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4Runner Soap x f!reader hunting/chasing trope
cw: mention of firearms
4Runner Soap is a hunter. He's proficient in the detection of deer, hog, bear, wolf and the greater cats.
He has a habit of doing perimeter checks when you stake down a camping site deep in the wilderness. Trekking a three hundred meter circle around the epicenter and painstakingly scrutinizing the environment for any signs of big game or nearby predators.
You, on the other hand, generally stay behind to finish with the tented habitat provisions.
Water filter? Check. Propane cooker? Done. Chairs and portable table? Set up before he had time ask. 9mm Browning? Already on your hip.
Through years of monthly excusions and weekly trips to the range, you'd become quite adept at laying out a well executed and comforting encampment that is both fitting for your security and adequate to the needs of his militarized undertones.
Your curiosity peaked one brisk afternoon once stringing up the necessities in record time. Deciding to interject Soap's wilderness reconnaissance with a most perplexing inquiry.
"Can I join you?"
He eyes you over with a glance. A smile creeping into the corner of his mouth as he holsters his custom made 1911 pistol.
And a sudden flame ignites in the blue of his eyes as he contemplates your inclusion to come along.
"Aye," he answers lowly. Maintaining his composure with a steady brow.
"Be good fer ya to get acclimated with the terrain, bonnie. Learn the ways of the bush an' all."
You answer with a smile of your own. Content and relieved with his comfort for you to tag along.
Your lips then quietly part to express your gratitude. But the words disappear on your tongue as he leans in and whispers with a tantalizing bite into your ear.
"Besides. Never know when yer gonnae need ta hol' up in a tree if a wolf be huntin' ya."
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I never thought I’d feel some type of way with Dogs. But you had my same energy. Playful, Chill and Loved. Back when I had Dee’s 4Runner, You was a perfect wingman too lol. But I was Batman and you were Ace….. it’s gonna be weird coming home from deployment and your not there with all that hyper energy. Messing up my clothes to cause just got done digging a whole in the backyard. But All dogs go to heaven so I know you eating better now. Rest In Peace Popeye.
Smh. I’m holding back tears for a Dog.
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Nothing like a good wingman watching your 6⠀ ⠀ #deathvalley #lifestyleoverland #overland #overlanding #pursueadventure #adventure #overlandbound #camping #4runner #turtlebacktrailers #23zerousa #oztent #expeditionexpress #rammount #southernstyleoffroad #budbuilt #iconvehicledynamics #stealthcustomseries #teamstealth
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Ribbed for Her Pleasure
A/N: I can't recall who I saved this Soap photo from. If anyone knows, please tell me so I can give credit. 💛
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader
18+ MDNI Explicit Smut, P in V, filthy banter, car sex, slight exhibitionism
Thank y'all for being patient. Seems like the writers block has started to lift a bit, and I'm finally back to indulging myself in Soap filth. Enjoy a nice road trip that turns into an exciting sexcapade. @glitterypirateduck I decided to flip the script on this one. I can't say no to Soap being a menacing tease. @waves-against-a-cliff thank you for sending in my first 🛞⭕💢⭕💢🛞, hope you like it.
Love y'all. And happy Super Soap Sunday!
WC ~2k
4Runner Soap loves to tease while driving on extended road trips.
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It's subtle at first. His warm hand resting on your thigh as you ramble on about nothing and everything under the sun.
He'll steal a few quick glances of your expression to attempt to gauge whether or not he's having the desired effect on you.
If you meet his steely gaze with equal growing intentions, he'll keep his hand resting on your thigh with a loving squeeze as his attention returns to the road ahead.
Yet if you show no reaction to his ministrations, continuing your verbal regurgitation of the weeks events, he'll have no choice but to press onward. His one hand gripped tightly around the steering wheel as the other moved further down ever closer between your thighs.
You feel his hand meandering ever closer to your clothed heat, but pay no mind to him. Only pointing out the next exit as you once more embellish his ears with mindless and unending banter.
Unperturbed by your unwillingness to give in, he sets forth in motion the one move, his last effort against your resolve to force you to finally surrender to him.
You didn't notice the subtle shift in the vehicles trajectory at first. Too focused on your phone and following the tiny icon as it moved along the highlighted route on the GPS.
It was only when you heard the rumbling hum of the tires over the ribbed outer lines of the lanes did you finally pull your eyes and pull your attention to him.
Before you could utter a singular protest, his hand moved the center of your thighs and pressed his index and middle finger into the inner seam of your jeans. Enhancing the continuous feel of the vibrations reverberating under the metal frame as they culminated into the growing throb emanating within your swelling folds.
"Johnny," you whimpered in feigning protest as his fingertips rubbed over the raised center of your trousers.
"What are you doing? Pay attention to the-"
"Shu' it, lass." Soap barked back with a playful bite rolling off his tongue.
"Rest tha' mouth a'yers fer a minute, yeah. Or I'm gonnae 'ave ta put ta better use."
Words failed you as his thick fingers continued to push into the flesh of your clothed cunt. Still riding the jagged lines on the pavement, making you roll your eyes back and bite your lip to quell the muffled moan threatening to escape within the depths of your throat.
"Ya like tha', bonnie? Ribbed fer yer pleasure by th'roadside?" He mocked with a confidence that never failed to make you quiver.
Feeling your arousal pool within in the depths of your soaking heat as his fingers pressed firmly against your swollen folds. Only managing to moan in response, which further fueled his resolve with a guttural growl, pulling his hands away from your growing pleasure and immediately shifting to take the next exit.
"Johnny, this isn't our exit."
"Nah. Emergency stop. Got a full stauner 'ere, and I cannae focus on nothin' else except tha' sweet pussy a'yers."
You turned to face him, eyes glancing down to focus on thr growing tent in his pants. The sounds of 4Runner's engine revving mirroring the sexual tension between the seats as Soap veered the vehicle into traffic, his eyes desperate and focused on finding a secluded passage for some much needed privacy.
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It took no more than five minutes to find one that met his growing needs. A meandering dirt road that ended against an abandoned fence with a rusted and weather tempered 'No Trespassing' sign.
You barely had a moment to unbuckle your seat belt as he made his way to your side of the SUV. Inhuman speed fed by an unadulterated need to take you, unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder with a huffing grunt. Only to be reciprocated by a piercing snicker, accepting your fate as he threw you into the flattened back of the cargo space and greedily began tearing your clothes away.
"Aren't you afraid we'll get caught?" Your pathetic attempt to reason with him only seemed to spur him further into a needy and unbridled rage.
"Fuck 'em. My need fer ya outweighs them bloody regulations." Soap spat back through gritted teeth.
Your exposed form laying out for him as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the chiseled frame that always seemed to render you speechless and begging for him.
Feeling the warmth of your arousal pool within your folds, spreading your legs to invite him in with a confident stare that mirrored his own hungry gaze.
"Steamin Jesus, look a'tha. Already fuckin soakin fer me, aren't ya, bonnie?"
"Always, Johnny. Nobody makes me wetter than you."
Soap's cerulean eyes swirled with glorious intent, flickering between your desperate expression and the glistening folds of encroaching conquest as he hastily unbuckled the confines of his trousers. Pushing the fabric of his pants and boxers down to release his throbbing length, a subtle whimper escaping his lips to the cool air hitting his hot flesh as a stream of precum ran down the tip of his reddened cock.
"Yer always so fuckin pretty like this, lass. Spread out an' jus' waitin fer me."
His jaw tightened to sight of your cunt clenched around nothingness in reaction to his sultry brogue. Splaying yourself out for him like a sacrificial lamb while the deafening sounds of echoing traffic echoed from deep within the trees and rolled around the walls of your private encampment.
"Gonnae fuck ya good, bonnie," he purred lowly with a rolling timbre. Ever so slowly moving like a predator as he encroached and hovered over your flushed and exposed form.
The maelstrom churning within the depths of his eyes luring you to his turbulent sea of ecstacy, nestling himself within the crevice of your thighs as he aligned his hardened cock to the puckering hole of your swollen cunt.
"Joh-" your muffled attempt to calm his name was silenced as his mouth sealed over your lips. Piercing the fluttering walls of your pussy in one fluid stroke, bottoming out with a resonating growl while his hands found purchase under the soft bend of your knees.
"Put yer knees on me shoulders, bonnie." He coaxed, pulling away from your lips to guide the shaky limbs of your legs over the broad expanse of his shoulders.
The sudden shift in position moving him slightly within your tight walls as the greedy flesh of your cunt clenched around his turgid length. Rolling your eyes back with a hissing breath, hands flying up above your head to find purchase within the haul of the vehicle as he laid his dense and muscular form on top of your folded and contorted frame.
"Tha's it, bonnie. Fuckin' clench around me. Lemme feel how much ya need me."
As the sounds of his rumbling voice reverberated within your ears, he glacially pulled his hips back. Nearly pulling out completely before penetrating once more and filling the silken depths of your heat in one fluid and languid thrust.
Forcing a gravelly moan from within the cavern of your chest, fingers wrapping around the metal frame protruding from the haul as Soap braced his hands on either side of your head and steadily began to thrust himself deep into your greedy hole.
“Johnny- aren't ya gonna close- the hatch?” you groaned, gritting your teeth while he picked up his pace. Steadily pounding his hips against your ass, his lips curling into a cocky smile while his eyes glinted at his mischievous intent.
“Nah, bonnie. Gonnae give em- a good show-” he crooned in response with a breathy growl. Disregarding your concern for the outside world, continuing to pound his cock into your welcoming heat as the creaking sound of the suspension began to echo across the shell of your ears.
You attempted to lift your head and catch a glimpse of the tree laden environment around you, only to be forced back down as Soap changed trajectory once more. Your mouth falling open with a silently pleasured protest as the thick head of his cock ran over a sensitive bundle of nerves deep within your cunt that only he had managed to find.
“Holy fuck!” Your voice hollered over the sounds of the croaking suspension, finally giving into the unrelenting ecstasy only he could provide. Arching your back against the carpeted floor of the cargo space, desperate to meet his powerful thrusts and aid in his direction while he maintained a steady, vigorous pace.
“Found tha’ spot. Didnae I, bon? Gonnae make a mess on me cock? Scream me name as I fuck ya real good? Clenchin around me like-”
“Goddammit! Shut up!”
His unending banter had finally pushed your quiet resolve to the wayside. Reaching your hand feverishly towards his neck, wrapping your fingers around the chain of his dangling dog tags to bring his running mouth down to your lips and ultimately rendering him blissfully silent.
Sinking your teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip as you wrap your free arm around the back of his neck. Keeping his chest flushed against yours, a thin sheen of sweat forming between the sliding flesh and forcing only his hips to move as he pumped himself into the depths of your soaking heat.
The wet sounds of your pussy emanating off the plastic and fabric haul of his 4Runner, accompanied by the combined gasping breaths from your chests that formed into a blissfully erotic symphony. A duet only heightened by the most pornagraphic whimper you had ever heard against your mouth as his hips began to stutter and his eyes pleaded for his upcoming release.
“Steamin Jesus, bonnie. I’m gonnae come. Gonnae fill ya up.” Soap’s muffled words vibrated against the flesh of your mouth as your free hand gripped into the thick locks of his mohawk.
Pulling his mouth away to bury his face into the crook of your neck. Letting your lips seal over the top of his shoulder and silence the strained bellow from within your chest as your orgasm suddenly erupted and coursed through your veins like a violent blaze.
Soap’s hot breath cascading against your flesh with a guttural growl, his hands gripping to the carpeted fabric as he bottomed out in one final thrust and emptied himself against the spongy walls of your pulsing cervix. Pulling his trembling body up to let your legs fall and extend, the burn of over exertion flowing underneath your skin as an all too familiar ache began to form within the buried tissue around your pelvis.
“Jesus Christ, Soap. Where the fuck did this come from?” Your voice hushed in the grips of blissful afterglow, hands meandering to his temples while his body steadily began to collapse above you.
“Donnae know, lass. Thinkin maybe, it was them bloody reflectors.”
Reluctantly, Soap began to pull himself off your overly exhausted frame, only to be pulled back down by your clawing hands and laid his head against your sweat ladened and heaving bare chest.
“Not yet, babe. Just rest a minute.” Speaking in a hushed tone, you pressed your lips against the drenched crest of his scalp. Tasting the saltiness against your tongue and allowing your hands to gently run down the curve of his spine as you felt him steadily give into body’s exhaustion.
“If you don’t rest, Johnny, I’m gonna have to drive the rest of the way while you sleep this off.”
“Haud yer weesht, hen.” He retorted, his brogue quiet and muffled against the supple flesh of your breast. Your lips curling into a smooth smile as you reveled in the gentle sounds of nature accompanied by the everpresent hum of distant traffic.
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Wrapping your fingers around Soap's dog tags while moaning into his mouth as he fucks you senseless in the back of his 4Runner.
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4Runner Soap secretly loves getting stuck in traffic with you because it gives him a reason to ask for road head.
He can't help it. He gets bored easily. Plus, it's a good way to pass the time for the both of you.
Just remember to keep a strong hold under his right knee this time. Man can't control that involuntary leg jerk when you deep throat him and swallow every last drop of his seed when he comes.
No need for yet another fender bender because he turns into Scottish Thumper at your mad dick sucking skills.
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And make sure to keep the windows up. You know this man gets loud when your pretty lips are wrapped around his cock.
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It started off as a joke...
"It's like chasing cars in the sky. Watching them fly by like that," you said quietly.
Eyes gazing up into the night while a pair of satellites dart across the dark silken blackness.
The whispering ghost of the Milky Way etching across the midnight expanse as you both lose yourselves in the comfort of each other's embrace.
It quickly became a weekly endeavor in the months that would allow it. When the world would grant you those precious days of his company before being thrusted back into your prolonged solitude.
You had lost count at one point or another of the nights spent out in the wilderness. Weekends of endless pleasure molding, kneading together to form a buffer that eased your pain while he was away.
Yet tonight was different.
This night being of particular importance as it was the third year anniversary of your first date.
"Why ya always gotta kiss it, hen?" Soap asked with a smile and rumbling tone that never failed to melt your heart.
"I want to give it new memories," you replied. Voice muffled as your lips gently ran along the edge of his chin. Etching fresh souvenirs into his scarred flesh as his eyes gazed into the star lit night sly.
"Hm. I cannae say no t'that, lass."
A few hours later, as you both quickly threw your clothes back on to protect from the bitter chill of the cold, you caught a glimpse of a line of satellites as it raced across the night sky.
Its formation distinctive. You knew it's name the moment your eyes focused on the elongated row of orbiting diamonds with a smile and a gasp that called back to your blissful stargazing youth.
"Johnny. It's Starlink."
"Aye."
Soap's reply was measured, keeping his enthusiasm at bay as he watched your eyes glisten like an overly enigmatic child.
"Grab my phone, babe. I wanna see if I can get a picture of it before it-"
Pulling your eyes away to glance over at your beloved Scot, your words immediately became lodged in the thick of your throat.
And if the sight of Starlink made you gasp, the scene of Johnny on one knee beneath a blanekt of stars all but nearly took your breath away completely.
"What'ya say, lass? Wanna chase cars forever?"
Thank you to @ohgeesoap for inspiring this. 💛
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Drumming in the Deep
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader
18+ MDNI Sexual Themes
Synopsis: Every good outdoorsman needs a trusty set of tires he can rely on. You can't stand them at first. Then, slowly, you begin to appreciate them. And more so than just for their necessity.
(This is just a quickie. Wink wonk)
4Runner Soap enjoys a few good days tearing up the trails while he's on leave. Painting his vehicular baby in a thick layer of mud and making memories that'll last him until he comes home from his next deployment.
Which means man's gotta have some thick treads on his tires.
Like, thiccck
We're talkin BF Goodrich All Terrain KO2.
They're big. And they're loud.
And you hated them.
At first.
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"They're obnoxious, Johnny." You said, rolling your eyes as you lightly slammed the passenger door.
"They're practical, lass. Need 'em for th'trail. Donnae want to get stuck out in th'wilderness, do ya?"
"No. It's just-"
"Jus' what?" He interrupted with a playful scowl.
Crossing his thick arms over his chest, giving his newly acquired rubber a quick glance, then returning his steely gaze back to you.
"They look good, though, yeah?"
You fought the urge to stare but ultimately couldn't resist. And you sighed in defeat.
"Yeah. They look good, babe."
"Aye."
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That hate slowly began to turn into something more akin to skillful appreciation. Especially on the multiple trips you both took deep into the mountains. Saved only by the expert treads as they traversed easily over the rocky and mud covered terrain.
Yet it wasn't their skill at grappling the earth that had your undivided attention.
It was their sound.
That one aspect of them you hated most had become his calling card when he was home. And on a quiet day you could hear those treads screaming his arrival a quarter mile away as he made the turn down into your secluded neighborhood.
You didn't mind the distinctive drumming anymore. In fact, you craved it.
Began to identify it more out within your daily life. Listening to the specific hum of tires while running your errands like a practiced composer.
Focusing in for that specific wavering thrumb that somehow ricochet within your mind and traveled down your spine into the velvety flesh of your core.
Soap had infiltrated your daily life in a way you could have never imagined.
He had inexplicablly turned something so simple and mundane into a catalyst that would bring forth the most sinful and erotic memories of him.
Replaying those moments of primal bliss as he buried himself deep within the silken walls of your cunt. Lost in the grip of his animalistic tendencies within the realm of nature as he fucked you into oblivion in the back of his 4Runner.
You couldn't eacape it anymore. Everywhere you went, there was a symphony of treads that echoed around you.
You could barely go to the grocery store without having to hear the constant drumming in the deep as your walls clenched to the low hum of an all terrain chorus.
And it never failed. Quick trip to Walmart, automatic change of panties when you got home.
And you hated him for it.
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Tailgate Movie Night
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader
Synopsis: You and Soap take advantage of a warm summer's night to hit the drive-in. Yet halfway through the film, your attention gets pulled to a more tranquil scene before you.
Warnings: None. Fluffs galore.
You couldn’t have asked for a better night if you begged for it. The warm summer air cooled with a gentle breeze that came in the moment the sun descended below the distant horizon. A crystal clear night. The dark, black expanse of the sky blanketed in countless stars, so many you were unable to discern the distinct formation of your favorite constellations within them.
And popcorn. So. much. Popcorn.
As you made your way through the vast jungle of parked cars, you let your mind wander and take in the sights and sounds around you.
The endless parade of movie goers lining up at the concession stand.
A series of high-pitched screams of children scurrying around the grass laden parking lot.
And the delicious aroma of salted butter filling your sinuses as you made your way back to your parking spot. Needing both hands to cradle the massive paper bag of popcorn your lover always insisted on during movie nights.
And you obliged, as always. Movie theater popcorn was, after all, his guilty pleasure. And you were certainly not going to deny Soap MacTavish of his most prized culinary obsession.
As you continued to meander through the last line of parked cars, your eyes finally caught sight of Soap’s other most prized obsession; his 4Runner.
Your lips involuntarily curled into a smile as you watched him make the last-minute touches to the back of the compartment. Transforming a typical cargo hold into a full-blown comforting sanctuary.
Built in air mattress. Pillows set up against the backseat and sides of the trunk. And a plethora of blankest set out at your disposal. In other words, perfect.
“Lookin’ good, Johnny,” you called out with a grin permanently etched onto your lips.
“Aye. Jus’ need one more thing,” Soap replied, reaching over the backseat to grab the cooler and a six pack of Irn Bru.
“You splurgin’ tonight. Aren’t ya, love?”
“I earned it, lass. Got the botched crest to prove it,” he answered with a head tilt and a smirk.
The chunk of hair missing from his distinctive mohawk more visible in the dim light and the peach fuzz of new hair growth just beginning to cover the scar left by the grazed bullet.
“It’s an interesting look, Soap. Got a bit of a, I don’t know, Stegosaurus vibe to it.”
“Shut it, lass.”
“Why don’t you just shave it?”
Soap fell silent. Immediately shooting you a playfully repulsed glare and grabbing at the immense bag of popcorn from your hands.
“Away n’ biel yer heid.”
“Yeah. Fuck you too, babe.” You smiled brightly back at him, climbing into the back to take your place snuggled up next to him.
Not even thirty minutes into the movie, you reached over into the giant bag of popcorn nestled between you and found it to be nearly completely empty. Cupping a few straggling upopped kernels into your hand, you glanced over and took in the blissful sight before you.
Soap MacTavish. Your Johnny. Fast asleep against the pillow next to you.
In normal circumstances, you would jab into his side and rile him up to keep him awake. But now, with how peaceful he looked, you wouldn’t dare stir him from his whimsical slumber.
Instead, you turned your attention from the film on the oversized outdoor screen to the tranquil scene of calmness beside you. Lightly tracing your fingers along the top of his scalp as you laid on your side, ever so slowly running your fingers through the remnants of his mohawk as he breathed steadily within the grip of deep sleep.
Soap always had trouble sleeping at night. Whether it be from the nightmarish memories of his previous deployments, or new found fears he had only just begun to conjure up within his mind, sleep always seemed to perpetually dance around taunt him, no matter how hard he tried to give in.
But here, in the back of his 4Runner and amongst a crowd of movie goers and intricate white noise, he could find peace. And you’d be damned if you did anything to take that away from him.
You felt a slight tinge of embarrassment at how easily you fell in love with watching him sleep. And guilty, a sense that somehow you were almost stealing these precious moments of rest from him. Taking advantage of his unconscious vulnerability for your own selfish need to witness and cache these serene moments for yourself.
And you did.
As the dim light of the drive-in danced across his dreamlike expression, you shifted all focus and attention from the film to bask in the tranquility that was him.
Laying your head on his chest to lose yourself in the rhythmic cadence of his heart. A gentle smile curling into your lips as you felt the groggy movement of his arm behind you, pulling you in closer with a sleepy groan.
The world slowly began to melt away as you both enjoyed the closeness of one another. Low, rumbling vibrations of the films soundtrack rolling through the hull of the vehicle, eliciting a muffled giggle as your mind recalled a more robust vibration Soap preferred in the back of his 4Runner.
"What's s'funny, hen?" Soap managed through a drowsy whisper. Tilting his chin down to tenderly kiss the top of your forehead.
"Nothin'. Just enjoying the moment, love."
"Mhmm. Yer a terrible liar, lass."
Your smile widened, looking up to meet the cerulean fire of his eyes draped behind heavy lids. His signature mischievous grin telling all you needed to know about his full intentions for the night.
And you were more than happy to put on a show for him. Appreciating his decision to park in the back as you both created your own soundtrack for the night.
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Excuse me while I whip this out....
NSFW under the cut. As per usual
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Soap loves to fuck you in the back of his 4Runner. Even more so than in your shared bed.
He always invites you out on his camping trips. He says he does so because he adores your company while in the wild and can't get enough of how much of an adorable novice you are in the art of deep wilderness living.
He used to only set up camp on the ground, as before you it was just him he had to worry about. But that first time you tagged along and begged to sleep in the trunk space of his SUV in fear of getting mauled by a bear, he caved immediately.
He was reluctant at first to admit how much he enjoyed the vehicular enclosure deep in the woods. And the way you snuggled yourself up against him to keep warm did nothing but fuel the burning fire of arousal deep within his loins.
It didn't take long before you were naked, having only a blanket draped around your shoulders as you vigorously rode on his hardened cock. Your fingers digging into the flesh of his chest, his strong hands gripping your hips as he guided your soaking heat along his length.
And as you bounced on him, you couldn't help but notice the sounds of the vehicle's suspension creaking at every up and down movement of your hips. Aiding in your upward motions, assisting in your downward plunge until your bodies moved in tandem with the springs of the SUV. The sounds of pleasure mixing with the strain of metallic distress as you rode him like an animal in the midst of the deep wilderness.
You were a staple on his excursions from that point on. He taught you the ways of the wild. The life-saving techniques if you were ever faced with such a circumstance. And within a few months, you were no longer a novice. You were a well-rounded outdoorsman, fully capable and confident in your abilities to even go on a few short solo trips while he was on his extended deployments.
But they were never the same. They were tranquil, yes. But his company always made the trips more enjoyable. Especially when those wildly lascivious needs crawled into your psyche.
And that damn 4Runner. You had to admit, you were getting soft on it. You never drove it while he was gone. It was his baby. And you almost felt like you were cheating on him just looking at it. So it became a quick tradition that within the first few days of him coming home, you took a trip into the wilds tougher. To get away from the world and reconnect after months of prolonged separation.
And of course, fuck in the 4Runner. Your favorite of outdoor activities.
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I've seen a lot of people headcanon Soap as driving something small and compact while on leave. And as much as I can respect that, I just can't see him in anything smaller than an SUV. Especially being the outdoorsy man that he is. And he needs the trunkspace for his gear when he goes to the range.
So, I'm putting my Soap in a 4Runner. Great off-road capabilities, compact enough for city living, and plenty of space for all the gear he needs for a day of gunpowder and sniping practice.
Soap image credit to @yumethefrostypanda
I'm also writing a fic where he takes you to Poundtown in the backseat. And there ain't no way in hell I'm doing that in the back of a fuckin' Jetta.
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Just imagine,
Soap MacTavish on leave. Departing from the world of responsibility and finding himself nestled deep within the mountains of.....
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Georgia
I know, I know. It's not what you were expecting. But let me explain.
I was talking with a mutual because I had some hesitation about putting pieces of myself within my character of Soap. I wanted to give him something I hadn't really come across yet, and as a writer, how can you not put part of yourself within them?
I went back and forth on many aspects and ultimately decided on the facet of finding yourself outside of your own home country. Because that's a cornerstone of my own life story.
I am originally from Canada. Born and raised just outside Toronto. The Great White North will always be my home, where my soul belongs. But it's not where I found myself, my true self. Where my heart resides. That, belongs to two different places.
Half of my heart belongs to the Emerald Coast, where I currently reside. And the other is nestled within the mountains of the Appalachia, where I spent nearly twenty years of my summers while I lived in Virginia.
And the latter is what I'm focusing on for 4Runner Soap. Finding himself outside the walls of his own country, which in time will eventually lead him to a chance meeting with the reader. (Which will follow a drabble inspired by the 50 Word Fic Challenge we did)
I know this will not pull to everyone's interest, and I respect that. I wanted to put Soap in Scotland, but I know nothing about the geography of that gorgeous country. And I feel I would be doing it a disservice if I even tried to convey it in my writing since I've never seen it. Never felt it.
To find yourself, you need to know what the environment feels like around you. How it influences your mental health and gives you the peace you so desperately need.
Which is all 4Runner Soap is looking for.
I'm rambling, I know. But I am so excited for this. I don't even care if this series gets no love, I'll be proud of myself no matter what for getting it out into the world.
Much love. And get ready for a weekend full of 4Runner Wingman Soap.
And as always...
Stay Thirsty Soap Sqaud™️
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Photo credit to @jabonmactavish on Twitter Edit by @deadbranch
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Series Masterlist Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x f!reader x Alex Mason
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Blue Steel *** WC 3.3k
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First Flight of the Scottish Hawk * WC 1.7k
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Kinky Soap ***
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Random Soap Headcanons *
Mindful Arrangement **
Soap Cuddling Headcanons ***
Civilian Soap ***
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If Soap Had a Blog
Soap Thirsting Tirade
Thirsty Soap Thoughts ***
Random COD Scenario Part 1, Part 2 Part 3
OG Soap NSFW Alphabet Part 1 ***
Art commission by @tacticalanxiety. Based on Ice Cream Scottish King.
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so we know Soap loves to go off roading, but is his 4runner a manual or automatic 😫
Unfortunately, it's automatic. Toyota stopped making the manual transmission 4Runner's back in 2000, if I remember correctly.
I believe they'll be bringing them back this year (2024, maybe) but with the 4 cylinder engine.
Not that I'm bashing the more streamlined power capacity, but my man ain't gonna be driving that.
He needs horse power. Torque. And proficient towing capacity for a midsized SUV.
Full blown 4Runner ramble under the cut.
This is why he went the '22 TRD Off Road. 4.0 liter, V6 engine that purrs like a kitten on the road and growls like a beast while tackling the trail.
I've already made a post about his desired tire of choice here. (I love throwing the pavlovian effect on the squad. It's so much fun)
He does have lift kit. Yet only added an extra inch to remain compatible with the KDSS (Kinetic Dynamic Suspension System. 4Runners are made to go off road, not much need for after-market additions when they're already almsot perfect)
Now you're probably going to ask if he has the snorkel. And the answer is, hell yes. Water won't stop this beast of vehicular engineering. It'll plow through it with ease, like the parting of the seas.
And I see him keeping the black trim and black on red TRD rims. He also went with the Nautical blue paint job because of course he did. Pair that with the full black out tint, and this is sexiest thing you've ever seen while out backpacking through the woods (besides the man sitting in the driver seat)
I could go on for hours about this man's vehicular baby (he calls her his breagha (Scots for pretty/beautiful)). But I'll leave you all with this.
Much love, and get off the beaten path 💛 (pun very much intended)
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And 4Runner Soap snags another.
The literal giggle I let out at reading "slutty call of duty stuff'. Oh my God.
With every quick trip to the store or long trek across the state. 4Runner Soap is there, just waiting for you to fall into his carefully placed thirst trap.
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