#johnny story reader insert

[luveternals]

paring: 1. john 'soap' mactavish x top male reader, implied soap x ghost (spoiler: if you ship them, sorry) rating: mature, MDNI cw: death, blood, depiction of killing, mention of war, major character death(i guess), morally grey reader, obsession, non explicit sexual content. tell me if I missed anything else. disclaimer: all mistakes are my own. I never played cod. I don't know bananas about the military. and i'm not doing research bc I literally don't have the time to fall into another rabbit hole... ⁓ ⁓ ⁓

Just watch from afar. You tell yourself. You will not get anything other than that. Because you know if you dare to get too close, there’s a chance it won’t end well.

You lean against the railing, sweat dump hair sticking to your forehead. He is on the other side of the training grounds, muscles working as he tackles his opponent to the ground.

The grin spreading across his plush lips. The look of surprise that replaces it when the other flips their position. The loud, beaming laugh that bubbles from deep inside his chest when they clap hands, and he gets pulled back onto his feet.

Gorgeous.

Someone calls your name, and when you snap out of whatever trance you’ve fallen, you find you’ve moved closer to the scene at some point.

You shake your head and redirect your body to the person demanding your attention. Your new captain waves his hand at you.

It hasn't been more that a few days since you've been reassigned, landed away like an object, and already they are sending you out with a squad you know nothing of aside from the little written info given to you before you moved to this new base.

You figure they don’t care for tests when the results are destined to be useless in the face of real life.

You only have time to glance over your shoulder, and he’s already leaving, walking further and further away from you. And you suppose there's never been any chance for him to ever notice you to begin with.

-

The building as eerily quiet, nothing like the deafening chaos that had broken the moment your squad had revealed itself to the enemy.

There is a body laying at your feet, eyes staring emptily at the ceiling while the hole between them drips gore into the dusty floor. The gun in your hand is cold despite the echoing ‘bang’ still ringing in your ears.

“All clear,” a voice whispers into your earpiece. “Meet you at exfil, everyone,” another adds.

The face of your victim is smooth, years away from any wrinkles. You pause for a second, taking in every detail.

The gun burns in your trembling grip despite the gloves, blood pooling at your feet. He hadn’t been wearing a helmet, terror now frozen in his empty gaze. His inexperience showed in his lack of scares and wrinkles, expression made macabre with the fresh hole shot between his eyes.

“Was that your first?” someone had asked when you made it to exfil and found your seat in your team’s assigned vehicle. You didn’t bother answering, they had their own regardless.

Your first kill. You tucked your gun away and ignored it for the rest of the ride.

You step out of the building, clothes sticky with wet filth and feet leaving dark stains into the ground. But the gun is steady in your hands, the next bullet ready to be fired. The mess left behind is nothing but an unfortunate aftermath.

“What a face,” someone from your team says the moment you find yourself at exfil, “seen the devil?”

“The last kid I killed,” you say with a hum, “iIt reminded me of the first time I shot someone.”

“Your first kill was just a kid?”

You don’t bother to give an answer.

-

It’s three years later that you meet him officially.

You’ve never dared to get anywhere close to him, and simply learned about him instead.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish.

Nothing about him changed. To say he seems to have walked out of your memories it’s an understatement.

What’s different now though is the people that are part of his team.

The TF141. Who hasn’t heard of them?

Respected for their efficiency, infamous for the stories that circulate about them.

You stand to attention when you notice them making their way towards you.

The captain is the first to shake your hand, but Soap is, of course, the one that has your attention zero on him.

“I’ve heard of yah,” he says, and you have to fight the urge to beam. Has he? “Efficient, strong-willed, with nerves of steel. Say, he’s gonna be the perfect babysitter, ay Lt?”

Soap turns to beam at the looming figure that steps to stand behind him and fire burns into your vein, angry and ugly.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. The person Soap seems to be the closest to.

“You’re gonna scare him off, Johnny,” Riley only gives him an unimpressed look before shifting his attention to stare at you. Friend of foe?

It's ridiculous how the two of them standing so close sends the urge to clench your hands into fist through your body.

They’ve been a team for years now, it’s only natural for them to grow close.

Logically, that would be it. But you find yourself hating the mere idea.

“It’ll be a pleasure to work with you,” you say, gentle smile grazing your lips. It doesn’t reach your eyes and whether Soap sees it or not, you know Ghost does.

You let it spread wider until it turns into a dangerous smirk.

-

Being pinned to the floor with a gun to the temple takes you by surprise, but it’s a natural reaction before your logic replaces it. You should have seen it coming, you’ve grown overconfident in your skills during the years, too cocky even.

The odds had never been in your favor. They knew somehow of your plan and now the 141 has been sent to scatter.

You’ve lost sight of the others, your comms stolen by the enemy.

There are bodies littering the floor, abandoned weapons taking up the little remaining space.

“I’m gonna love this,” the bastard pressing you into the floor hisses into your ear.

Bang.

When it comes to a fight, skill is not the only factor that comes into play.

you jerk to the side and pain blossom through the side of your head, still you throw your weight back and the man falls off you with a surprised shout.

You jump him, elbow falling against his throat, and steal the gun from his slacked grin.

The echoing bang sends stars into your vision and splatters his brain into the floor.

You stumble onto your feet, hand flying up to press against the side of your head. The ringing against your ear makes you squint and when you feel a new presence enter the room you spin around on instinct and fire your weapon, body slamming against the wall as someone throws their weight against you.

Click.

The magazine is empty.

“I suppose I should count ourselves lucky, you and I, hmm?”

Riley is holding your knife against your throat, your gun aiming at his chin.

He slips your knife back into its holster and steps away to look around the room. “You could have stabbed the shite out of him before he’d even had the chance to shoot you. Afraid of knives or someth'?” he asks, and you know he’s making fun of you despite his mask hiding his expressions.

You pull your hand away from your head and stare at it. Blood stains the glove and drips down your face, but the bullet had only grazes at the skin of your head. “Not the kind weapon I care for.”

-

“They are made to be used,” Captain Price says through the comms. “You don’t carry them just because,” he says, and despite the disinterest Riley is currently exerting, you know he purposely had a hand in this.

“When we get back we will brush over your combat skills.”

You feel like a child, adults staring you down after they found out you haven’t done your homework. Not a soldier making his way back thorugh an abandoned building to meet with the rest of his team.

“There is no need for that, sir,” you say with a sigh.

“Then why haven’t you used it?”

No one is immune to trauma. And in some degree we all know we’re suffering from it in some way or another. We either don’t want to acknowledge it or are simply too broken by it to realize we’re under it’s influence.

You fall silent. It’s not that you don’t know how to answer. Nor is it that you’re too broken by the sweet, soulless voice that whispers into your ear like a devil on your shoulder without its angel.

It’s the fact that they would not understand. Perhaps, their gazes would soften with sympathy, perhaps they would harden with disgust.

Still, they wouldn’t understand. To do so they would have to experience it for themselves. And you know there only little chance for it to end as it did you.

And so you let them find their own answers; they have them of their own, anyway. Assumptions are good enough for it.

Like always.

-

Perhaps, you’ve lost your touch. Perhaps, it’s the alcohol easing your guard to relax, attention stolen away by the pleasurable warmth spreading through your limbs.

He can sense your eyes on him tonight. And each time he turns to meet your gaze with a confident, amused smirk.

Right now, he leans against the bar, perfect body stretching against the counter as he moves to press his lips against your ear, “is staring all you gon’do?” he purrs, hot breath sending chills down your back and straight between your legs.

You’re frozen in delighted surprise. Your voice cracks when you find it again. “It depends.”

“Hmm,” he chuckles, finger tickling up your throat to press against you Adam's apple, “on what, pray tell?”

Initial shock gone, it’s your time to smirk. You take his hand in yours and press a kiss against his palm, then run your tongue between two of his fingers. “Am I your first choice tonight?”

He falters, body going rigid at the words. His attention flicks to the side, gaze staring somewhere just past your shoulder.

You can feel the intensity of his first choice burning a hole on the back of your head.

You shove the bitterness aside and pull you man closer by the hips.

“It's okay, darling. I’ll show you how you got nothing but to gain from this.”

The way out of the pub and into your room is a blur of heat and hunger. He lets out a loud groan, gripping your shoulders as you press him against the door, lips sucking possessive marks down his throat and chest.

He flips your position and slams you against the wall, hands pulling at your clothes and lips biting against your own.

You smile and push him away. “Impatient.” with a second push he falls onto the bed, legs spread open and chest heaving with anticipation, “is this what him breaking your heart makes you feel?”

He tenses for the second time this night, hesitation washing over the lust hazing his gaze. But you're already climbing onto the bed, pulling him closer by the knees and wrapping his legs around your waist.

“Don’t worry, darling. Once I’m done with you, you won't have any energy to do anything but think of me.”

-

The air is knocked out of your opponent, back hitting the mat below your feet with a dull thump.

Soap groans and huffs out a laugh as he claps his hand into yours, and you pull him to his feet.

“Cap, I think he doesn’t need the knife after all,” he says and slips his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, so he can grin at you. His gaze is heavier than it has ever been, touch lingering longer and longer the more he finds reasons to touch you.

“I know how to use it, It’s just not my preferred weapon,” you say, “I find using it a little too… personal.”

-

Other knives are different from the real thing. They might be duller, sharper, newer, older. But they are not the same thing.

You hold it under the moonnight, letting it shine as it reflects under it. The handle has long lost its colors, the design dulled and smoothed over by time and use.

You circle your hand around it and for some reason it feels out of place now that it fits the shape properly, making the grip more comfortable, firmer, steadier. Your fingers feel like they don’t belong there, like they are too large now, too callous, too stained.

You let it spin around your fingers, and it moves with too much grace and elegance, too much confidence, you much will to kill.

Not like the first time you’ve welded it. When the moon shone through the window like a witness. When your fingers trembled as wet warmth spread over them. Your breath came out quicker, harsher, punching through your lungs with panic.

You were clueless back then, armed only with knowledge taken from science lessons at school. Guided by repressed rage, pushed over by fear.

Your real first kill.

The knife spins faster, only to sink into the wood of the window frame when you stab it into it.

-

Nothing is going to turn out tonight. This Is how they’ve put it when they’d sent you out on stakeout. Your presence here is a simple, mostly useless precaution.

You watch him from the table, posture leaned against the chair into a careful, lazy slump.

While you're open about your staring, he’s on the balcony, eyes scanning the streets below. Still you can feel his attention on you, muscles tense as neither of you outright acknowledges thick the tension weight over your heads.

The knife is a solid weight against in its holster, pressing flat against your thigh when you tense your leg. You reach below the table and play with the handle.

This night is not going to end like everyone expects it. You know.

He shifts his position and this time turns to meet your gaze head on, eyes scanning your expression and jaw clenching st what he finds.

Neither of you is waiting for the enemy, no. He knows.

-

141 finds you standing in the middle of the room. Gun warm in one hand. Knife stained red in the other.

Two bodies laying on the ruined carpet at your feet. Only one their foe; neither your friend.

-

They hold a funeral for him. Only his closest friends are permitted to assist. He had no family left.

They let you in when you show up with the rest of the team.

You suppose you shouden’t be surprised. They see you as the one who’d avenged their friend.

-

Soap clings to your clothes, desperate lips pressing against any part of your skin he can reach.

You try to enjoy the feeling, bask at his touch, but the salt you taste on his lips sends an old, familiar raging fire through your veins.

Despite being out of the picture he still stands in your way.

-

—

Name: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Status: KIA

His and his teammate's position had been compromised. Suspected cause of the mission failure is that someone set an ambush before their arrival on site. Attacker has been eliminated but whoever gave the information away is still to be found and caught.

—

You read through his file, brushing over the official story given to explain his death.

He should be grateful, wherever he is now in his afterlife. You’ve given him an honorable death, all things considered.

You do regret not getting your money back before getting rid of that mercenary.

Carefully, you slip the file back where it belongs, wiping away any trace that would tickle suspicion out of the most perceptive eye.

You’ve played this game for longer, than anyone could have ever guessed. The other player none other than yourself.

As you’ve known since the very beginning, you've let yourself step too close to the edge, and now it’s not your heart that’s gotten broken, by your mind.

Obsession.

You’ve fallen, and have no intention of climbing back up.

He is yours now, whether he knows it or not. He belongs to you, body, mind, and soul, whether he wants it or not.

~ ~ ~ thank you for reading! hope you liked it. tell me if there's anything I should fix, as I already said, I don't have the time to make this more accurate with research, but I'm more than open to suggestions and constructive criticism.

#story day #john soap mactavish #x top male reader #call of duty #top male reader #dom male reader #mw2 #cod mw2 #male reader #cod x reader #johnny mactavish #reader insert

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

turtles - johnnie guilbert x reader

oneshot, sub!johnnie x f dom! reader, fluff, smut, p in v, oral

word count: 1.1k

i had to make sub johnnie smut plus we needed a little turtle bite mention

story below the cut

your boyfriend johnnie was streaming while you were laying on the couch off camera. he was just talking to chat as usual and reacting to one of his and jake's most recent video. you were feeling really needy all week and decided this was the best time to get his attention. you started to take off the hoodie you were wearing, which was johnnie's, leaving his faint cologne on your skin.

his gaze averted away from his screen as he stopped what he was saying, looking directly into your eyes, and below. you had on his favorite black lacy bra, making you his eye candy. luckily, his chat didn't notice the pause when he stuttered on what he was saying, and he continued.

leaving you unsatisfied as he watches the video, you start to slowly and quietly take off your pajama shorts, leaving you in a black lacy thong, as it was a matching set. johnnie took a peek at you, admiring the way you looked. but he knew his stream would get skeptical, so he still continued. however, this time you could see a tent forming in his pants. you smugly started to rub yourself over your underwear, making the strain on his pants get larger causing him to bite his lip. you pushed your underwear to the side, starting to insert a finger. he couldn't be more eager for the video to finish. you then pushed another finger, getting yourself off while johnnie watched.

with a minute left, he started to palm himself over his jeans, completely ignoring his stream and fully watching you. teasing his impatience, you let out a moan, quiet enough to not pick up on the mic. palming his erection harder, he says bye to stream, his voice cracking a little. being relieved it's over, he let out a whimper which signaled you to come over to him, straddling him on the chair.

"what's this pretty boy? is it all for me?" you lightly grind your hips on the bulge in his jeans. he lets out a moan. "fuck, mhm." you initiate a kiss full of passion, letting each other's tongues roam the insides of your mouths. you suck on his bottom lip, biting it. "do you want me to make you feel good and take care of it?" johnnie nods his head. "i need a yes or a no" you suck on his neck, being sure to leave a mark. "mmm- yes please mommy, make me feel good" you push down harder on his jeans while leaving some more hickeys on his neck. you start to undress him. taking off his 'my chemical romance' shirt, and in place leaving a bruise on his 'i'm not perfect' tattoo, even though you always thought he was.

you let his hands roam your body while doing this, running up and down the sides of your body, occasionally grabbing your breasts or your butt. whatever he could put his hands on, he did.

you then got off of him, making him release a whine from the loss of pressure. you got down on your knees in front of him, starting to work on his belt and jeans. once he was in his boxers, you left kisses on his inner thighs. you took his boxers off at a painfully slow speed. "please m', go faster." he whimpered to you.

accepting his request, you took them off and took his length in your hand, some precum dripping out of his tip. you stroked him as he gripped the arms on his chair, finally feeling pleasure. you licked the cum off, starting to suck him off, taking as much as you could. the relief was unbearable as he was a moaning mess. "fuck, i love you so much y/n. you're perfect for me." he whined. this made you moan on his cock, sending a vibration to him. being close to releasing, you increased your speed  as he slightly bucked his hips up. he came all over your bra as you jerked off the last bit he had left.

"well baby, do you wanna make mommy feel good now?" he nodded as you pulled him closer to the bed. "undress me." stating it simply, he wasted no time in unclasping your bra, wanting to touch and feel all of you. by now he has his back on the headboard and you find yourself straddling him again. he plants kisses along your chest, taking one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking on it while his other hand plays with your nipple. "such a- good boy for me." he releases his hold on you, focusing all his attention on getting rid of your panties. once they're off, he licks a cold stripe up your pussy, inserting his tongue. "oh shit m, johnnie-" you moan his name out, making him hard again. just as you're about to cum, he pulls away, leaving you with a confused expression. "m' please ride me" he begs while pulling you fully on top of him in a cowgirl position.

you grind on his cock, leaving your wet juices to use as slick, while you slowly insert him into you. he lets out a long strained moan and you can tell he won't last long. your hands on his chest hold you up as he starts thrusting into you. the room is filled with moans and groans from the both of you. you bend down, kissing him with lust and desire. he starts to go faster, grabbing the sides of your waist. your bodies perfectly fit into one another as he slams into you. "gonna cum." "leave it in." he moans, moments later releasing inside of you, his liquid flowing down the side of your thighs as he helps you reach your high. you smile at him, planting more tiny kisses along his jawline. "i love you." "i love you too, babe." you hold him close to you, cuddling under the sheets with your bodies warming eachother. "don't look in the mirror.. there might be a surprise." he softly chuckled, before you both fell asleep.

the next day, johnnie starts up an instagram live. what he was unaware of was that a hickey could be prominently seen right on his neck. someone had caught it later on and posted a photo onto twitter.

*picture* @user5820887: OH MY GOD IS THAT A HICKEY?

replying to @used5820887 | Johnnie Guilbert: Nah, that's a turtle bite.

you found that funny and cute at the same time. people hadn't known you were together, but thought you were really close friends. fans were going crazy defending him and others were jealous, but they somehow found out that you were a possible candidate. and flooded your recent instagram post comments.

@j0hnn13l0v3r commented: do you have a pet turtle?

replying to @j0hnn13l0v3r | y/nssecretlyfe: nah, im a turtle.

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i hope u guys like this one i'm excited for his new songgg

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert smut #jake and johnnie #jake webber x reader #johnnie guilbert x reader smut #johnnie guilbert fluff

[syoddeye]

reading recs

received an anon the other day that requested fic recs of all ratings, here's a big list of some of my favorites! definitely not exhaustive, definitely forgot people, and i am so sorry in advance for that. please mind the tags on these fics.

SNAFU by @adnauseum11

I've posted about SNAFU before. This is one of my comfort series. Excellent characterization of a retired John Price, navigating a relationship with one of his oldest friends.

Heavy Weighs the Crown by @sentientcave

Newer series, very yummy so far. I love Charlie's characterization of the 141 in this universe, and their writing is delectable.

Rugby AU by @sentientcave

Another banger from Charlie. Reader Ripper is also yummy. Something to snack on. To quote: "I don't know anything about Rugby tbh this is just vibes and thots. Something somethin elaborate rituals."

Nobody by @391780

My gateway fic into Nikto. Without giving anything away, every chapter sends me into a short spiral. The most recent chapters have done heinous (affectionate) things to my brain.

Ursa Major by @the-californicationist

Have you ever been to Alaska? Ever wanted to visit? Honestly, read this fic and let Cali transport you there. Her ability to set the scene and bring it to life is un-fucking-matched. Doc (Reader) is a smart, confident reader-insert that feels like a real person.

Binders and Boyfriends by @pfhwrittes

Trans 141 and Trans Reader supremacy. Another comfort series from the wonderful Parker. Everything listed here is wonderful, but I have a major soft spot for P's Gaz-centric works.

Housemate!Gaz by @pfhwrittes

First, in this house, we hate Reader's roommate. Second, we are Widget fans. Third, could you fucking imagine opening the door and your new roommate was Kyle motherfucking Garrick? I'd faint.

Call of The Jurassic by @stuffireadandenjoy

Another newer series that put me on the edge of my seat. When I first saw that Tats was giving us my favorite fellas and putting them in Jurassic Park, ooooooh, I knew we were going to be spoiled rotten.

Wrong Number Right Day by @stuffireadandenjoy

"Kyle gets a wrong number text but decides to be a little generous that day." Reader's living the dream. Text Kyle Garrick and get cash money for rent? Very excited for more of this.

Price of Pegging by @gemmahale

Pegging and John Price. I could stop there, but I won't. Gemma nails the depiction of a submissive Captain Price. She also captures the dynamic of a couple trying something new extremely well, that gave me some fluffy feelings.

All of Gemma’s WIPs by @gemmahale

I've had the absolute privilege to read some previews of Gemma's work and the WORK and the DETAIL and the CHARACTERS are chef's kiss. Delicious. It's so difficult to pick just one. I love the Feywilds. Useful Girl. Call of the Wild. Do yourself a favor and spend some time in the tags.

Offer Me His Hunger by @kaadaaan

Something about a 141-er and a single mom that's gonna do it for me every time. In Offer Me His Hunger, it's Johnny, and Reader has no idea what she's in for. Jesus Christ, Kadan writes one of my favorite Johnnys, and really nails that obsessive and calculating streak.

The Space in Between by @391780

You will laugh, you will cry, you will love and hate mafia boss!John Price. Reader crosses paths with John and the 141, and gets caught in their wake. Early writes some of the best Reader characters of all time, and this one's no different. This story will get under your skin so fast, in the best way.

The Arrangement by @391780

Speaking of Early, this is THE gateway drug to her work, in my humble opinion. One of the first COD fics I ever read and converted me into being a Price girlie. Sugar Daddy Price x a cute, smart, and fucking funny Reader. Also one of my favorite characterizations of Simon of all time.

Club 141 by @greatstormcat

BDSM and the 141 make a Sy very happy. Reader starts off with a fake ass dom and is quickly properly introduced to BDSM culture with the fellas. Really solid group dynamics. Make sure you read that Price x Ghost post for a good fucking time.

Lamb to the Slaughter by @ohbo-ohno

Probably one of my favorite Ghoap fics of all time. The way my jaw was on the floor for the majority of this should've sent me to the emergency room. It's brutal, it's horrifying, and fuck me running, I loved it, start to finish.

The Pit by @peachesofteal

First, the nightmare of getting into an accident in the winter. Second, having Ghost and Soap find you. Oh boy, The Pit is peak Ghoap manipulation. When I got to the end, I just sat in silence. Stunned. It was amazing.

Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied by tippytulip (if you're on here, pls lmk!)

Another early COD fic for me. A thrill ride with a whip-smart Reader AND it's set in the Midwest. Those are two ways into my heart. The relationship between Reader and Price isn't an easy one, and he gives her a dozen and a half reasons to dislike him. Another ride of a fic, with great action scenes and group dynamics.

Trapper, Keeper by @tinypandacakes

A König fic that makes me screech no less than ten times per chapter. Panda writes a fucking scary König and it blows my mind. So much of it is subtle and manipulative, with few outright (so far, it's ongoing!) examples. I get a knot in my stomach every time I read and I LOVE IT.

DOG by Danceofthesevenveils

Another König fic that features a pathetic loser König, who is also one of the scariest motherfuckers I've ever read. The use of text messages underscores the creepy vibes, and a great vehicle for the Reader x König dynamic early on.

Desire Paths by @ceilidho

Manipulative best friend Johnny, you are iconic to me. Ceilidh writes some of the best nasty Johnny fic out there, but Desire Paths has my heart. Another ending that had me gasping.

Take Me Home, Country Road by @ceilidho

Cowboy Price, take me awayyyyyy. A fantastic Western AU focused on a Reader with a secret and a Sheriff Price that'll make you sit up straighter. Ceilidh captures John's voice so clearly, I can hear it when I read. That porch scene is seared into my brain in the best way.

Tender is the Flesh by @crashtestbunny

Do you like scary Simon? Do you like feeling unsettling and turned on? *slams table* Do I have the fic for you! Connie's butcher!Simon makes my blood run both hot and cold. "Oh she’s a stunner." lives in my head rent free. Also the apron tie bit.

Pornstar!AU by @shotmrmiller

Warning, if you don't smoke, you might start after reading Toni's porn AU. I love this depiction of Ghost, his control and his care. AND there's a threesome bit with Ghost x Reader x Price. It's what dreams are made of.

#sy fic recs #fic recs #once again i will say the COD fandom is SPOILED FOR CHOICE #so much talent

[sofasoap]

Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Don't give König ANY alcohol.

Warning: M Rated. INNUENDO, INNUENDO!  Alcohol consumption ( be responsible people), swearing, sexual theme. Slight crack fic. English isn’t my first language, there will be a lot of grammatical and tense mistake.

A/N: This is part of the world what I dubbed “ Mini MacTavish Universe”. Inspired by  @saltofmercury ’s “ “The Favorite MacTavish”. Praise her for lending me her character and universe * starry eye *. Go read her brilliant stories!

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

You know König doesn't drink alcohol. No big deal. Each to their own. Maybe he just doesn't like the taste of it. What you didn't realise is he has ZERO tolerance to alcohol.

Kortac was in UK again after a successful joint operation with the SAS. To your surprise, Johnny rang you and ask if you want to travel to  Credenhill  to join the party. "That's rare, usually I have to beg you to let me tag along!"

"... The team was asking for you." " They are asking for their FAVOURITE MacTavish you mean?"

" Jesus Christ, do you want to come or not?"

" Just give me the date and I'll check my shift timetable."

You were secretly excited you will get to see König again after the chance meeting which turned into, according to Emma, a coffee date. Was that a date? You don't know. Do you like him? Maybe. For the moment you are just enjoying your time texting back and forth. ( or mainly him sending pictures of what his current little carving projects are or interesting things he notice while on mission. It's quite adorable really. )

Dropping off your luggage at the airbnb near the barrack, you make your way towards the bar frequently attended by the team. Walking in, loud noises hits you instantly. The pub was packed full of people, it's a popular spot for the SAS soldiers since the barrack isn't far off. You look around trying to find your brother. Soon enough you spot Ghost's tall figure with Johnny and Gaz playing a round of snooker. You ran up to your brother and tackled him from behind.

"Mini! you made it!" Gaz exclaimed. "What's a gathering without me livening up the atmosphere?" You high fived each other. Johnny turned around and gave you a big hug.

" How was the train ride here?" "Busy. Lucky I booked my ticket as soon as you told me about the gathering." Pointing at Ghost, " Am I allow to greet him? or is the no Ghosting rule still apply?" "What are you planning." he look at you deadpan expression. " Nothing. I am just being friendly." " Why does this sound familiar." You turned and smiled at Ghost, " Hey Simon. "

" ... Hey." " Mini." " Hey Uncle Price!" You left Johnny's embrace and went in for a hug with Price. Why does Ghost look slightly disappointed?

"Who else is here?"

Price pointed towards the table near the bar. "Some of the KorTac members are over there, the rest are scattered around." "OHh I see new people I haven't met." " MINI" Johnny and Simon chimed in same time with warning tone.

" Yes Sir, I know Sir, I will behave Sir.” You gave the boys your best salute and wondered towards the bar to order a beer. While standing at the bar, you see König, per usual, hiding at the edge of the room, trying to make himself invisible with a glass of what looks like a coke in his hand, listening to his teammate's conversation. Doing your best you try to wave to him, he spotted you, his eyes lit up and timidly waved back. Horangi saw the interaction, elbowed König and teased him a little. König duck his head down, blushing. You felt a set of eyes on you, turning around you can see Ghost looking at your direction, eyes narrowed. What's his problem?

Soon you find yourself mixing with the ladies from both teams, gossiping away. They sure have fascinating stories to tell, tales of war to suitors or love interests they meet during their missions.

".... and would you believe, their pick up line was, "“I’ve lost my teddy bear! Can I sleep with you instead?”" You laughed, " Oh gosh, that sounded like me from last time!" " Look, if it comes from you, it sounds cute, but coming from that person??" Nova made a face. " Mini, come on, got any stories to tell? Any strange pick up lines?" " Sadly no. All the boys that wants to approach me been scared off by Johnny." " Pfft, for a casanova like him, it's bit contradicting. no offense Mini."

" None taken Kleo. I know my brother is a manwhore. A gentlemanly manwhore." Everyone burst out laughing. Out of corner of your eyes, you saw König swaying a bit in his seat. No one else seems to notice. His drink nearly finish. Maybe he is tired? All of sudden, he stood up, startling the people around him, and proceed to swagger towards you, full of purpose, you will be lying if it doesn't stir the heat up a little bit down there. Cocking an eyebrow, you turned your chair towards him. Waiting for his next move. Stopping right in front of you, he leans down, hands on both side of you on the table, trapping you. Gosh, he does have beautiful blue eyes, the piercing blue eyes.... wait, is that bit of alcohol you can smell from his breath?

"Hello Schatz." He purred. "Do you know why they call me insertion specialist? because I am VERY GOOD at ramming... " his eyes flickers down towards his crotch, " THINGS... especially into people." The whole pub just went dead silent. Your jaw dropped. Is he trying to flirt with you? Hearing a loud clank noise, your eyes darts towards the snooker table, Johnny had dropped his cue, eyes wide with shock, while Ghost looks like he was about to murder certain someone with veins popping out of his forehead. Gaz was laughing his head off, smacking Price's back, making him choke. " WHO THE FUCK ADDED RUM INTO HIS COKE!!!!"

Just think of the way König walks at the character intro screen. mmmmm.

lack of sleep does this to you. Oops.

#könig cod #könig x oc #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #könig imagine #könig x reader #König x you #könig x y/n #könig call of duty #bit crackish?

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 30 - gangbang

nct 2.9k words female reader insert Reader x NCT 127 NSFW

🖤 warnings: group sex, penetrative sex (f receiving), mentions of oral sex (m receiving), scene negotiation, all of nct 127 are present and participating but jaehyun/taeyong/yuta focus 🖤

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The invitation is polite, organized, and completely off the rails.

You knew that becoming friends with a group of guys like them would end up weird, but this is a whole new level of weird.

They're a club baseball team that plays intramural games out of your university city. You'd met the first baseman, Mark, in your senior seminar class. He's inexplicably the same major as you, and he's a delight. Goofy, and a little strange, but quick and smart and fun. A good study buddy.

Then you'd met his friends.

Nine guys, including Mark, who just kind of hang out at whoever's home is available and eat and drink everything in sight. You'd met them at Mark's place, at what was introduced to you as a dinner party but ended up being a kickback, with beer and karaoke and a soccer game on TV.

Two of them are Mark's roommates, fellow students at your university who share an apartment with him. These two, Hyuck and Jungwoo, are the ones you see most often.

There's Taeil, long since graduated and moved on to an office job, who shares a little one-story house with graduate students Taeyong and Doyoung.

And there's Johnny and Jaehyun and Yuta, all freelancers in a very messy condo on the nice side of town.

They were all at this kickback, and they were an awful lot to experience all at once.

But now, a year and change later, they've become reliable friends. None as close or constant in your life as Mark, who's a true homie, but they're sweet guys, good to catch a movie or grab something to eat. And you go to their baseball games when you can.

They're casual friends, which is why this invitation is so off the rails.

You're at Mark's place for the evening, ready to watch a horror movie with Mark and Yuta and Jaehyun. Pizza and screaming. A good time all around.

Until they sit you down, and they ask. Jaehyun asks, specifically.

"Would you wanna come over to Taeil's with us on Saturday?"

You glance between Yuta and Jaehyun, their serious faces. Mark's head is already bowed, staring at the floor, ears flaming.

"Yeah," you say, "I guess. For what?"

You're thinking another dumb dinner party or something.

But that is not what Yuta says. "We're having an orgy."

You choke on nothing. The two guys watch as you cough and try desperately to wrap your mind around that sentence, the nonchalant way it was said. Mark still looks mortified.

"You're what?" you sputter.

"Having an orgy. We wanted to know if you were interested," says Jaehyun.

"Having an - an-"

"Orgy," Yuta repeats, impatient. "You know. Sex. With a group."

"With who?"

"Just us. The bros," says Jaehyun.

Yuta nods. "The nine of us. You'd make ten."

You say it slowly, to make sure you've got it right. "You want me...to come over...and have sex with you guys. Like. All of you, together."

"I mean, kinda. Basically. No guarantee who's with who, but-"

"Are you serious?"

"If you don't wanna come, that's fine," says Jaehyun.

"Yeah, we'll just do it anyway," Yuta agrees. "But you're welcome to come."

An orgy. With the nine of them.

Mark still hasn't said anything. He looks like he wishes the floor would swallow him up, just sitting there curled in his chair.

Out of all of them, you're closest to Mark, so you ask him cautiously, "Are...are you okay with this?"

"Me?" Mark jerks his head up. "Yeah, man. It's just super weird to ask someone new in. Like, Hyuck nearly moved out when we-"

"We do it all the time, for real. We just thought you would enjoy yourself if you came with," Yuta interrupts.

You're looking among the three of them, like someone's going to start laughing and say sike, just kidding, no orgy. But they all look calm, serious.

"It's fun," Mark admits. "Super fun."

"This is real," you say.

"Yeah, it's real," says Jaehyun.

"You really want me to do this."

Jaehyun nods. "Yeah, if you want."

"No pressure," says Yuta. "Seriously. If you say no, we'll forget about it. We're still friends, everything is normal. But if you're down..."

All nine of them.

They're attractive, you can admit that. Different looks, different vibes, but all beautiful. All single, all more or less responsible, all kind and trustworthy as far as you've seen. And you trust that they really wouldn't be angry if you turn them down. Nothing about the situation, except that it's new and overwhelming, is bad or dangerous.

Despite the surprise of even being asked, it's tempting. Incredibly tempting.

Jaehyun leans back in his seat. "You don't have to decide right now, you have a couple days to-"

"Okay."

"Yo, really?" Mark asks, wide-eyed.

"Yeah," you say, "Yeah, I'll go. I'm in."

"Sick," Yuta grins. "We'll text you the time and stuff."

That's it. That's all. They drop it after that, and you do watch the horror movie. Eat pizza, scream at the television, and laugh at Jaehyun pretending he's not scared.

But the whole time, you're wondering if you just hallucinated the entire conversation. You agreed to go to an orgy with your friend's baseball team.

Not a hallucination.

Not by a long shot, because the next day, Yuta texts you with the location (Taeil's place, obviously) time (8pm, which is kind of late but okay), and instructions to not wear anything you care about.

This is really happening, then.

You're not nervous, and you're not regretting it. No, rather, you're insatiably curious.

One thorough shower and a comfy outfit later, you're knocking on the door of Taeil's demure little house. You've always liked this place, with its neat front garden that Taeyong keeps carefully weeded and watered, and the comfortably-worn paint job and creaky eaves.

Hard to believe there's going to be major debauchery inside.

Taeil himself lets you in.

"Oh, hey." He waves, but it's lost in the oversized sleeves of his pullover.

"Hi."

"We're still waiting for a few guys, c'mon in."

Taeil wanders back into his home, shuffling comfortably across the wood floor, leaving you to take a few deep breaths and spend a little too long organizing your shoes by the door. You do go inside, though, and you find the guys in the living room.

"You showed up," says Taeyong, sounding surprised.

He's mostly upside-down on the sofa, squished into Jungwoo's side and holding the remote control loosely in one dangling hand. They're watching some cartoon, looking far too relaxed for a couple of guys about to have an orgy.

Doyoung is there, too, though he's standing at the kitchen counter organizing what looks like an entire year's worth of water bottles.

And sitting on the back of the sofa, wearing an unzipped hoodie with nothing underneath, is Yuta, who  smiles and beckons you over with deceptively cute open arms. He's never been a particularly huggy person, in your experience, not for anyone but Mark. But you walk over, and he drapes his arm around your shoulders, tugging you against his warm side.

"You didn't chicken out," Yuta says.

"Why does no one have any faith in me?" you ask him, in mock annoyance.

Yuta shrugs. "We're pretty scary, I wouldn't blame you."

"Too curious."

He squeezes you, and lets you go, and you go to sit on Taeyong's other side.

Donghyuck and Mark arrive together, after another episode and a half of the cartoon that Taeyong insists stay on the TV. And it doesn't take long after for Johnny and Jaehyun to traipse in, unfashionably late and carting a big bag of takeout food.

They're all here.

Once everyone is gathered, sitting and leaning on the furniture, talking brightly over the noise of the television, mind-blowingly normal, Taeyong rights himself and stands up.

"Okay! Ground rules," he says.

"Don't need 'em," Johnny dismisses.

"Yes, we do. Especially with a new person here," Taeyong replies. "Let's go over them"

"Who put you in charge?" Hyuck complains.

Taeyong blinks at him, nonplussed. "You did. All of you, when you voted me team captain."

You wonder how they even have time for sex with all of this going on.

But Taeyong has his phone out and is scrolling carefully. Do they...write down their orgy rules? Do they have enough orgies that they need written rules?

"The basics. Ask first, don't be an asshole, don't bite people without permission, that means you, Yuta," Taeyong lists, "Don't choke anyone even 'as a joke,' okay, Hyuck?"

"That's discrimination," Yuta says.

Donghyuck whines, "It was Mark, how am I supposed to be held responsible for-"

"No unsolicited backshots, absolutely no filming or pictures, no bullying of any kind," Taeyong reads, and he glances up, face unamused. "Doyoung."

"When-" Doyoung sputters, 'When would I ever-"

"And lastly, whatever happens here, stays here. No grudges, no weirdness, no ruining friendships. If you catch feelings because of the sex, you talk it out like a man," Taeyong says, with finality.

"Does that sound okay?" Jaehyun asks you, calm and placid as per usual, even as the others squabble over the callouts.

You nod. "Really good, actually."

It's all so casual. So no-nonsense, really, even with the personal shots called.

"It's Doyoung's turn for beverages and snacks, so blame him if anything sucks," Taeyong says. "Other than that, we're good to go."

Doyoung scoffs. "Excuse me-"

He doesn't finish his complaint, because he's hit in the face with and summarily buried under Yuta's discarded hoodie, and with that, it begins.

For a while, you just watch.

You'd wondered what it would be like. Your first group sex experience. It's...not all that strange, actually.

As if they've just been counting the seconds until they're allowed to do this, Jungwoo practically tackles Yuta over the back of the sofa, and they disappear onto the floor on the other side with just Yuta's maniacal delighted laughter to let you know that they're okay.

You kneel up on the sofa cushions to get a look at them, just out of curiosity. There's hands in jeans and Yuta's butterfly tattoo standing out starkly on his hips and God, you didn't know Jungwoo had abs like that-

Better let them be, you think, and you sit back down properly.

In your distraction of approximately eight seconds, Donghyuck has gotten a very apprehensive-looking Doyoung backed against the far wall, with Taeil not far behind.

Johnny is fielding a similar eager approach, as Mark has climbed from his own seat and is leaning deep into Johnny's personal space, their faces inches apart, Jesus-

This is a lot. This is so much.

"They're always just so, so horny," comes Taeyong's voice.

He and Jaehyun have taken up the extra seats on the sofa with you, just watching the chaos the same as you are.

"Think Doie is gonna let that happen?" Jaehyun asks, with a nod over to the corner.

Taeyong snorts. "Looks like it's happening."

"You two don't want to get in there?" you ask.

"Don't you?" Jaehyun counters.

"Thought you could use some semi-normal company, to ease you in," Taeyong says. "Maybe you'd need some time to get comfortable. Not all of us are Jungwoo."

"You'd be damn lucky if you were!" Jungwoo's affronted voice pipes from behind the sofa.

Taeyong nods at you solemnly. "He's got Yuta this time, he's right."

"I'm pretty comfortable," you admit.

"Then d'you wanna make out?" Jaehyun asks.

There's something so intriguing and inherently relaxing about his direct approach. No nonsense, no holding back. He wants it, he's gonna ask for it. You'd be a fool to say no.

"Sure."

So your first orgy experience is a kiss.

A good, slow, deep kiss, complete with Jaehyun's big careful hands holding you steady. You can't pretend you've never thought about kissing Jaehyun before. Of course you have. He's handsome, steadfast, incredibly funny and quick despite his laid-back nature.

It actually starts to feel more like an orgy experience when you feel another hand touch you, tentative, just a poke at your shoulder.

"Can I..." Taeyong starts, licking his lips.

You would trust Taeyong to do quite literally anything, but still, you turn slightly in Jaehyun's grip to tease, "Can you...?"

"I wanna take this off," he says, plucking at your top.

"I would hate to be the first one naked," you say.

"You definitely wouldn't be," Jaehyun points out.

You glance around, and yeah, true. Donghyuck is bare-ass naked, over there, and Johnny's shirt is gone, and you're pretty sure that those are Yuta's jeans hanging off the closed curtains. Well, hey. They've already started.

"Yeah, go ahead," you grin.

So your shirt goes, and then Taeyong's, showing off his lean figure and his little colorful tattoos, and then Jaehyun's just to make things fair.

Kissing Taeyong is just natural at that point, and it's such a starkly difference experience from kissing Jaehyun that your head spins, a little. He's eager where Jaehyun was controlled, easy to accommodate when you press forward, when you readjust.

"I think," Taeyong muses, against your lips, "I think I want to see Jae fuck you, first."

You pull back, grin. "Why him?"

"He invited you, didn't he?"

"Dibs," Jaehyun says.

"And dibs," Taeyong agrees.

"You can't dibs a person," you pout.

"I just did," Jaehyun says. "Why, you don't want me?"

"Maybe I came here just for Mark," you say.

Jaehyun thumbs over his shoulder. "He's busy."

Mark is indeed busy, with Johnny's dick down his throat. Ah, well.

"You can have Mark next," Taeyong grins. "Jaehyun first."

"I want you next," you say, cheeky.

"Fine, you picky bitch. Jaehyun, me, Mark, if you're serious."

You would keep arguing, just to be annoying, if Jaehyun didn't hook his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and bite down on your throat gently in tandem. No, rather, that makes you gasp into Taeyong's mouth, still so close to yours.

"I thought no biting was a rule!" you complain.

"Oops," Jaehyun grins.

"You broke the rules."

He shrugs. "Punish me, then."

"Later," Taeyong says. "Get going, someone else is gonna want a piece of one of you, soon, and I don't wanna miss this."

Excited, hazy with arousal, and certain that both Taeil and Johnny, from their respective corners and sides, are watching you, time contracts into nothing as you strip, as you climb astride Jaehyun, as you wave off Taeyong's offer of a condom, and you lower yourself onto his waiting - impressive, admittedly very very nice - erection, and settle into place against the cradle of his hips.

Jaehyun's hands are everywhere at once. Your breasts, your hair, your thighs where they fall on either side of his body. The attention is almost overwhelming, and there's a whole other person here, too.

"View good enough?" you ask Taeyong, half-joking.

"Flawless," he answers.

He's right up behind you, still in his loose shorts, his thin chest pressed to your back as he hooks his chin over your shoulder to see even better. After a moment, as you fidget and adjust, Taeyong's hands find your hips and begin to guide you against Jaehyun.

You're not sure when Taeyong took control of the situation, here, but he certainly has it. In a strange kind of way, too. Suggestion and help, more than anything. Emphasis on you, what you're feeling, what would be best for you, as he touches you lightly, mouths over your throat gently.

With Taeyong's help, it's not long before your orgasm looms. His careful fingers over your clit, and Jaehyun rocking shallowly upward into you.

"Gonna cum," you warn.

"I've been holding it back," Jaehyun replies, "Go ahead."

"Fast," Taeyong teases, reaching around you to tweak Jaehyun's nipple.

"I haven't been with a girl in a while," he defends.

"Forgot how good it feels?" Taeyong grins.

"So good. Like heaven."

They're messing around, but the admission of it seems to push Jaehyun right over the edge, because his hands nudge Taeyong's out of the way so he can pull your hips down to meet his and dig his fingers into your skin hard enough to bruise.

The hot spill of him into you, no condom, is better than you'd imagined, and when you glance up to see that Johnny and Taeil are still watching, and now Yuta and Jungwoo, too, Taeyong's fingers over your clit are too much.

You cum with a strangled sound that isn't quite anyone's name.

And when you've finished, when the fog is clearing from your head, Jaehyun eases you off him, ever so gently.

"Thanks," he says, smacking a loud kiss on your forehead. "Shit. That was good."

He's so strange.

"I'm glad," you reply, amused.

Taeyong chooses that moment to pounce, nudging you onto your back and crawling between your thighs, his shorts gone, now.

"I left a mess for you," Jaehyun says. "Just how you like it."

Hands on your shoulders make you jump, and you look up to find Yuta leaning over you, white-blonde hair falling into his face.

"Lemme in," he says.

You sit up enough for Yuta to scoot behind you, and now you're propped against his chest, with Taeyong ready and waiting between your legs. Sandwiched again between two men, but different ones, this time.

Now, truly, it feels like an orgy.

"I'm next," Yuta informs you.

"Wait your damn turn," Taeyong says.

He's dragging himself through your messy folds, picking up the obscene mix of your release and Jaehyun's, and you squirm against Yuta in overstimulation as he presses into you.  

This is going to be a long, long night.  

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #moon taeil smut #lee taeyong smut #johnny suh smut #nakamoto yuta smut #kim doyoung smut #jung jaehyun smut #kim jungwoo smut #mark lee smut #lee donghyuck smut #yikes this could have been so much longer but i had to stop for my health

[whatitshouldvebeen]

UGH i’ve been thinking about johnny have a soft spot for a victim/ s/o or something like that but i KNOWW it’s not going to happen 🙁

I actually have two fics in the works where I've expounded on two very different types of girl that Johnny might form actual feelings for. I'll go over the outline of eachs girl's story, and you can tell me your thoughts if you like! I have a vote at the bottom if you want to help me decide which story to focus on.

Girl #1 (reader insert)

He takes a liking to a victim because she's somebody he can use.

He keeps her alive, says the others want to kill her but he convinced them not to thus instilling a desire to keep him happy (at least long enough to escape)

Johnny wants to convince her to trust him, so he treats her well.

He confides in her (not his crimes yet, but that he has always felt like an outsider and things like that)

She begins to believe that he was a product of his situation. She feels sympathy for him, and feels herself grow closer to him.

Now, he starts to show his true colors. Little by little, he convinces her that he has to be the way he is. To provide for his family. To quell the "bad man". And so on.

At this point, she likes him in a twisted sort of way. She knows she's a captive, but she also has only ever been treated well by him.

Then, somehow, Johnny gets hurt. He comes to her, in pain, and she realizes she loves him because of how awful she feels seeing him hurt.

Woosh

That's the sound of her morality flying out the window

She's a lot more affectionate now, and he loves it. He starts to tell her who he really is. And she... Accepts him.

He actually finds himself trusting her. He lets her out. She feels free, but like, a dog sort of free. Loyal. She doesn't want to leave.

Johnny revels in this. She's so smitten she even forgives his worst of crimes.

She makes him feel like, hey, if this person who I know has (had) morality can forgive me, then I'll just use the feeling of absolution she gives me to forgive myself.

Johnny's happier than he's ever been. He realizes he's in love.

Girl #2 (original character)

He picks her up at a train station in the middle of attempting to run away from home

He offers for her to come back with him, and she's so desperate to be out of her situation she agrees to go, only if she can be allowed to work to pay her keep.

Johnny is thinking this is gonna be an ez kill

He asks why she was running away. She says anyplace is better than where she came from.

Johnny is curious. But not enough to keep her. He brings her home, and she willingly enters the basement.

He says this is where we kill people or something to that nature and she's basically like "Alright, is the work you need done something to do with the bodies?"

Johnny is dumbfounded. She's just... Willingly accepting this? Wtf?

So he is really really curious now. He tests her, and she truly is willing to deal with dead bodies. So he actually does let her stay.

Cook is happy because finally someone is cleaning up the damn place. Nubbins likes her because she's cool with his dead stuff. Leatherface is happy to have some of the duty of chopping people up out of his hands.

Basically, she fits in well.

She and Johnny end up spending a lot of time together. He finds he's actually interested in her, like, as a person not just to fuck.

She's got a strong personality, and he sees himself in her. And respects her for it.

He does wanna stick his dick in crazy though

This story has a lot more to it, and a big plot twist so I don't want to give it away in this outline but basically she's fucked up and accepts him right off the bat because of it.

They end up crazies in love.

Tell me your thoughts, I'd love to hear which you like most! I'm still in the middle of writing both of them so I can focus on one or the other if either has more interest. I'll put a poll down here just out of curiosity.

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm game #texas chainsaw game #tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #tcm smut #fanfiction #texas chainsaw massacre #tumblr polls #my polls

[salstray]

Luck of the Draw - part 1

Ghost x fem!Reader - Left 4 Dead/Cod AU

This story is written in first person. I understand that some people don't like first person reader inserts, so if you are one of them, please just keep on scrolling! And if the thought of a left 4 dead/cod au sounds fun, but this one doesn't appeal to you? Feel free to write your own! Or request it from a favorite author, as long as they are open for requests and au ideas~

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Warnings: None in this part. Its really just a meet cute with guns <3

Words: lil over 2k!

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Part 2

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Weirdly enough, it's not the zombies you really have to worry about during a zombie apocalypse. They become the norm after a few weeks. You learn the difference between the show, shuffling, dragging gait of a reborn corpse over the quick, smart steps of the real enemy. It’s not the growls or vaguely pained moans of mindless hunger that make your heart beat faster and your lungs burn as you hold your breath and listen as carefully as you can. It’s the voices. The words. After being alone for so long, you’d think I’d be excited to find another person; living and breathing. Real. But I wasn’t.

In fact, I felt nothing but pure fear at the sound of a human’s voice. A man’s voice. Deep. Rumbling. Accented. Close. 

I was in a house. A two story suburban home with an attic, which I was currently hiding in, tucked behind a box that held dusty baseball trophies for someone named Michael, my salvaged rifle clenched between my fingers. My knuckles were tight and my palms were sweaty. I was on one knee, the barrel aimed right at the hatch that led down into the hallway. The drawstring was broken and I’d brought the stick I used to yank it down up here with me and there was a good chance, a great chance even, that whoever the fuck was down there wouldn’t even see the thin line that separated it from the rest of the ceiling, yet I still sat there. Dead silent. Waiting.

His steps were light. It had been the creak of the stairs that gave him away and the quiet growl of his voice that had sent my heart racing. And it was the very clear statement that I heard a few seconds after the panic started to fade that brought all the adrenaline back with a vengeance.

“There’s an attic.” 

Then another voice. Not as deep. Accented differently. 

“No string or anythin’. Can’t pull it down.” 

A few moments of silence followed. I shifted in place, my legs starting to ache from my half crouch. Then there was a loud BANG and I flinched and yelped in surprise as I watched the ladder rattle in place, sending dust up into the air. 

I cursed myself silently and stood up, backing up towards the round window behind me, the barrel of my gun locked on the ladder and the butt of it secure against my shoulder.

“Somethin’s up there,” the second voice said. Quieter than before, but not quiet enough for me to miss. 

“Someone,” the first voice corrected. “Not infected. Would have been screamin’ to hell and back by now.” Another bang against the ladder. Then a third. Knocking, this time. “Oi! Alive up there?”

I didn’t respond. My head turned and my eyes flickered over my shoulder, towards the window. It led to the backyard. Last I’d checked it had been empty, but the zombies shambled wherever they wanted, without care or reason. If the fall broke something, twisted something, I’d be nothing more but meat and memory by the time I got myself together. 

But I couldn’t risk whoever was down there. I couldn’t. It wasn’t a fucking option.

“Could be hurt,” the second voice said softly. 

“Could be waitin’ to blow our heads off.”

I curled my finger around the trigger of my gun, trying to keep my breathing steady and my aim straight. 

“You try, Johnny.”

“What makes you think they'll answer me?” The second voice, Johnny, asked.

“Worth a shot.” 

There was some muttering. A deep sigh. Then a knock on the ladder again. Softer than before. 

“Anyone up there?” Johnny called softly. 

Against my better judgment, I raised my eyes from the sights and licked my lips, opening them a second later to call back to him.

“Fuck off!” 

Another moment of silence.

“Well, they’re alive,” Johnny said, sounding amused. Then he turned his voice back to me. “We don’t want any trouble-” he started, prompting me to speak again.

“Then go the fuck away, otherwise you’ll get it if you want it or not!” 

…more silence.

Then, to my absolute horror, the ladder rattled, then dropped, opening the path down to the hallway. 

I took a few steps back towards the window, my chest heaving as I put my eyes back down to the sights, every inch of my body shaking, leaving my gun unsteady, but still lethal.

“I will fucking shoot you if you come up that ladder!” The trembling showed in my voice, yet I didn’t back down. I could and would follow through on my threat if they tried anything. 

“We don’t want to hurt you, lass, we just want to help-”

“I don’t give a singular fuck what you want! I want you to go away!” 

“We’re military,” my brow furrowed and Johnny took the second of answering silence as a sign to continue. “Lookin’ for survivors to take to a secure base outside the city.” 

“Think I’m just gonna believe that?” I snapped.

“You might, if you let us come up.” 

They’d be cornering me and they knew that. There was no way they didn’t. I glanced behind me again and leaned back to peek out of the window. The yard was still clear, but that fall would still suck massive ass if I had to risk it. And, depending on if I broke anything, it would give these two plenty of time to come grab me from the ground and kill me anyway, if that was even their plan.

Still, it wasn’t like they’d let me come down. Back up and give me space to escape if I needed it… my only options were to either say yes and kill one of them on their way up and jump out the window, or kill one of them after they came up and leap out the window if the second one didn’t shoot me the second I shot his friend. 

I sighed heavily. 

“What’s it gonna be?” The first voice asked. “We haven’t got all day.” 

Rude bitch. Not like I’m just weighing the options of my fucking survival here.

“Give her a minute, Lt.” Lt? The fuck kind of nickname was that?

I sighed again.

“Fine… but if either of you makes a single fucking move that I don't like-”

“Aye, no need to worry! We’ll keep our hands up, right where you can see ‘em!” Johnny’s smile was clear as day in his voice and it was just as bright as I expected it to be when his face followed the sight of his raised hands. 

He was in a short sleeved shirt and a sort of tactical vest. A radio rested on his left shoulder and a rifle was hanging from a strap across his back. From here I could see a Union Jack against his chest, causing me to raise a brow. 

Johnny’s hair was short. Brown. Cut into a slicked back mohawk on his head. The sides of it were surprisingly neat, which meant he’d probably had them shaved down recently, which meant they, at the very least, weren’t lying about having a base somewhere. Military or not, I still wasn’t sure, but knowing part of what they said was the truth was… at least a little reassuring.

The sight of his friend was less reassuring. 

Johnny didn’t move from beside the ladder. He kept his hands in the air, in sight and away from his weapons, as the enormous figure of Lt climbed into view. 

This one was dressed in all black. Long sleeved shirt, gloves, jeans. A mask. The same vest as Johnny, with the radio and the rifle, but I spotted a handful of extra little bits and bobs in all his pouches and along his belt. Knives, ammo, fucking grenades. 

I didn’t pull my finger off the trigger and decided to keep it trained on Lt. Something he was probably used to, what with the skull face printed on his balaclava and all.

“Well?” Johnny said, his head tilting and his smile growing lopsided. “Believe us?”

“You look the part,” I muttered. The thigh holsters and everything really did make them look legit, but still- “Wouldn’t put it above anyone to pull that shit off a corpse, though. Not these days.” 

Johnny shook his head. “Can’t blame you for that. What’s your name, lass?”

“Your's first.” 

He and his friend shared a look. Then he nodded a few times and used his right hand to gesture to himself. “John MacTavish. Call me Soap.” My brow furrowed again, but I let him keep going as he motioned to the masked man. “That’s Simon Riley. My Lieutenant. He goes by Ghost.” Ah, that made Lt make sense. 

“Fitting,” I muttered, my gaze flickering over him. 

“Your turn,” Ghost said. He stared back at me, his eyes half lidded, not even looking slightly worried that I had a gun pointed directly at his face. 

I took a deep breath, momentarily considering lying or just pulling the fucking trigger on Ghost… but there was really no reason to hide that kind of stuff anymore and Soap seemed nice at least…

If I die, I die. Honestly, it would be a fucking blessing to get out of this nightmare-

So I gave it to them. Just my first name, nothing else.

“No last name?” Soap asked.

“Not one I feel like using anymore. Family’s all dead anyway.” 

They both shared a look. Then Soap started to lower his hands and I twisted, turning the barrel of my gun on him and making him freeze.

“Hey now,” he said slowly, raising them back into place. “Like I said, we don’t want trouble. Just want to help.”

“Said you have a base outside the city, too,” I stated. My gun didn’t move from its new target, however I risked a look at Ghost. “How far?”

“Few days walk,” Ghost replied. “As long as things keep quiet.” 

“Few days?”

“Been four, with the two of us,” Soap supplied. “Might take a bit longer with us three, if you come with, but you’re still welcome. Military’s been sending out pairs and packs to round up whoever is left and get them somewhere safe.” 

“Haven’t found anyone else?” I asked quietly. 

“No one as friendly as you,” Soap said, his smile coming back with a vengeance. I hummed and narrowed my eyes at him, but I pulled my finger off the trigger and, ever so slowly, lowered my gun. Both of them visibly relaxed and Ghost set one hand on his own rifle as Soap let his hands fall to his sides. “So… gonna come along? There’s plenty of beds, a little farm they’re using to keep people sustained. Hot water.” 

“Tempting,” I mumbled. “How many people do they have up there?”

“Not as many as they'd hoped for,” Ghost rumbled. 

“Means there’s plenty of food, though.” Soap was definitely a glass half full kinda guy. Couldn’t tell anything about Ghost, yet. 

“How much farther did you guys plan to go?”

Soap shrugged. “Depends entirely on how many people we managed to find. Why? Wanna come help us be heroes?” Ghost turned his half-lidded gaze on Soap and I watched his eyes narrow for a second before he looked back over to me. 

“Don’t know about being a hero, but…,” I shrugged a single shoulder. “Seems kinda wasteful to come out so far just to go back with one person… I could head back on my own. Made it this far, so I might be able-”

“No.” Ghost growled. Soap glanced over at him with a raised brow and I did the same. “Already told you we haven’t found as many people as we’d hoped for. Not gonna risk ya like that. You’ll stick with us.” 

Lieutenant indeed. 

“Alright, Bossy,” I replied. “I’ll… trust you… for now, I guess… not like I have a choice.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed at me that time and Soap’s grin widened as he chuckled. 

“Fair play,” he stated, reaching over to pat Ghost on the shoulder twice. “Let’s get goin’ then. We’re burnin’ daylight!”

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thank you for reading :3

have a lovely day!

#Call of Duty #Simon Riley #Simon Ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #Ghost x reader #mw 2 #modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #CoD #ghost cod #my works #left 4 dead #call of duty au #gods im so bad at tagging things-- #i'm just gonna leave it at that and hope its enough k bye!

[scribbledghost]

AHHHHHH OKAYYY I get it now!!!

okay okay , if I may throw my two cents in?

what if Johnny( soap) is the player, instead of Johnny in the game it’s Roach in his place so still Price, Gaz , Ghost and then Roach

Ghost can hear and sometimes see Johnny if he glitches it out enough and so that’s how they start falling for each other

Ghost could even take him to different maps, take him different places outside the game like instead of going to Las Almaz he takes Johnny to Manchester (this doesn’t make sense but it’s the only example I could think of lol)

Ghost will open secret maps, tunnels, even weapons for him too!! man’s what if Ghost let’s him do like a “flashback” game where he (Johnny plays ghost in the game) has to break out of Roba’s compound

sorry if I overstepped this is a really really cool concept and I’d love to read it/help with it!!

ahhhhh i love this idea! Now, i originally intended for this to be a reader-insert AU, but I do love me some Ghoap too so why not?? (Plus now it has ROACH MY BOY)

Most of the time, things play out relatively similarly, with Roach replacing Soap's character. Granted, Roach doesn't really speak, so there will have to be some changes to the "Alone" mission, but Ghost was already planning on glitching things out so Johnny controls him during that campaign bit anyway. He lets Roach tag along as an NPC and do his usual Tactical Bug Maneuver shit, but Simon makes it so Johnny sees through his eyes.

I do like the idea of Simon just. Hijacking the game completely though. Campaign plot? What campaign plot? Las Almas?? No, we're going sightseeing.

And if Johnny starts complaining that he actually wants to. Yknow. Play the game he paid good money for, then Ghost will go out of his way to make it easier for him. Makes sure to get the good weapons, make sure he never runs out of ammo at inopportune times, lets him give things a couple good tries before glitching out and making it easier for Johnny to pass a level (Johnny's prone to rage-quitting otherwise).

And since there's already game assets for Mexico, Ghost just repurposes some of 'em and gives Johnny an extra chapter in his story - one set in the past where he's got an axe to grind against one Manuel Roba. It's not only fun for Johnny cause of all the theatrics and gore he gets to control, but it's cathartic for Ghost too. Like a second round of revenge where he's guaranteed to win.

#selfaware ghost #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #ghost scribbles

[leafs-lover]

Who should I write about? Metro Battle

I've had this idea in my head for weeks now, and I just can't get it out of my head, so I'm going to write it :)

That said, I am wildly impartial to who the player is and have decided to leave that up to you! There are some requirements for the player in order to make the story work, so unfortunately not all players are eligible for this.

This story is more smut than anything else, so the player isn't all that important to me. To make it easier to navigate, I am splitting the polls into each division, these polls will last one week. I will be taking the top 8 overall and making a poll with them. The winner of that poll is who I'll write about.

Pacific Poll // Central Poll // Atlantic Poll

Quick fic summary:

Reader insert. Reader and player grew up together but an unlikely friendship (he was a jock and she was a socially awkward band member)

Smut, smut, and even more smut! (I may mix in a sliver of plot, but its basically all smut)

Player will be readers teacher, coaching her on everything in the bedroom 🥵

Could have multiple parts but they will all be stand-alone pieces. May also be months between them (I long ago gave up the idea of committing to writing schedules)

Don’t forget to reblog!

#adam fantilli smut #michael bunting smut #jack hughes smut #mat barzal smut #Johhn Gaudreau smut #sean kuraly smut #dawson mercer smut #matt martin smut #vincent trochek smut #sidney crosby smut #nhl smut #nhl fic

[sweet-child]

Hey! I wanted to request a story! Where me and Johnny fall in love. We could be like good friends and he secret like me. And one day one of the gange members asks me out. And that when he finally confesses! Thank you your the best!

Comfort

State of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint

The easing or alleviation of a person's feelings of grief or distress

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in which Steve confesses to a friend, but the reader denies his advances.

Pairing - Johnny Cade x GN!Reader

Word count - 847

A/n - My first public fic! And my first time writing Johnny! Enjoy!

"Bon Appétit"

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Johnny Cade was quiet boy. If you can imagine a little puppy with big, black eyes that has been kicked too many times, you would have a pretty good picture of him. That timid boy, who had a suspicious look in his eyes, had somehow gained the friendship of y/n, the complete opposite of him.

They were talkative, smiled a bunch, and seemed to never fear anything. That caught the eye of not only Johnny, but of Steve Randle as well.

The two were jealous of each other. Steve seemingly had impressed y/n with his mechanic skills, but Johnny hung out with them more. The two boys didn't clash heads before, but now they silently competed against each other. 

“Pony?” the black-haired boy had asked one day as they sat on the couch 

“Yeah johnny?”

“ I uh..well, what do you do when you want to ask someone out, li-like on a date?” 

Ponyboy turned to face his friend “Gee, Johnny, you had to ask me? I don’t know anything about dating.” The brown-headed boy shook his head, somewhat rolling his eyes.

“Well, I know. i just..haven’t you heard something’ from Soda? About dating, i mean.” The timid boy questioned, fiddling with his hands. 

Pony thought for a moment, before suggesting “Not really, hey why don’t you ask him?”

Johnny's eyes went wide, frantically denying Pony’s suggestion, but his denies fell upon deaf ears as pony yelled for Sodapop. Quickly, the older boy entered the room. His hair wet, and DX shirt unbuttoned. “Yeah? What's up?” 

“What do you do when you ask someone out on a date?” 

“Why?” Soda raised an eyebrow, “You interested in someone?” 

Ponyboy shook his head no, “I'm not, but Johnny here is,” he used his thumb to point toward Johnny. The boy’s cheeks turned a gentle shade of light pink, as he was embarrassed. 

“Well, who is it,” Sodapop asked, starting to button up his work shirt. 

Ponyboy and Soda were both looking at Johnny now, but his focus was on someone outside of the Curtis house. Soda and Ponyboy followed his gaze to the driveway, where their gapped-tooth friend was teaching their hyper friend how to change the oil in their car.

"So, the oil is supposed to reach in between these two dots.." Steve explained, looking at the person beside him. His eyebrows were raised as he explained, showing his friend the two-dots on the dipstick. “Next, you’re going to wipe off the oil on the stick,” Steve continued, wiping the end of the stick on an oil-stained rag. He put the dipstick back into the tube and inserted it all the way before pulling it out again and showing that the oil is under the lowest dot. 

Y/n watched attentively, and looked at the brown substance under the lower dot. “Is that good or bad,” they question as a few strands of their h/c hair fall into their face. Steve, smiling, quickly brushed the strands out of his friend's face, a tint of pink on his cheeks. 

“Normally, it’s bad. But we’re changing your oil anyway.” Steve shrugged, and continued explaining how to change the oil to the car. It took them about an hour, because of Steve’s explanations and Y/n’s questions. If there was an oil change at the DX, Steve would have had it done in under 20 minutes. He was the car guru. 

When they were done, Steve shut the hood of the car. “Hey, N/n?” 

They turned to Steve, about to walk away. “Hm?” Their head was slightly tilted to one side, watching the other teen with their e/c eyes. 

“Would you want to go on a date later tonight?” He asked, putting a hand in his pocket, and a smile on his face. 

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Y/n took a drag of her cigarette, and looked up at the stars. The rustling of leaves as a warm breeze blew through the trees. Johnny, who was sitting next to them, was staring at the ground and messing with the grass. 

“Hey Y/n?” Johnny’s quiet voice echoed through the empty lot. 

They looked from the stars and to the black-haired boy next to them, exhaling the smoke. “Johnnycakes?”

“I uhm..I-im glad you said no to Steve..” His voice trailed off

Y/n’s eyes widened for a split second and they slouched “You heard that?” 

Johnny nodded, and placed a hand next to theirs in the grass. “If-if its any comfort..I,” He took a deep breathe in before exhaling “I l-like you too..” His already dark cheeks turning a slight shade darker as he admitted his feelings toward his friend. 

They looked up from the ground and to Johnny, a smile on their face. “Really?” 

Johnny nodded, confirming his feelings for his friend. Y/n moved their hand to Johnny’s, grasping it. The boy spoke up again, gulping, “Do you wanna go see a movie this weekend? J-just me an’ you?” 

Y/n nodded, a grin on their face. “I’d like that.”

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #steve randle #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #tougherthanyou

[suhlogic]

where angels fear to tread (j.suh x fem!reader)

drag racer!johnny x fem!reader 

genre: fluff, smut

(text is written in lowercase)

warnings: dom/sub themes, corruption kink, size kink, age gap (johnny is older by 8 years), breeding kink, choking kink, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight possessive themes

word count: 1,268

before him, all she knew was a life at home and in school. sure, the occasional hangouts with friends occurred but never the wild parties where people get blackout drunk and trashed. y/n was the type of girl who was closed off, until she met johnny. their story was a typical good girl meets bad boy plot— or in johnny's case, "bad boy." despite his soft, gentle, and joyful attitude when he's with friends and of course, y/n. however, his tall, broad, sculpted, and toned build tends to rub people off the wrong way. sure, he's also got tattoos across his arm, chest, and a star one on his hip (which he got because it reminds him of how she shines). but johnny never fails to show off his love languages towards you even on the race track before and after finishing a race. 

it's been his tradition with y/n to always kiss her before and after he wins a race since she’s his "lucky charm" and she loves it...y/n revels in every second of having everyone look at her and  johnny and have everyone swoon over them but she wouldn't let johnny know that. but he also loves having y/n all to himself—which led her to this moment...late in the night at his place, all spread out and wet for him...just stripped down naked, cuffed to the bed while he's still in his leather pants, and platform boots from earlier. his racer jacket discarded on the bedroom floor along with her skirt and bralette. 

"johnny...please..."  y/n whined out, desperately tugging her cuffed hands against the bedposts as she writhes in heat.  he loves seeing her submissive and so pliant for him, and he cannot help but smirk. johnny hovers on top of her and leans down to whisper in her ear, "maybe if you weren't being such a pretty little whore flirting with daddy's friends i'd let you cum." he knew he was driving her insane. johnny took off his boots and unbuttoned his pants, leaving him in his black boxers that were fitted and it didn't help that y/n saw her boyfriend's huge dick straining really hard against the material. he makes his way between her legs and leaves kisses on the inside of her leg while caressing the other one. not someone to avoid eye contact, johnny made sure that you looked at him as he gazed at her. eyes filled with lust and love, he left hickeys on the inside of her thighs, switching between them as his hands reached for her boobs fondling with them.  johnny lifts his head up, on top of y/n once again, catching his breath— she took this as an opportunity to slip her tongue inside his mouth but he just smirked at y/n's attempt to dominate him.  he knew how she was always in a haze melting for him whenever he touched her like this. "my angel's just so desperate isn't she?" he cooed teasingly as y/n just whined and nodded as he pulled away from the kiss.

"daddy, please i want your cock inside me," she moaned.  "gotta stretch you out with my fingers okay hmm? i know you can take it all baby..." he said, inserting his long, thick digits inside of her sopping wet pussy dripping with slick from arousal and being edged. johnny thrusted two fingers inside as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, she moaned at how skilled he is at fingerfucking her. once again, he locked lips with her passionately as y/n felt herself cumming. "i'm close...please...johnny," she whined. 

"let go for me, princess" he whispered as he nibbled on the shell of her ear to send her to the edge.  johnny pulled his fingers out of her pussy, coated with her slick and juices. he sucked on them before leaning in to kiss y/n. "you always taste so sweet for me, angel." he said. johnny then removed the handcuffs and let her hands free and kissed both her wrists. "baby, you did so well for daddy..." he said, laying her down gently on his pillow. she looked so divine and angelic in his eyes all laid and fucked out, eyes filled with lust and love for him and him only. johnny did not hesitate to lean down and let his huge, thick, and long hard cock spring free from the confines of his boxers.  as her chest was heaving in desperation, she sat up and jerked him off with pretty doe eyes looking up at him. johnny moaned at how her small and warm hands looked even tinier with his cock in them being jerked off to his climax. "angel, don't tease daddy," he said in between hisses as he put her hair up into a makeshift ponytail. "but i want you to feel good, please daddy..." she said, muffled as she took johnny in her mouth deepthroating him. she massaged his balls as she took all of him deeper, tears brimming her eyes from gagging and choking on his cock.

 johnny reached his peak but immediately removed y/n from his member, she whined at the loss as he pulled her up to place a kiss on her lips before flipping y/n on her back. "baby, i wanna cum inside you..." he let out, lips pink and plump yet a little swollen from all the kissing. johnny slowly inserted his dick, aching to cum inside his girlfriend's pussy. thrusting it in as she moaned softly at the stretch, he left hickeys on her neck and chest to distract her from the slight burn. "take it slow baby...i know you can take it..my good girl," he moaned in between thrusts. y/n could feel him hitting her cervix as she let out moans begging for more, urging him to go faster. "god...baby..you look so fucking small under me...so pretty, can you feel how big daddy is?" he let out between grunts as he pressed his hand down her stomach, his cock bulging out of it. "daddy...please...more...don't stop...i'm so close," she whined.  johnny could feel her tighten around his cock as his thrusts got sloppier and faster as he came inside her. both of them just held each other as his dick softened inside of her. chests heaving against one another, johnny left a kiss on her forehead before he pulled out and got up to get a  hand towel for both of them to wipe themselves with. 

 y/n still being in subspace, she sat upright and let johnny clean her up. "daddy...you're sooo sweet..and kind...so so gentle to me.." she dragged out. johnny knew his girlfriend was still drunk from pleasure, and she was always like this post-coitus too no matter how many times they've made love. "just wanna make my angel happy," he smiled at her, kissing her cheek as a lovesick smile was present on his face. johnny definitely hit the jackpot with y/n, having her was all that matters to him. now both all cleaned up, johnny had her cuddled up to his side. 

with nothing but the sheets underneath them, he was playing with her hair and stealing forehead kisses as her hand rubbed circles on his tattoos beautifully placed from his collarbone down to his bicep. both lovers fell asleep in the dead of night despite their passion and love for each other burning embers which made them so inseparable from the other. whispering sweet nothings and lulling the other to sleep, y/n dozed off laying on his chest and he smiled at how pretty she looked in his arms. she was really his only angel.

#johnny nct imagines #johnny suh #johnny nct smut #johnny nct fluff #nct 127 imagines #johnny nct

[minnophee-writes]

My Little Crybaby - Pt. 1

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Pairings: Johnny x Reader

Series Warnings: Character death, blood, violence, knives, brief knife play, implied blood kink, kidnapping, death, non-consensual touching, slight dub-con, smaller person / taller man, size difference, abuse, physical, emotional and verbal abuse, mentions of female anatomy, smut, oral sex, cannon divergence

Chapter Warnings: blood, violence, chainsaw, kidnapping, death, non-consensual touching, rough touching, injuries, mentions of corpse, brief mentions of bile

Summary: Reader finds themselves waking and tied up in some sort of basement with a few of their friends and trying to escape. Death follows them but once they look death in the eyes maybe they might have an internal moral compass crisis.

Word Count: 2,633 words

A/N: I tried to keep the reader as gender neutral as possible, if there are any mistakes then that's on me since I don't exactly proof read or have someone to proof read my stuff XD The person in the drawing is me but you can insert yourself in the same position uwu I will also be making more chapters for this when I get around to writing them but I hope you enjoy this first part!

The first thing you noticed was the pulsing headache followed by the thump of something dropping beside you. Your eyes slowly pried open to see Ana and Sonny removing any bindings from their joints while hurriedly whispering to each other, their normal complexions hidden by the shadows of the room. As you moved to hear what was being said you only then noticed that your wrists were bound to a rusted pipe, you feet were tied as well though you did feel that the rope wasn't tied tight enough around your wrists. A small wince caught the attention of Ana as she immediately moved towards you.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" Ana's voice wobbled in fear but she kept a brave face on anyway.

"We need to get outta here!" Sonny exclaimed quietly, yet urgently, "Those people could come back and finish us off if we don't find a way out."

You looked at the two confused only remembering setting up your tents next to a creek nearby, telling ghost stories between your friends and then nothing. Well, not completely nothing - you remembered seeing two strangers, you think their names were Sissy and Johnny, and they had noticed the campfire in the distance. The absolute last thing you remembered was that you and your friends were all drinking some of the alcohol the two newcomers brought when suddenly it went black. Nothingness.

"What the fuck happened last night?" was all you could think to ask, still confused. You suspected something was off but that shit only happened in movies- right?

The sudden sound of a chainsaw revving in the distant had the three of them frozen in place, your brows pinched together in slight curiosity while the other two started to propel themselves into action and began to work on opening the door to the room. You didn't need to have 20/20 vision to know that your friends were legitimately freaked out and something horrible was about to befall you and your friends if you didn't find a way out.

You ran around the room for anything useful while Sonny was trying to use a small paper clip to unlock the door. Your eyes darted around the room when it landed on a rusty blue toolbox. You dashed toward it and rummaged through it, pulling out a few tools but none that would fit in the lock. Ana then gasped while frantically combing through her hair.

"Sonny, you think you could use my hair pins to unlock the door?" She asked while pulling said item out of her dark hair.

Sonny's eyes lit up as he took the hair pin in his grasp and started to twist and wriggle it within the lock, waiting to hear the faint 'click' sound before flinging the door open into a much larger area. It still looked to be like a basement but the atmosphere around them caused the whole underground to feel like a spacious coffin for you and your friends. Rusted pipes, what looked like dried paint was splattered on the walls and then the loud wail of a scream echoed around the cavern, frightening the trio while knowing it was one of their other friends.

"Oh shit, that sounded like Connie..." you mumbled, pressed yourself against Ana and Sonny for comfort.

"C'mon, we gotta go help them," responded Ana as she picked up a sharp piece of bone from a skeletal pile off to the side. "Our friends need us!"

Ana bravely marched forward leaving you and Sonny to quietly follow behind her as she led the way. You looked around and you could feel your pulse rushing through your body and ears, goosebumps prickled your skin, and the overwhelming feeling of dread hung heavy over your head. It seemed like your breaths travelled loudly in the quiet labyrinth but not long after you and your friends arrived in a bigger area that had stairs leading up to a blue door, along with a few shelves and benches. There was an ominous red light an the other side of the room which almost made you feel nauseous, you didn't like the feeling you got from looking at it so you didn't want to imagine being anywhere near the space. It was quiet for a moment before suddenly a body came rushing at the trio and cause you all to give a small shout.

Connie stopped in front of you and gasped as if she was surprised to see you all alive, but that was all shattered when a looming figure came around the corner Connie appeared from - a chainsaw in his hands and a disturbing leather-esque mask covering his face.

"Run!" Connie's scream echoed all around you as everyone dispersed in different directions.

It felt as if your heart was lodged in your throat as you ran, the large man shouted while wondering who to go after and picked a random victim. Sadly the victim was you. Adrenaline flowed through you as you bolted down tunnels and attempted to take sharp turns to loose your pursuer but it seemed like he was never far behind. You took a sharp right and saw a barricade ahead, the barricade had barbed wire wrapped around it and you took the chance to dive through the small gap in the middle.

The barbed wired cut into your flesh causing small wounds along your forearms and legs as you pulled yourself to the other side. You quickly glanced back at the man to see him stop and stare at the offending obstacle, he tilted his head as if thinking how to deal with this slight predicament before pulling the cord on the chainsaw. It revved back to life and started to cut aggressively into the barricade which spurred you back into action.

"Help! Help, please!" Your voice rang out as you sprinted away.

You never were the athletic type but you were glad that your stamina wasn't failing you in your current situation but that didn't stop the needle like stinging from the small cuts. Blood had dripped down your legs and arms in the process, making you look a bit deranged, but that didn't stop you from searching for your friends and hoping that they were okay.

You entered another larger space with a door wide open and leading to stairs. You dashed toward it as hope swelled in your chest and you could almost taste freedom on the tip of your tongue. When you reached the top of the stairs you took a left into a modest living room with what you assumed was the front door to your left and the kitchen to your right. As you made your way to the door a grunt could be heard behind you causing you to pause in place. You slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder and saw a rather older looking man with what appear to be a broken broom handle in his hand. His pinched brows casted a dark shadow over his eyes and his mouth was pulled down into a deep frown that almost looked like it was carved into his face while his eerie statement sent shivers through your body.

"You ain't leaving here, little missy."

The older man then charged at you with his weapon raised above his head - ready to strike. Ducking under his swing you bolted past him and toward the kitchen and dining room. The older man was surprisingly quick for his age but you were faster and managed to slam a door on the man. Hearing a grunt and loud thud gave you a little breather before you continued to hurriedly run around the house, the front door and side door of the property were pad-locked shut and made your escape even harder to achieve.

You let out an annoyed sigh before making your way to the other side of the house only to be knocked off your feet and rammed into a wall. The air left your lungs and you struggled to draw more in, spasming on the ground for a second or two before you were jerked back by your shirt.

When your eyes focused you saw the rotted leather mask staring back at you while he raised his chainsaw in the air. You went to brace for the tearing blow - squeezing your eyes shut and wrapping your arms around yourself in a small effort to protect yourself. While you waited in anticipation you heard some sort of scuffle and left your shirt being released as a squeal rang out. You opened your eyes and saw Leland huffing over the large man on the floor, your friend quickly running over to you and dragging you away.

"Oh my God, Y/N! I thought you were dead!" Leland rasped as the two of you found yourselves upstairs in a small study room.

"I thought I was about to be if it wasn't for you." You briefly hugged your friend before looking at him again. "Have you seen Ana, Sonny or Connie? We got separated when that guy chased us."

"No, I-I haven't seen them..." he looked a little distraught but then he stoned his expression. "We're going to find them, okay? We're going to make it out of here."

You nodded in agreement, although you doubt the likelihood of all of you escaping were low that didn't stop you from at least trying.

Leland took charge and started to lead you quietly through the house, he would occasionally stop you when you'd both hear the voices or footsteps of your assailants. Your body was wound up so tight that you thought you'd be frozen in place if you stayed still any longer and you were grateful when Leland signalled it was safe to move again. Any slight noise or movement freaked you out, you were completely on edge but you felt marginally protected with Leland with out - silently thanking his wrestling training and background.

You both made your way to the bottom of the staircase where you monitored the open living space. You noted that the pad-lock on the front door had been broken and you nudged Leland to grab his attention to it. He nodded in acknowledgement before pointing at you to go toward the door while he emoted that he was going further into the house.

'Split up? Is that really a good idea?' You were hesitant to part ways with Leland even for a small fraction of time but you knew that you needed to make sure a path out of here was possible, so you'd have to remove the lock from the door so that you could open it without any obstacles blocking the way.

You crept over to the door and heard Leland's footsteps moving away leaving you alone in your own anxious silence. Once you removed the pad-lock you then realized one flaw in Leland's plan - where do you go now? You weren't sure if you had to follow after Leland or stay near the front door and make sure it wasn't barricaded again. You were torn and struggled to decide what your next move was going to be but it seemed the universe had answered your mute question by deciding for you.

"HEY!" a rough voice shouted from behind you, "you ain't getting away this time!"

Your head whipped to see who was behind you only to see the same older man from before with with broom handle. A larger figure stood behind him - the masked man - and you knew you were doomed if you didn't move.

"Get them you big oaf!"

The leather faced man revved his chainsaw and your legs finally kicked into action. You swiftly turned toward the front door and forcefully swung it open while you propelled yourself outside in a flash. You practically leaped off the front porch and took off down the gravel path with the larger man chasing after you in a squealing heap.

The front of the property was enormous with a few wrecked cars scattered around, a car battery that looked to be powering an electric fence ahead of you and a worn-down well off to your left. You knew that you would most likely be fried by the fence if you tried to open it, which would result in your attacker reaching you and possibly killing you. You didn't have many options or enough time to think about where you needed to go.

So you ran for the well that you could see in the distance, hoping it might connect to a tunnel system that leads away from the property and to safety. The thundering stomps of heavy footsteps behind you was spurring you on, giving you a small burst of energy to pick up speed and close the distance between you and the well.

Loud revving from the chainsaw started up as a large shadow slowly began to loom over you - your jaw clenched with anxiety as you finally reached the well. You didn't even hesitate and leaped over the uneven brick work, down into the dark depths below. As you fell and landed on a small dirt mound, with a few skeletal remains piled around it, you heard harsh squealing and yelling above. You paused in fear for a moment thinking the man with the leather mask would drop down on top of you but he never came.

You quickly glanced around only to notice some of the same dirt tunnels from before - meaning you were back in the basement, starting back at square one again.

"Fuck... no, no, no, no!" You cursed to yourself as you stood up and started to run down a random tunnel.

Your legs were burning from all the exercise but that didn't deter you. You didn't plan to become minced meat and knew you'd need something to protect yourself with. While you ran your eyes searched for anything useful you could use as a small defensive weapon in case you got grabbed again. Every toolbox you came across wounded with you still empty-handed and you were beginning to become frustrated. As you crept into a somewhat enclosed space you immediately noticed a bloody table with a range of sharp tools scattered across it as well as the shredded remains of one of your friends - Julie Crawford.

Bile rose in your mouth at the sight, the acidic burn on your tongue and throat hurt but you quickly swallowed it as you heard the rushing echoes of footsteps closing in on your position. You entered the small room and hid under the table, your hands flew to your mouth to suppress your breaths as a pair of muscular legs came into your view. The man slowly walked forward and seemed to survey his surroundings, his feet navigated their way close to your hiding spot and you held your breath in hesitation.

The man abruptly stopped in front of the table facing Julie's corpse and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed as if he was disappointed but about 'what' you didn't know.

"You know, I kinda liked that girl. I didn't want to hurt her but..." His deep voice stated out of the blue, "family comes first."

The loud slap of palms hitting the table made your body jerk and a strong grip on your wrist caused your muscles to tense as you were dragged out from under the cover of your temporary safety. Your head was yanked back by your hair as your eyes locked onto a pair of blue ones, your heartbeat racing through your ears and your breathing sped up. The man stared back at you as he smirked smugly, a brief chuckle escaped him while his eyes darted over your figure in observation.

"Found ya."

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[restlessmaknae]

restlessmaknae's request event [guide]

Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞

Now, onto the good stuff.

As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):

Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured

Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers

Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments

Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters

Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts

Here are some examples:

best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)

prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom

zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery

RULES

Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested

I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it

Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)

I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)

There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰

One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)

I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message

BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:

A.C.E

ATEEZ

CIX

CRAVITY

ENHYPEN

EPEX

GOLDEN CHILD

NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)

ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

THE BOYZ

TXT

VERIVERY

VICTON

WEI

Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon

If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me!

Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰

Tagging everyone on my taglist in case you would be interested in requesting (some I couldn't tag, unfortunately): @dat-town, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @koishua, @tranquilpetrichor, @americanokisses, @effulgentfireflies, @kuleo26, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @squiishymeow, @sunooslover, @heyditseeey, @syrxiee2, @tsunchani, @hyunjinswife, @sweetjaemss, @laaylaaz, @fvrteez, @chaeryeongs-wife, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @kyusqult, @chang-ryul, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @i2kittenz, @miafox117, @hannieyooon, @soobin-chois, @ishuayou

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[loadedberetta]

this was supposed to be a part of a bigger plot. even an oc, but I scapped the idea, I got stuck at like 20k, with a pile of shit for a story which I will not let any of you read, like ever. (maybe in fragments but no promises)

but, these few lines deserve to make it out of wip hell

light ghoap vibes on Alone with a Reader insert

light swearing, reference to sex under the cut

11/3/2022 0030

Ghost looked outside his burrow when the wind picked up for a moment, surveying the city from above. It was one of the few radio silences he and Soap shared, while he mentored him through the city over comms. A painful jolt ran down his spine when he first realized why he was worried sick for Johnny's life.

He'd let her down. He didn't deserve her to be back in his life. When his comm crackled again, he almost flinched and expected her to address him.

"How do you know her?" Soap asked cheekily. They had just talked about alcohol, and Ghost wouldn't have minded something strong just then.

"Who?" He asked back unassumingly while reloading the silenced pistol that he stripped from the side of a dead Shadow long ago.

The mag was full, he noticed.

"Quit playing dumb, Lt." Soap's voice echoed with a smile.

"I don't know her." Ghost responded with an undertone. "I used to know her."

The line stayed silent, leaving him with some food for thought.

---

"You two definitely fucked, Lt." Soap quipped over the radio after a bland joke they shared.

"You jealous?" Ghost asked back while keeping his gaze on the entry to the vantage point of the church from above. He was trying to drown out Soap's cockiness and he actually enjoyed it for a change.

"Of you or her?" Soap didn't fail to impress. Ghost's face twitched into a grimace under his mask.

"You tell me, Johnny." He concluded the conversation.

---

The next time they talked about something meaningful was in the car, on the way out of Las Almas. Ghost had already come off the adrenaline rush the exfil gave him, and a headache started to throb at the base of his skull.

He was feeling insanely guilty that he managed to pull Johnny out, but not her all those years before. He now knew he was capable. If she was even alive just then; he left her at the Fuerzas Especiales a day ago on bedrest, surrounded by Shadows, and he hadn't heard from her since. It was almost like he cared. And it was the second time he had left her for dead. Soap was seemingly reading his mind again. They turned onto a wider road, and Soap was sitting with his boots on the dashboard, arms intertwined on his chest. Ghost's eyes snapped at him while driving when he spoke.

"D'ya think she got captured by Shadow?" Ghost's gaze met Soap's as the Scot uttered his question.

"Unlikely. She's better than that." Ghost scoffed under the mask, and turned his eyes back to look at the road. He never really admitted it to himself, but deep down he looked up to her.

"You think?"

The moon was hidden from view by a thick cloud cover.

"No." Ghost slowed to take a turn. The turn signal clicked monotone. "I know."

(a/n): yes, fragment works are my favourite type of insanity I gobble that shit up religiously so it's what y'all have to deal with from now on regarding this universe

#berettalks #beretta does fics #i have a vague memory of posting this ficlet before but alas #here it is (again)??? #I don't have control over my posting schedule #also fuck you #no not really #I love each and every one of you #could this be yet again a series I'll abandon halfway through? #I fucking LOVE fragmented works so #ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghoap #john soap mactavish #soap cod #ghost cod

[sofasoap]

CALL OF DUTY

This is where my fic which i dubbed “ The Mini MacTavish Universe” goes. Inspired by @saltofmercury fic which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe.

There are different “ route ” you take. Choosing König or Simon, or Gaz, it's up to you. For Price and Soap, they are mainly based in "Simon" route. All female reader unless specified. Sorry I don't write for m!readers, I will try write GN!reader more in the future ( Although I try to include GN/NB side characters in the story as much as I can ) Thanks to lovely @kaplerrr for her art work, this is my image of "Mini"MacTavish!

1. “The Favorite MacTavish” - BY @saltofmercury (König x  f!Reader )

To understand any of the background of my Ghost and König story in this universe, better to read her wonderful story first. And while you are there, please check out other other fics too. She is a brilliant writer.

141 Members x F!reader

Life of captains - Taskforce 141 x Readers. Drunken boys - Task force 141 + F!Reader I Love You - Task force 141 x Readers

Memory in a Fragrance Master list - Various Taskforce 141 members x F!Reader

König

2a. “You are very huggable” Continuation of “ The favorite MacTavish ” from König’s perspective if you like König. Poor König totally out of his element in this new social situation.

3a . “ First step”  An unexpected coffee date. Right after “ You are very huggable.”

4. Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist  König and alcohol doesn’t mix well.

5a. Fate, brought us together again.  Reunite with König, again, under very undesirable circumstances.

6a.Thank you for everything.  Time for Mini to introduce her new boyfriend to the family. Breaking Ghost’s heart a little bit. and new found family for him.

7a. Interlude two : Everyone deserves happiness. Bit of family moment. Family love all round.

8a. Forget me not. The bad news you never want to hear, and more.

9a. Remember me? He couldn’t remember you. Your heart is broken into pieces. Is there a chance?

Epilogue A. Come what may.  Family life afterwards. And the boys learn very fast about never piss off your wives. Epilogue Valentines Drabble - Warmth   Valentines piece for our lovely König. Domestic moments. Because our big teddy bear deserves it.

Drabble - Feral Meeting Horangi officially for the first time, him dobbing König’s recklessness on the battlefield. Drabble - Quiet Moment - König  Family moment with König and his son. Drabble -  Losing you  Nothing shakes him, even facing enemies on the battlefield. Until he gets the call.

Simon “ Ghost ” Riley

2b. “Up for a challenge” - Same with above, Continuation of “ The favorite MacTavish ” but Ghost is the main interest here..

3b.“Love, do not pass me by”- This story sets quite a while after “ Up for a challenge”. Life turns upside down for the better, and the worse, and rock bottom.

4b. “Am I full of sorrow, or filled with love” -  Sequel to “Love, do not pass me by”. Self reflecting moments by Ghost. And shocking news.

4b. “Happy ever after, please stay for a while”  Mini and Emma moving into the new place. Johnny is the best big brother you can have.

5b. “Why the strife and flow of tears”.  Sequel to ““Happy ever after, please stay for a while” .Babies, and finally opening up to each other.

Epilogue B :Eternal happiness among us  Ending to the Simon’s Series. Confession time

Epilogue B1 : “Death, Comes easily”  Set after the epilogue. Threat never cease.

Epilogue Drabble : And life goes on.  life and snippets or mainly how Ghost is overprotective of his daughter. Family moments.

Drabble : Injury - Ghost x f!reader Simon Comes home with multiple injuries.

Monologue + Pre-4B “ You are my light. ” how Simon found his light. Can be read as a standalone or can be part of the Mini MacTavish universe. Little insert of what happened the night leading to “Love, do not pass me by”

Epilogue Valentines Drabble - “Home.”  Happy Valentines people!! bit of soft domestic fluff. Because our dear Simon deserves it.

Epilogue drabble - Still healing Coming home after long deployment, old wound opens up again.

Drabble -Quiet moment – Simon   Short drabble about Simon and children. Drabble - Second chance Your fear that history will repeat itself. How would Simon react to the news. Drabble - Love you always Little quiet moment, between you and Simon. Drabble - Just like you Simon is always scared to interact with his son. Drabble - Climb him like a tree. You have this urge clutching onto Simon like a Koala. and more. Drabble - In your arms Comforting Simon after his nightmare.

Alternative ending: “Thistle and Thorn” -( Ghost x f!Reader + Johnny “ Soap” MacTavish) Kind of in same universe as Mini MacTavish, where every active soldiers and service people’s families worse nightmare comes true….PURE ANGST YOU BEEN WARNED.

Captain John Price

Little secret series:

Little secret. When Soap and Gaz found out something their captain been keeping a secret for a long time. and Ghost is a shit stirrer . This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”.

Learning to let go  Price doesn’t want you to go on a mission, you two had a disagreement, and result? make or break.

A quiet moment  – John Price   Life, marriage and baby. Thinking of you After a hard mission, Price has some time alone. Thinking about you, and his son. Trinkets Price loves you, but really doubt your taste in collecting things sometimes. post - a quiet moment fic. Presents 141 boys getting their early presents. Including a very surprised one for Price himself. Presents - part II Price find he really bad at hand-crafts. Surprising results from 141 men when they had a dab on soap-making. Presents - Part III Chameleon and Ghost bonding time.... over hand made soap.

Five times series: Five Times Price x F!Reader (aka Mini MacTavish). Five times you met, four times you left. Four misses Four times you missed each other, one time you gave up. Three apologies Three times the apologies, triple the pain. Two regrets Twice the regret, twice the heartache. One Chance One chance, last chance. Zero Distance He is never going to let you go. Little swallow Falling out of helicopter is never fun.

Come back to me Sharing a pre-mission ritual and farewell with your husband before heading off into danger

 Holding you  Savouring the time together with your husband.

You are in trouble

Price should know he can’t hide anything from you. or be ready to endure your wrath.

John “ Soap ” MacTavish

Hello There. 

How you met Soap. had a crush on him. Does he like you as well? This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse. Pictures of you The hallway of MacTavish house is dotted with family photos. But there is one that is your favourite.

A quiet moment – John “Soap” MacTavish.    Little short drabble about our Soap boy and domestic fluff. This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

Surprise  Little short drabble about our Soap boy and domestic fluff. Continuation of A quiet moment – John “Soap” MacTavish. 

Soap’s Sleepy time story  Very short drabble Crack fic stemming from Neil Elice’s Soap’s sleepy storytime. I absolutely love that guy.  Touch  Soap desperate for your touch after coming home from mission.

Squirrel series:

Squirrel  You are not the usual type Soap goes for. But he is interested in you. Or How Soap put his own foot in his mouth. (NOT part of Mini MacTavish verse. )

Little Bear series :

Little Bear How you got your adorable pet name from Soap. Little Hobby Your secret hobby and past time discovered by your boyfriend. Little Comfort Long stressful day at work. You had enough.

Kyle “ Gaz ” Garrick

1c. Miss Sunshine  How Mr Sunshine meets Miss Sunshine. 2c.Miss Sunflower  Gaz and you started long distance… friendship? 3c.Miss Starlight First date....? 4c.Miss Stardust What becomes of this broken friendship. 4.5c. Miss Moonlight  Dodging Soap, proposal,wedding bell.

5c. Mr and Mrs Sunshine Your one big chaotic family.

A quiet moment - Kyle “Gaz” Garrick  Photos, families, memories.

Nikolai

Lastochka - little Swallow Nikolai taking an interest in a little swallow in Taskforce 141. To the dismay of the boys. Lastochka - Part II This is the chance,for Nikolai, Captain of Chimera, to show his quality.  Lastochka - interlude Realising your feeling for the flirtatious Russian man. Lastochka - Part III Keeping it under the radar has its benefit. until it isn't. Lastochka - Night Two can play the game. Lastochka - Part IV Will they be too late? Lastochka - Part V Denial and healling. Lastochka - Epilogue  Family. A quiet moment - Lastochka Little Anya getting all the love from the family Lastochka -Espionage

A mission you can not refuse

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Love at first sight  Has spring finally came for Rudy? Love at first sight - 2 Alejandro the wingman. Love at first sight 3 The realisation, the denial, realisation and heartache. Love at first sight 4 Unintentional exposures. leading to embarrassments.

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[trinitorettotrabanqueta]

Fandom Trumps Hate - 2024 offerings

Hey, everyone! I signed up as a writer for 'a few' fandoms. Here's the info:

Trinipedia Auction

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): Slam Dunk, Hazbin Hotel, One Piece, Kingsman, Marvel: Avengers, Captain America, Daredevil, Deadpool, Falcon & Winter Soldier, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Marvel Comics, Moon Knight, Spider-Man (live action), Venom, X-Men, DC: Peacemaker, Top Gun Movies, Suits, Stranger Things Highest rating: E Length/scope: 10 - 20k words. Minimum Bid: $5

Especially interested in: Alternate universe, amnesia, soulmates, time travel, time loop, mistaken identity, fake relationship, arranged marriage, secrets, first time, BDSM, drag queens, strippers, bar/diner owner, dancers, musicians, reality TV, enemies to lovers, bodyswap, tattoo parlor, coffee shop au, movie/tv shows/book rewritings, superpowers, mind reading, fantasy creatures, angst with a happy ending, sexuality crisis, internalized homophobia, meeting in chat, A/B/O, shapeshifting, misunderstandings, undercover, dubcon Slam Dunk: Sakuragi/Rukawa, Sendoh/Mitsui, Akagi/Kogure, Maki/Nobu Hazbin Hotel: Husk/Angel, Valentino/Angel, Lucifer/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Angel One Piece: Luffy/Zoro, Helmeppo/Koby, Sanji/Zoro, Mihawk/Zoro, Luffy/Sanji Kingsman: Harry/Eggsy, Whiskey/Tequila, Merlin/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut), Lancelot/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut) Marvel: Steve/Bucky, Rumlow/Bucky, Zemo/Bucky, Tony/Peter, Wade/Peter, Wade/Colossus, Wade/Ajax, Tony/Bruce, Pyro/Iceman, Mr. Fantastic/Johnny Storm, Clint/Pietro, Marc Spector/Steven Grant, Venom/Eddie Brock, Venom/Spiderman Peacemaker: Chris/Adrian Top Gun: Rooster/Hangman, Rooster/Maverick, Maverick/Iceman, Harvard/Yale, Coyote/Bob Suits: Harvey/Mike Stranger Things: Steve/Eddie, Andy/Garreth, Mike/Will (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Argyle (as secondaru pairing, no smut), Nancy/Robin (as secondary pairing, no smut), Robin/Vickie (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Nancy (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jason/Eddie, Billy/Gator (character from Fargo) might be persuaded to write Steve/Billy or Eddie/Billy

Unwilling to address: Femslash, Het pairings, original characters, reader insert, gen stories, pre-slash, deathfic, unhappy endings, cheating, humiliation, scat, foot kink violence, threesome, polyamory, established relationship, permanent injury, mpreg, trans characters, genderswap, aging up or de-aging, first person, second person, original characters, miscarriage:

If possible, no pairings out of the ones I listed.

Other notes: I write slash stories, most of the time AUs, with high ratings and a lot of angst but they all have a happy ending.

Special interests: Canonically trans or nonbinary characters, Racebending, Ambiguous endings

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