calms him down. Or a good fuck. Gaz'll take both. Flares his fangs when he's feeling threatened, but grew up with the vampire culture to know, when how, and what it means. (Unlike Ghost, who's just a scary, biting dog)

Human Soap (I'm sorry I couldn't help myself) who grew up around enough vamps to not be worried about it in the slightest. Joining the military only exposed him more. And as he understands it, it's only right to let your vampire brother in arms suck your cock to make sure he's okay in the winter. (*Cough* Whore.)

Then he gets the invitation from the Captain. And joining the 141, full of the most elite vampires in the world, is a crazy time. These bastards are fun. They snarl at the enemy when shit hits the fan. Gaz's lip twitches when Soap annoys him, exposing his left fang. They fight damn fuckin' good.

And at this point, Ghost has chilled tf out and leads his unit well. But Soap notices the tension after missions. Soap notices when Ghost disappears for a night or three with Price. Soap knows, eventually, what it means. (Price either hides the bites well, or Ghost isn't biting his neck. (thighbitesthighbitesthighbites).)

As time passes, the vamps do get protective of their humans on the 141. Gaz does not miss the opportunity to explain that it's an instinct: protect your humans because they're your source of life.

And Gaz is protective at worst. A little defensive, but he knows how to control it, what it is. Knows that when he exposes his fangs at Alejandro (and Ale does it back) there's no hard feelings, it's just posturing, just making sure Ale knows that Price and Soap are his.

Price lets it go. Soap adores and teases the affection from Gaz.

Ghost, on the other hand, doesn't know better, well logically he knows, but damn if logic isn't stronger than his blood instinct. Damn if it isn't Price who keeps him fucking alive so any threat to Price is a direct threat to himself. (But also hnnnggg ghostprice)

And then, eventually of course, Johnny happens. In this universe, after an event like Alone in Las Almas, Soap and Ghost are exhausted. Ghost hasn't seen Price in at least 2 weeks, maybe more, he's itching for blood, for something. Soap's bleeding wound doesn't help at all. Ghost can smell him the entire truck ride. Hear his heart hammering to keep up. Can see how much calmer and dazed Soap is and something in him screams prey.

He can't, he won't. But Soap knows, and Soap might not understand it but he'll be damned if his lieutenant is suffering and holding on by a thread. He lets Ghost patch up his arm. Lets him lead and lead and take back the Vaqueros (or something) (haha slowburn). And when it's over. When they get someplace truly safe. When Ghost begins to retreat but Price has shit to take care of and paperwork to do before they meet with Kate later...

So Soap follows, and pesters. He's rough on Ghost, scolding for not taking care of himself.

Ghost is quiet, half flaring fangs just to warn Soap to fuck off.

But Soap won't. Of course not. But Ghost isn't going to drink Soap's blood. He won't. Refuses.

That's how John "Soap (whore)" MacTavish ends up braced against a wall getting his cocked milked for all it's worth.

He's come three times already, just Ghost's mouth around him, wet and hot. He's shaking, crying, whining, begging Ghost just to fuck him. To fill him. To finish this.

Ghost's only reply is lick from the base of Soap's cock to swirl at the tip. He knows his fourth orgasm is on its way, one thigh lifted on Ghosts shoulder. And when he shatters, not an ounce left to give, balls sucked dry, Ghost lets him collapse into his arms.

Ghost carries him to his own quarters. Lays him in bed. And holds the quivering, shaking, crying Scotsman in his arms. He can't offer much warmth, doesn't know how, doesn't know that Soap wants to hear they're both okay. That he's better. That Soap is an angel and more than Ghost deserves. How could he?

...

Soap wakes to an empty bed. But the nightstand holds a note from Price, just a "thank you" scribbled quick, and his favorite alcohol, the expensive kind.

...

note: this absolutely takes some inspiration from @/bluegiragi 's Monster AU. If you haven't read it FUCKIN GO READ IT. >Tumblr link< It's my favorite fan comic rn ngl

[dix0nspretty]

Call of Duty Masterlist

A masterlist of all my COD fics! Blurbs and my TCoD works :))

Color coded! Red is for TW/heavy topics/whump, pink for NSFW/lusty, and green means good to go!

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

Domestic!Price blurb

Baby Treatment (TCoD)

First of Many (TCoD)

Little Star (TCoD)

Good Puppy (TCoD, PriceGhost)

Hanging Around (TCoD)

Unrestricted Access (TCoD)

One Step at a Time (TCoD)

LIEUTENANT SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Domestic!Simon blurb

Smooth as Whiskey (TCoD)

Good Puppy (TCoD, PriceGhost)

Mean Ol' Johnny (TCoD, Ghoap)

With a Heart (TCoD)

Muddied Waters (TCoD)

Mending the Silence (post-MW3 canon)

Dirty Laundry (TCoD, Ghoap)

SERGEANT JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Mean Teeth (TCoD)

Mean Ol' Johnny (TCoD, Ghoap)

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (TCoD)

Ye Trying Tae Kill Me? (TCoD)

Too Quiet (TCoD)

Over and Over (TCoD)

3 Years (TCoD)

Mending the Silence (post-MW3 canon)

Dirty Laundry (TCoD, Ghoap)

SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

Not Like This (TCoD)

Man Down (TCoD)

Bait and Switch (TCoD)

TASK FORCE 141

Ours (TCoD) poly!141

Tied in Knots (TCoD) Vamp!141

GUNNERY SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS

One More Ghost (TCoD)

KÖNIG

Ask Nicely (TCoD)

Running Late (TCoD)

COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES

Sweet Tooth (TCoD)

VLADIMIR MAKAROV

Every Second Counts (TCoD)

[vampsquerade]

GRAVES IS ALIVE YES YES YES MMMMMMMM

[jgvfhl]

LITTLE NIK BAT AAAAAAAAA 🤩

Been watching too many vampire movies lately, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about a vampire!nikolai au 🫣🦇

[cod-dump]

So I don't have anyone to talk about my CoD OCs. I have two, Sunny a 5'5" trans man and a former Combat medic and his best friend and partner in crime Vamp a 6'3" recon specialist. Sunny got his nickname because his Unit called him their little ball of sunshine. Vamp claims he got his nickname because of his inhuman proficiency with a knife and would be covered in blood more often then not after a successful mission. in reality it's because of incident involving a late night cranberry drink run gone bad in which some new guys startled him covering him in red juice making him looking a bit monstrous. every holiday/birthday Sunny gifts him novelty juice packs that look like blood bags, because how else do you feed the vampire? a major side effect that it has started the rumor that Vamp is an actual vampire and Sunny is his handler in company's they've worked with in the past. is it that good or bad? who knows, it makes them memorable at least.

Sunny left the military due to his father getting ill and his mother needed someone to help run the florist shop and given that his sibling's jobs are "actual life long careers", according to his mom, he finishes out the end of his contract and goes home accepting his fate. However Vamp one day shows up to the shop and is like, "hey b!tch! Guess who's gone into the private sector and wants to take your ass with them?" Basically kidnaps him because Sunny deserves to do be doing something he wants to do not what his family expects of him. So they kind of bounce between company to company mostly doing temp work.

Over time they've added new skills to their resumes like Sunny gets good at undercover work using his florist background to send hidden messages. Vamp learns coding and gains a particular knack at making EMPs with limited resources.on the field Sunny is confident and can command a room and is unusually strong being able to carry people two or three times his weight off the battle field. out of the field he is a stuttering shy mess who gets embarrassed easily. even then he always makes sure to greet everyone with a smile even when he's freaking out.

Vamp on the field is cold and calculating. he moves fast and prefers close combat in the dark. off the field he's light hearted, cracking jokes, and giving shit to people he considers close especially Sunny. Vamp is also a bit of a nerd but don't call him that he takes great offense to that.

I'd like to think that Sunny's friendly demeanor and much smaller size would make him at least approachable to Moose, but I'm pretty sure Moose would also come off as intimidating to the shorter man, especially if he finds out that moose is one of the favorite children in shadow company without knowing why, if Sunny has learned anything from jumping from company to company is that you don't mess with the favorite. not that he'd want to mess with Moose he just wouldn't want to risk miscommunication, something he sadly excels at when out of the field.

I think if Moose met Vamp on the battlefield he'd stay away from the man, but if Sunny and Vamp got hired on as temp contractors to shadow company. Vamp would try and talk to him especially since he always wants to learn from any of the tech specialist's in each company they work with. Sorry this ran rather long.

- 🌻 🦇

Moose has had some bad experiences with mercenaries who are temporarily brought into Shadow Company’s ranks so he tries to keep his distance. Whether or not he comes around depends on what the other Shadows have to say about them.

Moose is normally very work oriented on the field (and usually very far away from active combat). Graves places him somewhere with a team of Shadows and Moose won’t move unless Graves tells him to. But, if possible, Graves won’t have Moose on the field at all and he would be support from a much safer and controlled location.

Off the field and not during a mission, if Vamp approaches him to ask him about tech, Moose may agree to show him some things depending on what the other Shadows have said about him. Same goes for Sunny on whether Moose approaches him or lets himself be approached.

The whole vampire rumor would definitely take off in Shadow Company considering they love shit like that, and next thing you know Vamp is being addressed as “Count Fang” in a email. Moose didn’t actually mean to send it with that name and now he’s dying because he’s embarrassed and partially terrified of what Vamp would do. All the other Shadows are laughing their asses off and Moose is just losing his mind over how he addressed the guy who is very good at stabbing.

[celestialprincesse]

*crawls out of anon dramatically*

hi angieee :3

how have you been my beloved?

my sweet angel baby vamp coming out of the obscure anonosphere 🤭😚

I've been so good! I went thrifting yesterday and today and found cute clothes, and it's sunny out!! Literally couldn't ask for more!

Took a couple days off to like catch up on human stuff like sleep n now I'm back! I need to get to answering some requests because my asks are so totally overloaded n I think I still have a little while until I actually hit 2k🥴 So in the meantime, asks! yay!

me n u ⬆

[skywwwalker]

If youve read some of my revent work, i think you can understand my fascination with vampires (or vampyres). Butttttt i realized i hadn’t written any vamp!reader for anyone in cod or harry potter

So this is my official vamp!reader x tom riddle shit post.

I like to think that Tom realized somethingwas different about you when he couldn’t read your mind using Legilimency. It was sixth year at this point and you were a kept-together, quiet student. As a Slytherin, Tom knew your name but nevr paid attention to you until sixth year: people whispered about you when you passed by, teachers were noticeably more lenient with you on almost everything, your magic was extremely powerful and you were well practiced, and how striking your features were.

Professor privilege (or ‘special treatment’) consisted of you attending most classes but ignoring everything that was going on. You never slept- Tom noted- but were always doing somthing else. The differing activities you preformed didn’t disrupt the class, but the fact that you always did something else in every class was definitely an eyebrow raiser.

Your magic was powerful. Powerful, honed, practised, strong, and memorable. Tom was intrigued by how fluid your wand movements were, how quickly you could cast a spell, how lethal your movements were, and your ability to cast spells without a wand. As a sixth year, wandless incantations were growing more and more popular. But the fact that you could preform duels without your wand- strings of spells- without so much as a twitch of the hand was extraordinary.

Tom didn’t want to say you were pretty, but in all honesty, you were incredibly attractive in Tom’s opinion. Your sculpted eyebrows paired with the stony stare in your eyes? The way your cheekbones hung over your guant face was further enhancing Tom’s interest in you. Your chin and jawline were prominent, a perfect mix of sharp and piercing.

Going more in depth in the people gossiping about you wasn’t really necessary. Some people- boys- were attracted to your facial and body features, ‘spcial treatment’, and just wanted to have sex. Other people- girls- were jealous of the interest many of their boyfriends gave you, were jealous of your smarts, and didn’t like you. You were powerful and you knew it. People didn’t like that.

These traits led Tom Riddle to the jarring conclusion that you were a vampyre. town further prove his theory, Tom often caught a glimpse of you wandering the corridors at night, paying no mind to the prefects and head boys and girls that saw you. You conversed easily ith the portraits and spirits- even befriending Peeves.

Evan Rosier was the one to bring up your existence during a Knights of Walpurgis meeting. Tom had listened to Rosier’s ideas- involving you with their agenda and bringing you into their organization. 

Tom had his doubts. He believed that you were not the right person to try to convince. Tom protested for no real reason. He himself didn’t even know why he was tensing up around your name, growing defensive as the conversation continued. Why?

Coincidentally Tom Marvolo Riddle came across you striding into the Forbidden Forrest that very same night.

He didn’t know why he followed you. Tom didn’t know that, for some reason, you intrigued and infuriated him to no end. Why must you effortlessly best him at every activity? Why must you look so unbothered after singlehandedly destroying three seventh year Quidditch players after making a bet that you couldn’t win against them as a 3 versus 1? Why, pray tell, were you the only person on Tom’s mind after seeing your sly smirk when you stumbled across something undeniably inappropriate in your book? Why you? Why-

“Stop thinking so loudly.”

Tom stood- frozen- as you moved into an open clearing. You clicked your tongue a few times and whistled. After doing it a few times in a pattern, Tom realized you were summoning something.

“What did you follow me for?” Your voice was crisp and audible despite the distance between the two of you that was closing slowly. Tom inched forward, hesitating for one of the few times in his life.

“Why did you sneak out? I could report you to the headmaster for this. You’ve done this before, so I could get you in trouble for a long time.”

You showed no reaction as you tilted your ear up. You whistled again. “Step back, please.”

Tom didn’t know why he complied but he did. A second later, a large winged animal emerged from the trees. A hippogriff, Tom realized. “Did you hear me? I said-“

“Do even know my name, Tom Riddle?” You finally turnd around. Your face was even more haunting in the moonlight. “If you have seen me sneak out numerous times before, why haven’t you already told anyone? You have nothing to blackmail me with, so I am confused by your reasoning for following me.” You watched Tom for a second. The hippogriff whinnied shyly behind you and you immediately turned your sharp gaze away.

Tom realized that he liked your sharp eyes on him. He liked when you looked at him like you could crush him- knowing that you could, in fact, crush him. But then Tom realized that you knew his name.

You cooed and murmured something to the hippogriff that was inaudible to Tom. You patted the animal’s side and mounted the beast. You cooed a few more words at the animal before turning to Tom. “If you come with me, I can answer some of your questions. You’re an awfully curious fellow, Tom. Very smart…”

“You can read my thoughts?”

“Like an open book,” you snickered. “I’m leaving in ten seconds- as does your opportunity for answers.”

The hippogriff’s feet stamped anxiously, eargerly awaiting departure.

Tom’s jaw set. Did he really want to? He couldn’t answer the question as he took a step forward.

“Bow first,” you commanded quietly.

Withholding a scoff, Tom scoured the animal’s eyes before bending down at the waist. The blasted animal waited until Tom’s entire core burned to caw and return the bow. 

Tom struggled to mount. He couldn’t quite wrap his arm and get his leg up to the beast. He glowered, hearing your breathy chuckle. “Help me.”

Your eyes seemed to smile. You reached out a hand and waited impatiently for Tom to take it.

Despite how impressed Tom was at how easily you lugged him up, he grumbled. “Where are we going?”

“To eat,” you replied simply. “Better hold on, Tom, I ride fast.”

Tom grumbled. He didn’t want to hear the coyness in your tone at the last sentence. “I don’t need to hold on.”

Suddenly, the hippogriff lurched forward and Tom’s throat let out a choked cry. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and scooted further into you as the beast rose into the air. He grumbled some more after prying his forhead from your shoulder and opening his eyes.

“There’s food at the castle,” Tom whispered with a ragged voice. “What are you going to eat?”

“Not the kind of stuff I need,” you chuckled. “They don’t keep fresh blood for me there.”