#soap masterlist

[yeyinde]

18﹢ | MDNI | most fics feature fem!reader

NAVIGATION ● AO3 ⎿ COD MASTERLIST | Ghoap ⎿ BABY TRAP MASTERLIST

ONE-SHOTS

STRAW HOUSE, STRAW DOG ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

BABY TRAPPING FIC:

vulnerable character (injured reader) being preyed upon by an opportunistic scavenger.

infinity in the palm of your hand (eternity in an hour) ● A03 MIRROR ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢ Reincarnation AU

You're grieving for something, someone—a man with kind eyes and a soft smile like the valley in spring: fresh rain over the boscage in bloom—that you've never met before. And then you find him.

COORIE ● AO3 MIRROR ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

Being with him is a little bit like cupping the sun in the palm of your hand. 

THREESOMES

ON THE FLIPSIDE ● AO3 MIRROR ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

JOHNNY/PRICE/READER

(Or: Soap makes a discovery—a tangled web that weaves between you and their Captain—and one can only imagine his surprise when Price turns to him, eyes battle-ready, and says: want to join us, Sergeant?)

DRABBLES & REQUESTS

LESSON IN SCOTS REQUEST. COMPLETE | 18﹢

TLC REQUEST. COMPLETE | 18﹢

SUB!SOAP DRABBLE. COMPLETE | 18﹢

SFW ALPHABET DRABBLE. COMPLETE.

⧽ SHARING. KISSING. SERVICE!DOM. NIPPLE PIERCING.

[buckyseternal]

S for Johnny please 🙇‍♀️🤎

I know I'm two days late, I'm so sorry 💀 I got so busy all of a sudden but I have not gotten this out of my head since I started on it two days ago prompt: seduction – what do they say to make you melt? what's guaranteed to seduce them? warnings: unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, degradation, cute lil aftercare 18+ only, minors DNI

Soap gets seduced easily. it just takes one look from you, one subtle action for his eyes to darken and he knows what you want. but the way he seduces? the man is an expert in dirty talk – you’ve never heard it better from anyone in your life.

you’re walking around the house, the rest of the boys sitting around cleaning weapons, playing cards, doing anything to pass the time. you see Soap in the living room, sitting in a chair next to Price who’s on the couch sleeping.

“whatcha doin?” you ask him as you walk into the room.

“jus’ waitin’ for this TV to turn on, the damn thing takes forever,” he tossed the remote onto the table in front of him.

“oh, cool,” you smiled. it was quiet for a moment as you tinkered with whatever was on the cabinet across the room. walking over to him, you started your plan. “think I’m gonna go take a nap.”

you kissed him once and he smiled up at you, thumb brushing along your wrist. you kissed him again, smiling as you backed up and walked towards the room. his eyes widened, looking over at Price still asleep on the couch. getting up, he followed you to your assigned room, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

you stood at the edge of your bed, back turned to him as if you weren’t expecting him. as if you hadn’t beckoned him to follow you back.

he knew whenever you kissed him twice like that, that you were already wet – you weren’t considering it anymore, you had decided at that point that you needed him as soon as he was available, and luckily for you (and him), he was available right then and there.

strong arms wrapped around your smaller frame, pressing kisses to your neck as you hummed. you turned around in his arms, chest pressed against him as you looked up. “been needing you all day.”

“yeah? how bad?”

“bad.”

it was enough for him. his hand creeped up, brushing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. he grabbed the nape of your neck, holding you still as he leaned down to kiss you. his tongue immediately invaded your mouth, taking control and almost shocking you. you were expecting him to stay in a calm mood, but the way he was pulling moans from you with just a kiss made your panties soak.

“take it off,” his voice was demanding, and your hands scrambled to your waistband to pull your shorts down. before you could though, his grip on the nape of your neck tightened and he turned you around himself, pushing you down onto the edge of the bed.

he ripped your shorts off, dragging them down your legs to your feet and you could hear his belt unbuckle. “been prancin’ around all fuckin’ day with these tiny little shorts on and now you come up to me in front of fuckin’ Price and do that?”

“he- he was asleep though,” you protested, wiggling under his hold.

he spanked you, the slap ringing across the room and you whimpered.

in one motion, he buried himself in you, cock pressing in all the way to the hilt. your moan was pornographic, but cut short by the man behind you pushing your face into the mattress.

“you just want cock so fuckin’ bad, is that it?” he set a brutal pace from the beginning, letting your head up but still pushing you down in between your shoulder blades. “keep those pretty moans down lass, wouldn’t want the whole 141 to fuckin’ hear you.”

the very idea of the rest of the team hearing you and knowing that johnny was the one making you feel this way made you clench down hard around him.

“oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he groaned out from you tightening up around him. “you’d like them hearing you moan like a slut around me.”

“please johnny, please lemme cum, ‘m so close,” you pleaded with him, getting closer with each word.

he pistoned harder into you, hand grabbing a fistful of your shirt as he pushed you down more. “maybe I should call them in here and they can watch you, watch you come apart on my cock. watch you take me like the slut you are. then they’ll know that you’re mine.”

the idea of the entire 141 squad watching you be claimed by johnny sent you over the edge, your moan faltering into a high pitched whine as your vision went black, the strong orgasm washing over you. the way you squeezed around his cock was enough for him, thrusting in a few more times before he pushed deep into you, his cum shooting into you in spurts. both of his hands gripped your hips with enough force that you knew there would be marks.

you basically melted into the bed after you came down, the post-orgasm haze clouding your mind for a few minutes. you could feel johnny make patterns on your skin, running his hands over your ass and along your waist to soothe the both of you. pulling out slowly, he leaned over to kiss the side of your head.

“stay here, I’ll be right back,” he said quietly, leaving the room. when he returned, he had a warm cloth in his hand, gently cleaning you and him up.

“that was nice. you’re nice,” you mumbled to him, small smile on your face.

“you deserve it, lovey,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, repositioning you on the bed and pulling the covers over you. “now go take that nap you were planning on.”

you chuckled, forgetting all about the excuse you had made to get him in here in the first place.

[krvrawr]

john ‘ soap ’ mactavish .. !!

[ PT; John ‘Soap’ MacTavish! END PT. ]

ONE SHOTS 🩶

Weed & Self-Pleasure With Your Captain! → Captain Soap

Just Before You Go <3 -> Srgt. / Cap. Soap

DRABBLES 🩶

in bed !

[bejeweledblondie]

When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

[joonieskinks]

johnny soap mactavish who’s the g o d of after care

- likes to hold you close immediately after

- as in, you’re not going anywhere for 5 minutes, just gotta sit here under his weight and let him kiss your neck soothingly

- just wants to make sure you feel loved and cared for after he’s been especially rough with you

- cause although it feels good for both of you to be hard and fast, he definitely wants to take some time making sure you’re okay when winding down

- johnny’s also super sensitive but doesn’t wanna pull out just yet

- would argue this is better than the sex itself sometimes because of how close he feels to you

- will try to make you laugh while still buried inside you. try not to laugh too hard though or everything will slip out

- super handsy, rubbing them all over your body as if he hasn’t just finished. likes to touch you all over, 1. you just feel good but also 2. it’s soothing to him

- if he stays like this too long though, he’ll just start fucking you again. so it’s one or the other every single time. its usually that

- when he does pull out, it takes some convincing to get him off of you entirely, johnny likes to watch it all leak out of you, admiring your pretty body still. fills him with some sort of pride to see his work and effect on you

- gets up to get a cloth or a towel, something to wipe yourself with. sometimes he does it for you, likes to wipe you down softly, coming to rest himself between your legs once again

- throughly enjoys overstimulating you

- he’ll kiss up and down your soft thighs, over your slit, telling you what a good girl you’ve been for him

- his tongue collecting whatever the cloth missed, you’ll be squirming below him, trying to get away from him (fat chance) johnny just holds you down, making you take all the overstimulation until you’re all cleaned up

- forces his way through your legs and back up to your face where he brings his lips down to yours, kissing you and letting you taste yourself on your tongue

- 9/10 you two go again anyway

- he’s insatiable

[peachesofteal]

Cool Girl

Ghoap x female reader / 18+ / previous

Johnny breaks first.

His face fractures, fault lines cracking into the crust of the earth, splitting and shredding the land as everything fissures apart.

You’re suddenly aware of the smell in this bar. Cheap beer and fake butter on stale popcorn, cigarettes wafting from the open back door.

It turns your stomach.

Johnny glances from you, to Simon, hesitant. He’s always so sure footed, falling into the three person waltz that was, so easily.

Simon grimaces. “Sweet girl-“

“Don’t.” You hiss, batting his hand away. “Why did you do that?” You furiously try to wipe your cheeks clean, but they stay damp, tears flowing against your will as your lower lip trembles. “What is wrong with you?!”

“Ye shouldnae be goin’ home with us, not some stranger. Ye dinnae even know him! He looks like a… bawbag.”

“He was nice!” The words burn in your throat. “He was nice to me, and sweet, and actually liked me.” You choke on a sob, hands balled into fists.

“We don’t want you going home with some stranger.” Simon deadpans, and you jerk back like he’s struck you.

“Excuse me?” Your tears turn cold, and rage pulses behind your eyes.

“We need to talk to ye, love. We can- we can work this out, we just want to talk.”

“No.” The walls are spinning, swirling into a kaleidoscope of black and grey, tequila unsettled in your stomach. You press your palm to the space above your navel, trying to ground yourself. They track it, noticing every single detail, every single movement, as they always do.

“No?” Simon echoes.

“There’s nothing to talk about. It’s cool.” You swallow your nausea, and shrug. “I get it.”

“I dinnae think ye do. Please let us-“

“Just… stop.” You wilt, energy from the evening drastically disappearing by the minute. You step away, and the physical distance helps regulate your breathing, helps clear your head. “It’s fine. I’m… good. We don’t need to talk.”

Silence descends… and they watch you carefully, closely. It’s never felt nefarious before, it’s never felt like predators stalking prey, but in this moment, it feels very much like you’re the rabbit… and they’re the fox.

“Let us get you home, sweetheart.” Your laughter is bitter, full of acid.

“Absolutely not.”

“Not to ours.” Johnny says softly. “Let us get ye home to yer flat at least.”

“I’m good.” You manage a queasy smile. “It’s cool.” And before your resolve crumbles, before your heart leaps from your chest, before they even open their mouths, you push past them and stalk down the hall.

[lovifie]

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❤️‍🔥Smut❤️‍🔥 🌸Fluff🌸 🤔Suggestive🤔💡Interactive💡

✨One-Shot✨ 📖Series📖 🎭Crack🎭 💧Angst💧

No One Needs to Know... Right? ❤️‍🔥✨

Nasty Young Price ✨❤️‍🔥

Price meeting your parents for the firt time ✨🎭

Him with a wheelchair user partner ✨🌸

Mr. & Mrs. Price ✨🌸❤️‍🔥

Price and his lovely caddy girl ✨❤️‍🔥

Accidentally Kidnaping Mafia Boss Price ✨🌸

Her Royal Highness 📖💧🌸❤️‍🔥

Hormones Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 🤔❤️‍🔥📖

Spidey 📖💡

Switch Bodies 📖🌸 First Morning 🌸 Meeting Soap 🌸💧

Simon Riley is a Good Man ❤️‍🔥✨+ Soap is a good man in the reblogs

Boyfriend!Simon learning about himself 🎭🤔✨

Immortal!Ghost x Reader that always comes back 💧✨🤔

Simon Riley always loved your hair ✨🤔🌸

"Simon" 💧✨

Simon with a big titties and tiny titties girlfriend ✨🤔

Insecure about their hands reader ✨🌸

Simon learning about your childhood - Extra bit - Extra x2 ✨🌸

New dad Simon ✨🌸

A Village Apart ✨❤️‍🔥

Simon “I Will Never Be A Father” Riley ✨🌸❤️‍🔥

Simon and his lipstick ✨🌸❤️‍🔥 alterative ending ✨🌸

A Ghost Of The Past ✨🌸❤️‍🔥

Actually... That's my wife, ya wanker ✨🌸

Are you home? ✨❤️‍🔥

Gaz finding his soulmate ✨🎭🌸

Manipulative Gaz ❤️‍🔥✨💧

Break Up 💧✨/📖

Competitive Gaz ❤️‍🔥✨

Back Home ✨❤️‍🔥🌸

Valeria's different approach to interrogation ❤️‍🔥✨

Little Red Riding Hood ❤️‍🔥✨

Soap's Diary (mumbling)

Him with a wheelchair user partner ✨🌸

Johnny's work out routine ✨❤️‍🔥

Soap, who steals something more than your heart (darkishh)✨

Fishy Business ✨❤️‍🔥

Price's secret weapon ✨🤔

¿Hambre, mi niña? ✨❤️‍🔥

Poly 141 x Reader

Shitposting and Jokes I have Proudly Posted 🎭

Lift Me Off My Feet (Poly 141 x Reader) 📖❤️‍🔥🌸💧

COD Boys Try Sexy Roleplay ✨❤️‍🔥🎭

What kind of nasty each man is? ✨❤️‍🔥

141TF Men and what piece of clothing they would steal ✨🌸

Little comforting bit (Poly 141 x Reader) ✨🌸

Soap x Ghost x Reader

Well, I Wasn't On That Tunnel (Ghoap x Reader) 📖❤️‍🔥💧

Ghost finding out about you and Soap's little deal ✨❤️‍🔥

Price x Gaz

An Offer You Won't Refuse ✨❤️‍🔥

[criminalamnesia]

COD masterlist! ☆彡

johnny ‘soap’ mactavish

—✩ even if it kills me (angst)

captain john price

—✩ intertwined (angst)

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

—✩ johnny’s sister!roommate!reader (fluff)

simon ‘ghost’ riley

—✩ alive (angst)

—✩ timeless (fluff+angst)

—✩ traitor (angst)

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight https://www.tumblr.com/criminalamnesia/762374448461512704/traitor-part-8

drabble one

misc.

—✩ tolerate it (simon riley/john price)

part one / part two / part three v.1 / part three v.2

—✩ lover (johnny mactavish/kyle garrick)

—✩ mary on a cross (poly!141)

—✩ taking care of you on your period (unspecified character)

[forsworned]

˗ˏˋFORSWORNED'S CALL OF DUTY MASTERLISTˎˊ˗

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Simon has an onlyfans pt.1 (nsfw)

Simon has an onlyfans pt. 2 (nsfw)

Admiration

It's (not) just sex (nsfw)

Romantic

Baby makin' (nsfw)

Use your heart (nsfw)

Let me hear you (nsfw)

Blow out all the candles (nsfw)

Hush, don't think you've made it under my skin (nsfw)

drabbles:

Four-leafed clover (nsfw themes)

Family affair

Hot and bothered (nsfw)

Predator and prey (nsfw)

Soft (nsfw)

Like a tattoo

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

Sexy stretching (nsfw)

Casual (nsfw)

drabbles:

So wrong (nsfw)

Johnny can't help but overhear the conversation you're having with Kyle about your hook-up gone wrong...

✯ SAVING SERGEANT MACTAVISH

𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌: 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽?

⤷ KNOCKING AT DEATH'S DOOR

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

Jinx! you owe me a soda (nsfw)

Breach of privacy (slight nsfw)

The Penitent (nsfw)

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

Sweet nectar (nsfw)

EPISODIC POLY!TF141 SERIES

Failed mission blues

Bumblin' fool

Crazy cat lady

Coddling

Favorite

Tears and taunting

Espresso many feelings

Y/n loses a bet

Dream blunt rotation

Androgynous y/n

KEEGAN RUSS

I wanna take a read on your disco stick (nsfw)

Something good can work (nsfw)

DAVID 'HESH' WALKER

Dirty little daydreams (nsfw)

Passenger seat lovers (nsfw)

Munch (nsfw)

No pictures, please!

No one noticed (nsfw)

LOGAN WALKER

Crush (ft. bluecollarworker!logan) (nsfw)

I always feel like somebody's watching me (nsfw)

Like father like daughter

Like father like daughter pt.2

ELIAS WALKER

God knows I tried (nsfw)

HEADCANONS

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO...

⤷ "Hey guys, I'm with my boyfriend, ____" trend. ft. TF141

Keegan despises new age slang ft. Kick and Merrick

Divorcee Hesh

What if you and Johnny were so close... (nsfw??)

I feel like if the boys didn't join the army they'd all be blue-collar workers...

Johnny definitely gets turned on when you grab his ass...

INCORRECT COD QUOTES

one

two

three

four

five

[starsofang]

CALL OF THE SEA - MASTERLIST

Pirate 141 x F!Reader

When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

[simonriley09]

COD P☆RN LINKS <3

Ghost: Exchanging photos with Simon

Letting Simon tie you up in your new fishnets

Simon sharing you with Price

trying anal for the first time

Gaz: Bending you over the couch after you pestered him the whole day

Blindfolding you while hitting it from the back Pumping you full with cum while you're face down ass up <3

Making you ride him in your new panties [which will be spoiled and ripped later <3] Fucking in the barracks König: Your thighs hurt but dw K can carry u :3 Fingering his tiny liebling Mating press into the couch Riding him in the backyard, hoping the neighbors wont see Hair pulling and breeding <3 Making you gag on his dick Price: Eating you out in the back cz he couldn't wait Tying his hair up so he can eat you out Using his big hands on his lovie <3 Price catching you using toys Be a good girl for daddy, wont you lovie? Whimper for me darlin'. Soap: He woke you up for this Harder? Wearing your favorite hoodie <3 Filling your cunt up nicely Right on the kitchen counter Making you squirt for him After date night

[buckyseternal]

I really need a soap with the letter “a”

anyone who knows me knows that soap is my #1 man and I would literally do anything for this man so writing this just had me 🥹💞 prompt: A – aftercare warnings: mentions of sex, implied subspace 18+ only, minors DNI

you can’t tell me this man’s main love language isn’t physical touch, you just can’t.

at first he used to ask you how everything was – it was awkward in the very beginning, but he meant it. asking if you liked it, if he made you feel good, if there was anything that you didn’t like about that time. you always reassured him that you loved it, everything was fine, great even, and he always reassured you of the same. you thought it was sweet, the small smile he’d get after when you were both cleaned up, like he was proud and happy that he did a good job.

after you’ve been together for a while, he knows your body almost better than you do. soap loves to just hold you. as soon as you’re both spent, he’s pulling you into his embrace, wrapping a strong arm around you as you curl into him, head on his chest. his thumb is stroking any expanse of skin he can touch, and you’re doing the same to his stomach. both of you are the most physical people, and it shows in the minutes – hours – after sex.

after long or hard sessions though, when you’re reduced to what feels like a puddle, brain hazy and tears lining your lashes because everything is so overwhelming, he gets protective. he provides. all of your emotions are at the forefront from all the endorphins swimming around in your head, you’re aching in between your thighs, and you just feel tired. you just need him. as soon as you’re both done, your last orgasm subsides and all you can do is look up at him with those doe eyes, brows furrowed, and a quiet “johnny” slips past your lips, and you just need him.

the reassurance starts there, he cradles your face in his large hand and presses kisses to your forehead, cheeks, your lips. “you did such a good job for me, my love. you did so well.”

he moves beside you, pulling you close again to him, holding you tight against him because he knows that you just need to feel grounded against him, come back to reality. the kisses and the doting doesn’t stop, he loves knowing that you need him in those moments where you’re most vulnerable, where you’re both just finished sharing the most intimate aspects of one another and giving yourselves over to the other, completely trusting each other in those times. he loves knowing that you trust him that much, not only to take care of you during the act, but to take care of you after. and he loves knowing that when the roles are reversed, he can trust you to take care of him the same.after you’ve come down completely, it’s nothing but I love you’s being muttered from you to him, looking up and giving him gentle kisses and smiles, hugging him while you’re together. he gets up, goes to the bathroom that’s right off the bedroom and starts running a bath for you both to enjoy. brings a warm cloth back to clean you up, hands gently moving between your legs and over your body as you feel the warmth spread with the cloth. he goes back to the bathroom, cleaning himself up and checking the water temperature before returning to you, reaching over to you. you protest, I can walk there myself, you know, but he just grins and scoops you up anyways, and you let him, both of you laughing.

[blckbrrybasket]

𓆩 𓉸 𓆪 Kinktober 2024

• MDNI! porn with little plot

• all of these are x reader with no use of y/n

• both female and gender neutral readers featured

꒰33k+ words total꒱

1st. — “Hotter than a Burning Fire”

        -> Face sitting + Inexperience, Robin Buckley

2nd. — “Give and Take”

        -> Squirting + Edging, Steve Harrington 

3rd. — “Bite her Hip”

        -> Caught + Hate Sex, Nancy Wheeler

4th. — “Yer Killin’ Me”

        -> Boot Worship, Arthur Morgan

5th. — “Girls on Film”

        -> Being Filmed, Mickey Altieri

6th. — “Heaven in Your Mouth”

        -> Throat Fucking + Breath Play, Rafe Cameron

7th. — “Closer”

        -> Mutual Masturbation + Forbidden, Robin Buckley 

8th. — “Oh Honey”

        -> First Time + Domination, Kurt Kunkle

9th. — “Hearts a Mess”

        -> Public Sex + Gag, Art Donaldson

10th. — “Ghosting”

        -> Under the table, Javier Peña

11th. — “Burning For You”

        -> Sleepy Sex + Cockwarming, Sejanus Plinth

12th. — “She’s in Parties”

        -> High sex, Rafe Cameron

13th. — “Melting With You”

        -> Double Penetration, Stu and Mickey

14th. — “As You Are”

        -> 69, Ellie Williams

15th. — “Of Love For Love”

        -> Cream Pie + Cum Play, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

16th. — “Maneater”

        -> Dacryphilia + Masochism, Kurt Kunkle

17th. — “What I Need”

        -> Degradation + Cum Eating, Ethan Landry

18th. — “I was made for loving you”

        -> Praise Kink + Body Worship, Steve Harrington 

19th. — “Takin’ Time”

        -> Spanking + Orgasm Denial, Joel Miller

20th. — “Sweet As Whiskey”

        -> Blood Kink + Period, Vampire!Eddie Munson

21st. — “Wind You Up”

        -> Hair Pulling + Rough Sex, Trevor (Hellraiser)

22nd. — “Eyes On Me”

        -> Bondage + Femdom, Agent Whiskey

23th. — “Show and I’ll Learn”

        -> Sex Toys, Robin Buckley

24th. — “If You Knew”

        -> Overstimulation + Wet Dream, Joel Miller

25th. — “Hell And You”

        -> Mask Kink + Knife Kink, Stu Macher

26th. — “You’ve Got Me Now”

        -> Dry Humping + Tipsy Sex, Eddie Munson

27th. — “Happy Birthday, Baby”

        -> Lingerie + On The Counter, Walter ‘Keys’ McKey

28th. — “Quit While Ahead”

        -> Pussy slapping, Rafe Cameron

29th. — “Love My Way”

        -> Scissoring, Tara Carpenter

30th. — “Suck It Up”

        -> Marking + Possessiveness, Love Quinn

31st. — “Body Electric”

        -> Cucking + Breeding Kink, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington

taglist open!

[charliemwrites]

The Scottish Cabin in the Woods - last update: 4/4/24

"Let's go camping," Soap said.

"It'll be fun," Soap said.

"A lot of fun," the psychopathic serial killer said.

You didn't say anything, you were too busy trying not to get kidnapped - and failing.

Content: Serial Killer AU, Dark Content, Kidnapping, Violence and Murder, (Mentions of) Torture, BDSM Elements and Dynamics, (Mild) Pet Play, Predator/Prey Kink, Dacryphilia, Impact Play (Spanking), Humiliation Kink, Dub-Con, One (1) Ableist Slur (and the guy ends up dying)

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[joonieskinks]

I just read your blurb where reader wakes up and she’s married to Sergeant Soap and not Captain Soap but I feel like what if it’s reversed. What if she’s this young bonnie thing with a young husband and then she wakes up to be married to older, slightly more mature, Captain MacTavish.

uh- HELLO?? I love it. Sorry it took so long but here you go, hope I did it justice xx

warning: age gap so shoo if ur not into it

You sat up slowly in the bed, stilling orientating yourself and emerging from sleep. You had thought the sheets felt a little different, but assumed that maybe you were still dreaming. It was only when your eyes opened did you realize you weren’t at home anymore.

You were on base in the early morning, in a room that looked an awful like your husband’s when you would come to see him and stay with him for a couple nights. Well, that was what you did until his passing.

Johnny and you were a young love. He got down on one knee before he was even 23, and got to the altar before 24. You only got a couple months with him as husband and wife- a young widow they now called you. Everyday is hard, but that horrible day you received the news plays over and over in your mind all the time like a nightmare you just can’t shake.

John, Simon and Kyle all came to your door to tell you personally. They cried with you and stayed with you, they promised they would help take care of you, always. It’s what Johnny would have wanted.

The panic finally began to sink in as you could not remember how you got here. Everything was different but also incredibly familiar. This was the base alright, but the layout seemed altered, the paint a different colour. Looking around, you turned on the nightstand light, eyes briefly glancing at the framed photo beside.

It was like your blood turned cold.

There was your Johnny.

That’s your Johnny with his boys, with John, Simon, Kyle. But older, so much older. But he was alive, he was smiling, he’s so handsome and he’s there-

You shot out of bed, running into the hallway, searching for anyone, any familiar face. For your husband. Is he your husband? If he’s older? But how is he alive? Is he still alive?

The questions running around your head, threatening to ignite tears from your eyes. You turn a sharp corner, bumping straight into a hefty figure.

“Sorry” you stumbled out, trying to regain your balance.

“‘S alright.” The man started, looking down at the small, young girl who’s a frantic mess before him.

“Hey, hold on,” he starts again, and you glance up. Coming face to face with John Price. Much older, a thicker beard adorning his face, but that same damn hat. It was him.

“Slow down there a sec and-“

“John?”

The recognition in your voice stops him in his tracks, he looks you over for a couple seconds and shakes his head.

“Think you might be mistaken, love.” He smiles gently, trying to be as polite as possible.

“Johnathon Price- Captain. You, Kyle, Simon and my Johnny were all on Taskforce 141 when we met. You even came to our wedding, you were one of the groomsmen for crying out loud. I-“

“Stop right there.” John orders, his hands coming to grip your shoulders. “How could you possibly know about all that?”

“John, I know you. Now, what’s going on? How did I get here and why’re you older?” You asked, utterly confused and exhausted, you needed answers and you needed them now.

He glanced around the room before making his decision.

“Alright, come with me. We’ve gotta talk.”

-

John sat you down in a private room with a two-way mirror where you told him all about himself, how you woke up here and your marriage. Your Johnny MacTavish, your young husband who went by Soap. Everything, you laid it all on the table, the task force, the mission, the death. Everything.

And John believed you, as crazy as it sounded, from wherever you came from and however you got here- because how else could you know all this?

As he listened, he kept looking to your ring finger, the gold band adorning that you refused to ever take off. He admired your devotion.

John sat, silent when you finished, glancing towards the mirror every now again. Thinking and planning his next move.

“Wait here.” He stood up from his chair and left out the door, leaving you with your own thoughts. But only the same questions were on repeat.

Where am I? What was that photo? Why is he older? Is he still alive? Does he know who I am? Would he think I’m crazy? What now?

You almost didn’t register the sound of Price opening the door again until his figure reappeared. He could only stare at you, empathy in his eyes. Although this was a weird situation, he could tell you were genuine and wanted to help, so he trusted you. Anything for his boys, Johnny included.

“He’s been listening.” John starts and you draw in a breath.. You didn’t even know you were holding it.

He? As in your Johnny?

“He would like to meet you, if you’d like to see him-“

“Yes.” You reply without thinking.

Eager for anything, anything at all that could bring you a glimpse Johnny. The love of your life taken so young, life was so cruel and unfair. Taking him just as you were happiest. He was alive but was this still your Johnny? From the photo he was older, he’s different. He probably doesn’t even know who you are, for all you know he could be married, have his own kids. Who the hell are you to interrupt all of that?

“Then I’ll take my leave.” John huffs, interrupting your thoughts. He eyes you up and down one last time before exiting once again.

You sit up from your chair instinctively, playing with your ring. It’s only now that the doubt hits you like a truck.

Would he believe you? Would he laugh you off? Would he even like what he sees?

The thoughts raced until he opened up the door, reveling himself to you. Then you could only stare in shock.

That was your Johnny.

Older, yes. But that was him. Banged up with more scars, he looks tired yet wears his age well, you just wish you could’ve seen him grow older alongside you… But that’s your Johnny alright.

His eyes drag from the floor to meet yours and he offers you a small smile. It’s enough to shoot the air back into your lungs and for your heart to beat again. The tears starts to leave your eyes and your hands shoot up to wipe them away.

Johnny takes a good look at you and particularly that golden wedding band that he supposedly gave you. It’s still always been his dream to marry a girl like you, in some odd way he feels proud that in another life he got you. A gorgeous, caring and devoted wife that he could love up and spoil. Johnny knows himself and in any life, he would do the same: wife up a woman like you. Looks like he did. Looks like he still could.

“I ‘eard what ye said.” He softly speaks. You close your eyes at the sound. It feels so good to hear him again. A little different, but it’s still him.

“Bonnie, ye don’t have to cry.”

He steps forward to cup your face, wiping your tears away with his fingers. You place your own hands over his, keeping him there. Having him touch you again, it’s better than anything you could have ever prayed for. This is all you think about and to finally have it all come true. Even if it’s just for a second, you’d trade it all away.

“My wife, eh?” Johnny jokes to try and lighten the mood. You look up into his eyes and laugh with a smile despite the tears still leaking. He doesn’t mind, he wipes them still anyway.

“It’s so good to see you again.” You confess, a hand leaving his to touch his scarred face. From his cheeks, a thumb over his chin and his lips. He’s so hard to look away from, how handsome he grew up to be. His gaze and attention makes you bite your lip out of habit. A blush flooding your cheeks- he still has the same effect on you. Damn.

The feeling goes straight to your core, and you react before you can think. Bringing your face to his, foreheads resting against each others while your hands explore his back and shoulders, his neck and through his hair. Something he used to love, and it makes you whine a little when he moans at the feeling. He loves your touch just as much.

“Lass, yer doin’ somethin’ wild to me.” Johnny stumbles out, his hands coming to rest on your waist, pulling you in until you’re flush with his body. He feels so good, so toned under his clothes and solid. You didn’t want him to stop, your mind starting to spin.

He runs his hands up your sides, gliding your shirt up to touch the bare skin underneath. The slightest touch has you moaning his name out and he can’t help but swell with pride as he sees this gorgeous, young girl before him come apart, desperate for more of him. His ego has never felt so big until this moment.

“Johnny…”

“What do y’a need?” He mumbles out against your lips, brushing them with just enough touch to set your skin on fire, begging for more.

“Kiss me.” You lean further into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. It’s all too much, and yet you want more. God, you knew that if he were to take you right here in this room, you’d come undone within a minute. Easily. Happily.

“Please.”

“Well- what the wife wants, the wife gets.” He chuckles as he clashes his lips to yours, his large frame utterly engulfing your small one. The way he uses your title so easily, wife- you can’t help but need more of him everywhere, all over like a wife deserves from her husband. Your own hands itching for more of him to touch, your mouths moving together, tongues finding each other as he hums against you.

Johnny guides you and gently backs you up against the wall, a hand protecting your head as your body meets it. You try to pull him even closer to you, grabbing at his clothes when you realize you need him completely bare. It’s been so long since you’ve felt good, only ever wanting your husband. And now here he is just for you. You wonder if he’s even better now with his age... Hard to tell without a test drive.

But it’s only when you need to part for air that some of reality comes back to you.

Guilt.

“Wait, Johnny.” The alarm bells go off in his head and he looks at you worriedly.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing his eyebrows crease you immediately try to calm him. Another kiss to his lips and he eases up a bit. Just like he used to.

“I need to know. Do you- do you already have someone? A wife?”

Your nerves hit once more. He could still have someone in this universe or wherever you are. And even like this, you couldn’t be that woman that ruins a marriage. Even if he does feel rightfully yours.

Johnny smiles a bit at the question before glancing downward, almost as if he’s shy or embarrassed.

“Nay, never did.” He starts before taking your cheeks back into his hands, looking into your eyes.

“Just you.”

The biggest smile breaks out on your face, your hands tugging at his shirt to bring his lips back down to yours. He feels good, warm, right. Yours. Still yours. Always yours.

“I know I’m a little young, but that doesn’t bother you, does it?” You ask with a slight smirk against his lips.

Johnny just laughs, his hands working their way down your body to cup your ass almost possessively.

“Certainly not.” His eyes looking all over your face, taking you all in. Gods, you’re gorgeous and all his? He could still hardly believe it, but he’ll be damned if he didn’t at least get to know you and try to make it all work with you. He owes that much to himself.

“Does it bother you?”

“Hmm? You being older?” You ask innocently.

Johnny only nods, still admiring your beautiful face, his girl.

You shake your head no, not daring to look away from his gaze.

“I think it’s sexy, Sergeant John MacTavish.” You quip teasingly.

A groan escapes his lips, his pants straining against him almost painfully at this point. He needed you now or he might combust.

“This room or mine?” Johnny whispers, bringing his knee in between your legs and his mouth to your ear.

“And it’s Captain now, bonnie. Make a decision or I’ll make one for ya. Put on a show.” He glances to the two-way mirror and a nervous giggle leaves your lips.

Your husband most certainly would do such a thing.

-

Johnny was sure to make you use his proper title as he properly had you in bed, as well as used yours.

And with your volume and his reach, everyone on the base now knew he had a wife.

Things were complicated, sure, but you two would figure it out. He knew you both wanted to give it a try and were both willing despite it all.

And after a few weeks, he decides that all there’s left to do is buy a ring of his own that’ll match yours.