AKSHSJAKDHFJKAA IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR BLUSHING KICKING MY FEET

AKSHSJAKDHFJKAA IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR BLUSHING KICKING MY FEET

price x reader x alex - keep still

╰▸because these bearded beauties could do anything they want to me‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ cw‎:‎ fingering, being held down, reader overpowered, edging

alex who sits with his back against the headboard of the bed, your ass positioned snug between his thighs as your held closely against his chest. fingers squeezing your neck as he keeps your line of vision focused on the other man who has his head between your own thighs. the other hand snaked around your waist to keep you in place.

"c'mon, baby. keep your eyes on the captain." the sound of his voice sending goosebumps to rise on your skin, his lips close to your ear gently biting on the lobe as he tugs. "wanna be a good girl for us, don't you?"

the nod you give is small, but acknowledged by alex as he chuckles in response to it. fingers squeezing again as you let out a small gasp for air. price's eyes looking up to meet yours as two fingers pump into your already dripping cunt, his mouth like a leech against your clit as he sucks on it. only does he stop for a brief moment when a smirk forms on his lips as the gasp that leaves your mouth.

"can't speak, sweetheart?" price teases before his tongue swirls around the swollen bud, your legs squirming as you try to kick him away. it wasn't that you didn't want him to keep going, your body just highly sensitive to both of their touches right now. "tsk, keep still." he growls, fingers curling inside you as his free hand squeezes the thigh of your leg he has propped over his shoulder. the action causing your body to try and jolt forward, but alex tugging you right back against him.

"disobeying orders?" alex coos, lips now attaching to the side of your neck, the skin darkening as he leaves a mark.

"n-no." the whimper escaping your lips, grabbing at price's hair while the other hand grabs at alex's wrist. both men letting a chuckle out at the same time at your response when your body squirms again from the arousal. pumping you closer to an orgasm with his fingers, price's fingers suddenly pull out, your slick trailing them as they exit. the word 'no' leaving your lips again, this time in a pleading tone as price robs you from the release.

"mhm," alex hums, kissing your cheek. "she still needs some training on keep still."

price's lips placing a kiss on your folds. "you get closer every time, sweetheart." he mumbles, looking at you again. another kiss. the warmth of his lips against you causing you to whine. "shh, i know." your leg hooked onto his shoulder is guided off as he moves to position himself so his face is in front of yours. "good girls who don't disobey get to cum."

"but doesn't mean we still can't toy with you." alex whispers in your ear.

I love learning more about how the base works and how all of the 141 fits in this au!! Also how spunky reader is makes me smile

Into Your Veins- Part II

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Good luck Captain Price

johnny 'soap' mactavish x reader

just pure fluff i thought of while half asleep, enoy :) - sun

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the fireplace crackles from the corner of your small apartment. although it was gas and not wood-burning, it still warmed the room and allowed for some sense of coziness. you're laying on the couch in your pajamas, curled up under a blanket waiting for johnny to return from the kitchen.

you can hear him rummaging through the cabinets, trying to cure his insatiable hunger. you wouldn't be surprised if he walked out with 4 different things to eat when all you asked for was for a bag of popcorn for the movie. "right, so i got your popcorn. but i brought some cookies, yogurt and string cheese if you want some," he announces proudly, setting everything down on the coffee table in front of you.

you almost laugh at his predictability, knowing him like the back of your hand after two years together. sitting up so he has room, he occupies the space next to you and leans his whole left side on you so that you're touching while he eats. as soon as he finishes, he yawns and lays his head on your shoulder. "johnny the movie barely started, you can't fall asleep yet!" you complain, pushing him back up straight.

"c'mon lass.. y'know i'm just trying to catch up on sleep," he laughs, leaning in to softly kiss along your neck, his fingers tickling your thigh. he had only been back for a few days and was sleeping like a rock through every night. once his head touches the pillow, he's out like a light, softly snoring beside you.

"mm' fine. but next time you have to stay awake the entire movie," you say, shooting him a fake warning look and he nods in response. his blue eyes seem to sparkle when they meet yours, completely enamored by you. he feels comfortable and safe with you around and finally allows himself to relax. moving to a spooning position, his strong arm lazily drapes over your waist, his breathing slowing by your ear eventually lulling you to sleep with him.

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「✰」 ━━ NIKOLAI HEADCANONS

RATING R - Restricted [ Content Warnings : 18+ mdni, gn!m!f!reader, strong language, alcohol mention and consumption, fluff, possible mistranslation, spider mention, smut, dom!Nikolai, sub!reader, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, masturbation, riding, hair pulling ]

SYNOPSIS Both general and romantic, safe for work and not safe for work, headcanons for, arguably, one of the most underrated Call of Duty: Modern Warfare characters to date - Nikolai. (This is my first time writing smut so any tips and feedback is greatly appreciated!)

WORD COUNT 1.2k

SAFE FOR WORK

His hands, and just his body overall, run naturally warm. Not to the point where he can be considered a "walking heater" or burning to the touch, but just exudes a constant warmness overall.

Dad-bod, no questions asked. He's not completely cut, not all hard surfaces and muscles - he's got a plush softness to him body that's equally as firm. He works out and keeps himself in shape, of course, because, granted, it's a given that comes with his profession, but he indulges himself equally as much.

He doesn't drink heavily, per se, setting a hard cut-off point for himself that he abides by like it's law, but he won't deny a drink if he's offered it. After all, drinking culture is big in Russia - he can hold his own just fine. That being said, vodka isn't his favorite, but he doesn't hate it by any means, either.

Acts of service and quality time are his love languages. He loves spending time with you whenever he can, especially considering how his profession can take him away for months and more at a time. If it's possible, you're always by his side or he's by yours. Will do anything you ask of him, too - be it chores, tasks, or anything else.

That being said, it can also be argued that giving gifts is one of his primary love languages, too. Any time he's out on a mission, he always tries to get you something from wherever he's been to - there are many perks to being a pilot, now aren't there?

He snores when he sleeps, and he sleeps heavy. Not to the point where you'd have to dump a bucket of ice water over him to wake him up, but to the point where you have to shake him vigorously to get him to slowly rouse. Sounds like a lawnmower when he snores.

His kisses are soft and slow, one hand on your waist or back, pulling you in, while the other holds your chin with such tenderness, guiding your lips to meet his, breathing out a heavy sigh as he relaxes into you.

Opts for Russian terms of endearment over English ones. It feels more personal to him, calling you something in his native tongue rather than something he hears everyone around him call their partners - it's more special to him.

Лапушка/Лапочка - Lapochka/Lapushka (sweetheart)

Любимая/Любимый - Lyubimaya/Lyubimyy (darling)

Surprisingly or not, he's actually a really good cook! He's traveled to so many places and tried so many different kinds of food so, naturally, he's learned to make them for himself. He downplays his abilities, but he looks like an absolute professional when he's in the kitchen.

When he's not away for work, he's actually quite domestic. He has a house of his own far away from everyone else in a remote little town, at least an hour or two outside of any major city. A cabin of sorts, with a place for his own little garden that he tends to (or, more accurately, which you tend to).

He even has his own little stall at the town's farmers market where he sells what he grows whenever it's ready. Everyone has so many theories about him because, honestly - why wouldn't they? A Russian man who lives at the edge of town in a big ol' house, disappearing for weeks or months at a time. It's a cause for concern.

He's so polite and he has the best manners, no question about it.

Though, to combat it, he can be quite a loose-canon. He's reckless and unethical in his methods, especially with work, but some aspects carry over to his personal and domestic life. (If there's a spider, he's pulling out his pistol first, not grabbing a book or a shoe).

He has this sarcastic, almost morbid sense of humor, smug as all hell (worse than Graves, more often than not) but he's genuinely just playful. He's a friend to everyone he meets and can easily match vibes with anyone.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK

Dominant in every sense of the word. He might let you act like you're in control from time to time, but he's quick to show you your place and has no shame in doing it.

His hands are always on you, no matter the occasion. He has to have some sort of physical contact when it comes to you. Be it a hand on the small of your back to guide you, on your shoulder to assure his presence, his leg touching yours when you sit down, a palm on your thigh as he drives.

One-hundred percent an ass man. Squeezing, slapping, spanking, groping - doesn't matter. If he can, his hand is there, no discussion.

He's an exhibitionist, easily. The risk of getting caught, whether if he's by himself or if he's with you, turns him on beyond belief - it gets his head spinning.

Helicopter sex! He's absolutely obsessed with getting you to ride him while he sits in the cockpit, holding onto your hips, fingers bruising into the skin, his legs spread wide with his jumper zipped down as far as it can go, fucking up into you as you bounce on his cock.

Jerks himself off in his helicopter too, biting down onto his fist as he fucks into his hand with purpose.

He's noisy! All grunts and growls, whispering to you how good you feel, practically narrating what he's doing sometimes.

It's a balance of praise and degradation that he gives. Sometimes it fifty-fifty, saying how you're taking him so well, like a good whore should. Sometimes it switches from one to the other (be it extremes or not) - it just depends.

Gives oral like job. Steady grip on your thighs, pushing them back and wide and buries himself between them for as long as you'll allow him to. He's so sloppy with it too, drooling and spitting all over you as he sucks you off/eats you out. (If you look close enough, you can tell it's started to bleach his beard, too).

Takes his time fucking you. He doesn't like quickies at all - if he isn't able to fuck you at the pace he wants, he isn't doing it. Now, this doesn't necessarily mean that he isn't up for hard and fast sex, but it's more so that he doesn't like time constraints.

More often than not, though, he goes slow (at least, at first), teasing you until you're begging before slowly pushing into you, dragging his cock in and out of you at an excruciating pace.

Speaking of, too, he's such a tease and he knows it.

Loves loves loves pulling and grabbing your hair, forcing you to arch your back as he pounds into you from behind relentlessly, watching the way your ass ripples with every snap of his hips.

Dumbification, too. Loves getting you all cock-drunk and fucked out to the point where you can't think for yourself, teasing you and borderline-mocking you as he slides a hand down your stomach, bringing his thumb down to your clit and making slow circles around it/grabbing the base of your cock and slowly stroking up and down it as he coos at you.

This goes hand in hand with overstimulation - loves making you cum over and over and over again until you can't think and it's too much, only to coax another orgasm out of you.