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thingsnia · 3 months

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𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 | 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 | 𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 | 𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

Imagine being John Price's trophy wife, happy to have joined another random course just to pass the time, John thinks it's funny how you always have some strange news to tell him - botany course, gardening course, cooking course and even the current massage course. John let you spend a little on the weekly money he sends you, he has a solid account, and even though you know the passwords, he likes to have an account that you can spend on your nonsense.

You've been so good to him - the least he can give you is a bank account full for you to spend on all your treats, you've been so good to him, always kind, always kind, always laughing when he comes home, always cooking the delicious things you always do for him, wearing that damn pink apron that makes you act like a sexy bunny.

He knows that you decorated one of the rooms in the mansion with massage devices, he thinks it's funny when the bill arrived, as it arrived, some sauna installers appeared in the battalion, and most of the soldiers already knew it was some prank on your part. Soap was even going to invite himself to go there, Ghost made fun of him asking what new prank you could have done. John signed with a damn smile on his face because he couldn't wait to get home and see his skills.

And now it comes to exactly how he looks now, with a huge erection under the white towel wrapped around his hips — all the body hair exposed, the smell of the massage oil, the scented and scented candles, damn, you looked so pretty sitting on top. of him as he crushed his hands around his toned breasts, he was so hard, he just wanted to fuck you, you looked so beautiful, so proud showing off all the massage tricks.

Fuck, he'd never felt so relaxed and so hard. And even though he wanted to be taken care of by you, he couldn't stand it, attacking your body, laying you down on the massage mark, opening the tiny clothes you were wearing - John couldn't help but tear all the clothes off, even while you fought, fought with he laughed and pouted. "You promised I could massage you! Daddy!" He knows he broke his promise, he should have known he wouldn't be able to stand seeing you on his lap, massaging his hair-covered chest, feeling your nails, your soft hands wrapped around his cup.

John never believed that at his age he could fuck you even harder, even with his back pain, damn, he fucks you like he's going to ravish you. Sprinkling the massage oil on your little body, he can feel your skin smooth and soft, your eyes shining as you moan and laugh, seeing your poor pussy widen to take all of his dick — those sounds you make when he sinks in, those little eyes rolling, how you scratch his back and scream.

John is absolutely sure that he can keep spoiling you with random treats, buying or redecorating a new room, as long as in the end, he can crush your little body against his — feeling his body hair making allergies on your skin, crushing your skin. you little body, he knows he doesn't deserve you, a sweet, gentle, tight wife.

ask are open, feel free to send something 💓🫶🏻

But he can give you the heavens and the damn stars if you want something, because he does everything to see you laughing, to see you crinkle his little eyes. Damn, he loves crushing your little pussy around him, widening your little hole, and dumping cum so deep inside you, breeding you, filling you, he loves you, he loves every inch of his little girl, his little angel.

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iminloveweveryone · 9 months

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Cold

Grumpy simon smut

Here you go since I’m bad at writing smut without plot like gr anyway I think this is cute he’s kinda jealous a bit grumpy

Also if you have requests send them in! I’m always looking for ideas.

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“So? Are you in?”

“…”

“Yes.”

“Good, you leave tomorrow. 6 am.”

…

That’s how I found myself on a helicopter in the early morning, being transferred to the base where task force 141 resides.

I stared out the window quietly, since I’d run out of things to talk about with the pilot. I see a large building come into view as we slowly start to descend.

The heli lands and I grab onto my large duffel bag, swinging it over my shoulder. I look over our surroundings and see four men standing in the distance. I recognize only one, captain price.

I step out and walk over towards the group, a smile on my face.

“Hi, I’m Alessandra.” I say as I look between them. “John price, I’ve heard about you, laswell

Says your one hell of a shot.” He smiles at me and I only nod along.

“Soap, you can call me John if ya like lass.” He says with a grin spread across his face, I can’t help but notice his hair, which is cut into a Mohawk. I smile at the friendly man and shake his hand.

“I’m Kyle, team calls me Gaz though.” He nods at me before crossing his arms.

I look over to the last man who stays silent before Soap speaks up. “This here is si-“

“Ghost.” He says cutting off soap. I nod and give him a small smile.

The walk me through the base and what missions may come up soon, before dropping me off at my room and letting me settle in.

I place the few items I have around the rooms before smiling to myself and exiting. I wander down the hallway to where I remember the kitchen was.

It smells good?

I walk in and see price in the kitchen, storing something in a pot. “Ooh what are you makin?” I ask curiously as I take a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Chilli, perfect for winter, no?” He glances at me and I nod. I turn my head as soap walks into the kitchen “he says it’s world famous” he grins “honestly he probably stole the recipe from some old woman” he says making me laugh.

Price serves us a bowl of chilli and a piece of bread on the side. I begin eating when I look around and notice Ghost is absent from the table.

Gaz must have noticed me looking around as he speaks up. “Doesn’t like to eat around new people” he shrugs “don’t take it personal” he says with a friendly smile.

We all finished our food and have moved onto to board games, which I have to say i am the best at by far.

We’re playing charades, which Ghost has decided to not show up for either.

I was partnered with soap, and we were winning by a lot.

“Okay three words.” Gaz nods at the captain “first word.” He starts waving his arms around like a distressed seagull.

“Uh..windmill” He shakes his head and starts doing the motion again. “Damn, uh..” the timer goes off and soap and I cheer.

“It was flying a kite! I was trying to do a flying motion like a chicken” he puts his head in his hands dramatically.

“Chickens are horrible at flying idiot!” Price shouts before we all burst out into laughter, soap practically falling to the floor.

We play a few more rounds before calling it a night and everyone starts to head off to bed.

I’m waking down the hallway as I hear price call out to me, I turn to look at him.

“So you know, you’ll be shadowing Ghost tomorrow. Just to get a feel of things round here.” He says before patting my shoulder and heading off somewhere.

I head off to bed, practically falling asleep as soon as my face hits the pillow.

…

I’ve been looking for a Ghost for a while now, since I was supposed to shadow him. But he really lives up to his name since he is nowhere to be found.

I reach a shooting range which seems to be empty until I spot him at the very last lane. I walk inside and stand a few feet away.

He puts his gun down and turns to face me, somehow sending I was there..

He gives me a blank look probably wondering what I was doing but not saying anything.

“Price said I would shadow you today, to get a feel for things I guess?” I say as he only sighs and starts to put his gun away.

“So where are we going? Do you have to do much around here or is it more like waiting for the next mission?” I wonder out loud as he stays silent which urges me to talk more.

“And about the mission, how do you guys plan them? Or is it price who does most of it and then you guys kinda just follow the plan.” I say not even facing him anymore as I ramble on.

“Jesus..” I hear him mumble under his breath as he starts to walk out of the room. “Hey! Where are you going lieutenant?” I ask as I trail behind him.

He walks down a long hallway, a few soldiers passing by us and giving him a nod. I look around curiously, not having yet explored this part of the base.

I follow him into a room at the end of the hall, which starts to look more like a office the more I glance around.

As soon as I fully step inside he’s slamming me against the door and locking it. “Don’t know how to be quiet, huh?” He asks as he pins my arms above my head.

I can only sit there and stare at him, fully at a loss for words.

“Acting all friendly with everyone, don’t you know when to shut up? Don’t you notice all the people eyeing you.” He says in a cold tone as his face is inches away from mine.

“Need someone to teach ya?” He stares me dead in the eyes. I nod my head at him slowly.

“Words sweetheart, words.” He mumbles as he looks down at me. “Yes..”

“Yes what?” He asks teasingly “yes..please.” I swear a see a smirk under that mask.

“That’s better.” He mutters before slowly lowering his head and lifting his mask just enough to show his lips. He kisses along my neck sloppily, leaving hickeys all over the place.

I let out small whimpers, trying to stay quiet in case anyone decides to walk by here. His hands roam down to my waist and gives it a little squeeze before he’s picking me up and putting me back down on his desk.

He slowly reaches down to my pants, harshly pulling them down without any warning. His hands find the hem of my panties and he tugs on them before looking up to me, seemingly for permission. I nod at him eagerly as he drops the to the floor, letting them fall in some unknown corner.

I hear heavy breathing and the sound of his belt clanging as he moves to undo it. His pants drop along with his boxers.

I look down and damn.

He moves closer, holding onto my thighs with his large hands. He lines it up with my entrance and slowly starts to push in, giving me a few seconds to adjust.

I let out whimpers and moans at the feeling of him inside, which only seems to feed his ego and make him more eager.

He starts to move, his pace slow at first. “Fuck, so tight..” he mumbles into my neck as he thrusts faster. “Doing so good f’me”

His hips rocks into me, pounding harder until I can practically feel his tip in my stomach. I let out loud moans at the feeling.

“Gotta stay quiet sweetheart, yeah?” I bite down onto my lip, trying to keep any sounds inside. He moves relentlessly, practically feral.

“Gho..” my voice is hoarse as I speak.

“Hm?” He says breathlessly. “M’ so close..gonna cum..” I whine into his shoulder. “Fuck, fuck..gonna cum for me? For your lieutenant?” He grunts into my ear as I only nod at him eagerly.

He holds onto my thighs harshly as I feel the waves of my orgasm hit me, hard. My legs shake a little but he holds them down, as he cums right after me.

“Think ya can give me one more?” He says cockily before he starts pounding into me again. I let out whines as he only goes harder this time.

“S’too much..” I moan out “you can do it, you’re doing so good.” He encourages as his hands find my waist and he clamps down on it.

“Fuck, gonna leave marks all over your body.” He grumbles “everyone will know who you belong to then.”

I stay silent, too lost in the pleasure he’s giving me to respond. I feel myself once again reaching a high and my hands find his back, probably leaving marks all over.

“You close?” He asks and I nod eagerly. I open my mouth a little as the feeling in my stomach rises. “You wanna cum?” He asks “yes!” I practically shout. “say your mine then.” He says coldly.

“I’m..yours, please..” I pant out as his grip on my waist tightens “good girl, so good f’me.” He says as I come undone on his cock.

Heavy breathing fills the room as he holds onto me tightly. Letting me relax in his arms before pulling out.

“Tired?” He ask softly and I nod against him. He picks me up and dresses me before leading me to my room and letting me fall asleep on his chest.

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adastrael · 1 year

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Cod: mw ii characters as type of kisses (pt. 1)

Pairing(s): gender neutral reader / kyle "gaz" garrick, phillip graves, john "soap" mactavish, john price

Word count: around 2.1k

Warnings: slightly suggestive themes, other than that just fluff

A/N: this work was inspired by some posts I have seen years ago, but unfortunately couldn't find the original sources anymore :(

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - "in the moment kiss"

Maybe you were arguing about something, or talking about another niche topic for the fifth time that day; either way, you looked way too alluring not to kiss.

"I just don't get it you know? Why would they name the fruit pineapple?"

It was just another day he spent at home with you between missions, enjoying the quality time you two could share together. As usual, you've been going off about the mentioned topic for a few minutes now, trying to prove your point to him about how it made no sense to call the fruit pineapple — naturally, you were sure your opinion was correct on the matter.

So utterly absorbed in your own thoughts, gesturing with your hands and all, you didn't realize how your boyfriend was staring at you the whole time. Gaz always looked at you like you hung the stars above, enhancing the night sky with them — you did, if he was to answer. His gaze was burning in the best way possible, filling you with warmth whenever he set his sight on you. You weren't sure if he knew the effect he had on you, but judging by his smirk sometimes, it was likely.

Within a few seconds after your question, your rambling got swiftly interrupted by a palm on your cheek, gently turning your head towards his direction. Before you could say anything about it — protest, most likely — warm lips pushed onto yours, effectively cutting off the train of thought you were riding. You made a confused noise somewhere in the back of your throat, not having anticipated the motion, but it turned into a content sigh as you soon melted into the kiss — just like every time your mouths connected and you got lost in everything that was him.

Gaz kissed like you were a treasure to cherish, like he was afraid that if he stopped touching you, you'd never let him close again. He was passionate, eager, pressing into you like he wanted to stay in your embrace forever. Somehow, he never failed to stay considerate even during times like this; when his hands anchored you to his front, grabbing hold of your waist and neck to keep you in place, bodies so close to each other you could feel his heartbeat against your own chest.

All the same, when you only just seperated for air, he chased after your lips, craving more physical contact. Always more, more, more. It was like he was drawn to you, as if you were the siren luring him into the waters with your ethereal beauty. He never got enough of you.

When he leaned in for yet another kiss, you put a hand on his chest, only slightly applying pressure, knowing it would still get the message across about needing oxygen back in your lungs.

"What was that for?"

"You looked beautiful."

It was him initiating the kisses in the first place, yet he sounded so out of breath, like he hadn't taken a lungful in years. Even now, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he has ever seen or held in his arms. It took your breath away too, no matter how long you've been together.

Safe to say, the topic of pineapples was long forgotten by the time he finally let go of you — although not for long.

Phillip Graves - "unbreakable kiss"

You shouldn't have been doing what you were, both of you knew. And yet, you couldn't find it in yourself to break things off, especially when he whispered so sweetly in your ear every time you gave him the chance to do so.

The corridors leading through the base were non-stop busy, Shadows and oftentimes Officials roaming them during the day. It was only expected, for a facility with such a high importance couldn't have gone unmonitored, no matter the hour. Thankfully, you had a little secret up your sleeve to avoid the passage of people, one that someone else also liked to get advantage of.

Tucked into one of the rarely visited corridors — only used for supply closets — your figure stood overshadowed by a taller, more defined body. If someone was to walk by, they would surely be shocked, seeing the easily recognizable blond locks tussled, free of the usual hair gel that kept them in place. They seemed longer now, almost like they were hidden all these time from the prying eyes of others. The knowledge that you were the only one seeing him like this made your chest ache, yearn with emotions you were too afraid to think about for too long.

No one visited these hidden, out of place corridors only during cleaning shifts, meaning you weren't afraid of anyone walking on you doing what was definitely forbidden, or the very least heavily downlooked.

You had no time to deeply think about such things like being discovered though, not when his teeth kept biting down, giving a welcomed stinging feeling to your already swollen lips.

"Can't get enough of you baby."

Graves liked to flatter, to see you fall apart under him slowly. He was a master of playing his cards right, knowing exactly how to push and where. The knowledge that you would have to get back to work after he was done with you made his blood run hot and a dangerous heat coil in his abdomen. Just thinking about the possibility of someone discovering you two, realizing what he was doing to you, making you feel was enough to drive him crazy.

"Don't tease Graves."

You really should have expected to be met with a cocky smirk, his lips curling into a mocking smile. It was only usual from him, after all.

"Why would I do that, when you give up so easily anyways."

You wanted to retort, you really did, but he cut your thoughts short with a knee between your legs and a warm palm against your throat. Not gripping or pushing, never outside of his room, just keeping it planted there. As if he was commanding "Still". Who were you to resist?

Sometimes you hated yourself for obeying so easily. You yielded too fast, you knew. Yet, there wasn't enough strength in you to stop him, not when his touch made you feel things no one else was able to.

John "Soap" MacTavish - "distracting kiss"

It didn't matter how many times he did the same thing, you never failed to subtly lose and let him have the win, even if you saw his plan from miles away. You liked to see him happy and if it cost losing a game, you were more than content to let him have the victory.

It wasn't unusual for Soap to try to sabotage you while racing or competing for something. He was prone to mischief and thanks to his competitive nature, games often felt much more high-skate than they were supposed to. You didn't mind that too much though, it was always fun playing something with or against him.

This particular afternoon you two decided to play Mario Kart, getting the idea from an advertisement you heard a few hours prior. After every task was completed for the day, both of your afternoons were free of any other chores, leaving you with a few spare hours to spend. Neither of you owned many games, but luckily Soap managed to get his hands on some stuff — sorry Gaz — so now you were able to play.

Some friendly banter and a few rounds later, the score on the monitor showed how you were a point ahead of him. He thought that just wouldn't do, the little voice in his head egging him on to win against you. So naturally, he came up with a plan that was guaranteed to reap him the victory. He knew it always worked, no matter how many times he had used it on you — not suspecting that maybe that was because you let him get away with it.

When the sound of the next game starting alerted you to focus on the screen, Soap waited for you to get immersed in the race. When your whole attention was on the TV, he put his controller down and leaned over to put a big kiss on your cheek. He didn't stop there, diving back to give you more and more, not letting up even for a second. His kisses were intentionally sloppy, leaving wet spots on your face. He even went as far to use his tongue and lick a stripe up your cheeks, making you screech at him to stop. It wasn't serious of course, you were uncontrollably giggling under his ministrations, trying really hard to focus on the game. It was near impossible though, with how quickly he moved to your nose and ears, tickling them with his breath and messy kisses.

"Soap stop!"

Of course, the moment you put the controller down, he wound his arms around your body and went crazy, kissing all over your neck, shoulders and just anywhere he could reach. You were laughing earnestly under him, your voice cracking and tears gathering in your eyes thanks to how hard your frame shook with your giggles and pleas for him to stop already.

In the end the game was long forgotten, screen going dark over the two cuddling figures on the couch. He truly loved when you were this happy, and if it only took a few kisses and him losing the game, then so be it. Your happiness was more important than his pride anyways.

John Price - "early morning kiss"

He's always been seemingly distant, hard and rugged around the edges. In the rare mornings you spent together, he was always soft and caring; the complete opposite of what people thought of him. It was only then, and only for you.

You've never been a picky person. It wasn't in your nature to demand things you didn't have, to yearn for something that wasn't in any way available for you. It was pointless dwelling on what if's and illusions, staying focused on the present worked way better — you suspected that was part of the reason he found himself drawn to you.

Still, in these scarce moments, you let yourself imagine if you were.

It was barely past 6 in the morning, way too early for someone like you to be awake, much less on a Sunday. There was no way you were going to go back to sleep despite that, not when you had a rare opportunity like this with him.

Price — your John — was quietly snoring next to you, a heavy arm slung over your stomach and head buried between your shoulder and collarbone. His beard slightly scratched your bare skin with every even breath he took — puff, puff, puff — gradually making you drowsy again. You didn't want to go back to the dreamland right now, but you appreciated how he could calm and lull you even in his sleep.

He looked calm like this; the hard lines on his face gone, the angry furrow of his brows absent, annoyed scowl invisible. Price always seemed much younger while resting, when he didn't hold the whole weight of the world on his shoulders. These times, he didn't. There, in your bed and deep asleep, he was just another man. Not a Captain, not a soldier, not a provider: he was ordinary.

You couldn't help basking in the moment, just contently existing next to him in a quiet fashion. Your eyes traced his face over and over again, gaze always ending up on his mouth, slowly moving as he was breathing in and out. Not quite snoring, just having deep relaxed breaths like one makes deep in sleep.

You didn't want to touch him in fear of disturbing his well-earned rest, didn't dare to, but the want to plant a kiss on his lips never truly left the jumbled mess of your thoughts.

It must have been minutes, you noted, when you finally had to stifle a yawn. You decided a few more hours wouldn't hurt in the end, and turned to get into a comfortable position to return to a land of dreams.

"Got tired of me, love?"

His morning voice never failed to send shivers all over your body, no matter how many times you heard it before. Barely moments after he just woke up, his accent heavy and clouded with sleep, voice scratchy like gravel, but in a good, rumbling way — you loved it more than anything. If God's angels had a voice, you were sure they sounded like this.

"Never."

And that was the truth.

As you turned back to look at him, he already had his eyes open and looking at you. His irises were still brimming with dreams, but a slight smile was already playing on his lips. Soft and loving.

"Good."

He leaned in close, just barely touching your lips with his. It wasn't anything special or long, he didn't put much effort in it; yet, it meant more to you than anything else he could ever give.

"Morning darlin'."

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