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Teddy Bear
Pairing: John Price x F! Reader
Summary: You bump into a handsome stranger while shopping. meet cute.
Warning: M Theme. VERY slight mention of Innuendoes. Alcohol use. assumptions.
A/N: for @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world, hope this will give you a tiny etsy warm fuzzy feeling with our dear Johnathan Price.
not beta'ed or proof read.
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“Aunty Bear! Come on!!”
Letting out a sigh, half regretting letting your adorable niece and nephew have the free rein to choose any present they want as they drag you by the pants through aisle after aisle at the local department store.
You haven’t seen your sister’s family for over a year. You were astonished how big they have grown in the time between, especially your little niece. Seems only yesterday you were cradling her in your arm as a newborn, and now her little feet can zoom around faster than a sports car, even her six year old brother is having hard time keeping up.
“Alright alright, steady there, I can’t keep up with you when I can’t see where I am going!” you warned the little girl as you adjusted the oversized teddy bear in your arms, at the same time trying to navigate blindly. At the end you just give up and let her pull whichever direction she leads you.
Suddenly you collide with an obstacle, sending you reeling. A strong muscular arm caught you in time before you fell onto the shelves.
“Apologies, are you alright there?” A deep husky voice above your head asks as they try to steady your footing, and only to let go after they are sure both of your feet are firmly back on the ground again.
Your face heats up as soon as you lift your head up to take a good peek at your saviour ( or victim of your blind walking ), gezez he is tall, you thought. Very handsome too. Nicely groomed beard, piercing blue eyes, slight wrinkles around his eyes and between brows. He must frown pretty often.
“Ohh, aunty look, he’s got a furry face!” your two year old niece pointed at the stranger, as she stared at him with wonder.
“That’s called a beard Lizzy, not fur.” your nephew corrected his sister, rolling his eyes.
“Actually that is a mutton chop.. “ you blurted out without thinking. Seconds later your eyes grew wide, realising what you just said.
‘Shit um, sorry, uh, I apologise.. Sorry to run into you. And Um, commenting on your…” you dropped the large teddy bear on the floor, while one hand covering your mouth, waving around towards his beard, horrified.
The handsome stranger chuckled. “It’s ok. It’s always been a talking point. I am used to it.”
Embarrassed beyond words, you shake your head. You swallowed hard before you squeezed more words of apology out of your mouth.
“Really it’s Ok. I know it’s hard to chase around the kids when your hands are full.” he commented.
“From experience?” you asked, eyebrows raised, and feeling that slight ping of disappointment in your heart. He must be married. You thought. You took a quick glance at his left hand. No rings. Your heart soars again.
“ I guess chasing and yelling after three adults that behave like kids you can count as that.” He replied as he let out a short laugh. “Especially ones that don't follow your command when they are off duty.”
Seeing your brows knitted together with confusion at his comment, “ My subordinate. Those three are like my sons.” he smiled softly.
You swear the room spun a bit after seeing his smile. Or are you swooning?
Get your brain straight! You mentally slap yourself. You are here shopping for presents, not ogling on eligible or dateable people!
You felt your nephew tugging at your clothes, snapping you out of your internal dialogue. “Aunty Bear, I am hungry, can we go home and have lunch please?” he pouted.
“Ah um, ok, let’s go and pay for this and we can go home, ya?” you replied, ready to bend down to pick up the teddy bear from the floor. A shadow loomed over you. The stranger had bent over, arms out.
“I’ll carry that for you, if you don’t mind. Also be easier to hold onto your niece as well.” he gestured.
Gosh how nice can this man be? You ran into him, and now he is offering to help you to carry your purchase?
You nodded your head, whispered a thanks, before you turned and picked your niece up into your arms.
The stranger picks the teddy bear up under his arm with ease, while your nephew carries the rest of the items, as four of you walk towards the register.
“Aunty … he’s like a real giant teddy bear..” your niece whispered into your ear. “And his arms are furry too, just like his face.”
The stranger turned around, “My chest is quite furry too. And legs. Just like a real bear.” he added with a mischievous smile.
Your face burnt with embarrassment. Is he trying to flirt with you? There is no way. NOPE.
You speed up your pace to get to the register, even more embarrassed.
“Daddy and mummy buying presents for you two?” the old lady at the register asked the children with a smile as she ring up the items.
“Oh no no no we are not… “ “she’s not…I am just helping her..“ both of you shake your head, denying. Your face heated up again at the thought. How much more embarrassment can you take today? But part of your heart is actually amused at the situation.
“Oh sorry.. Just four of you look so lovely together..” the lady apologised. “Sorry to make the assumption.”
You took a peek at the stranger as he accepted the apology and gracefully redirected the conversation with the lady with little chit-chat.
He was even nice enough to help you to carry everything to the car, “Need help to put it into the boot, wife?” he joked as he flashes you a smile.
“Ah, thanks, um uh, you shouldn’t have.” you stuttered slightly hearing his joke. You pop the boot open, letting him stuff the large teddy bear in. “I ran into you and here you are helping me, I feel very bad. So um, Can I buy you a coffee or something as an apology and as a thanks for the help?”
A sad apologetic smile appeared on his face. Looking at his watch he replied, “It’s Ok. I have to leave soon. Plus,” he pointed at the two children standing beside you, pouting. “I think they are getting bit.. What is the word, hangry? So I think it’s time to feed them.”
Disappointment hits you. The one time you raise your courage to ask someone, you get turned down.
“Maybe next time?” he suddenly asked.
“Oh. Um. I .. I am not from around here. I am only here to visit my sister and family..”
Now is that a look of disappointment on his face?
“Oh. That’s fine. Well, nice to meet you. Have a safe drive home.” Giving you a final wave as you double check the children are buckled into their seats, you drive out from the car park, while the stranger is still standing at the same spot, seeing you off.
Oh well. Not meant to be. You convinced yourself. Suppressing that sadness that is bubbling up within you.
Your sister was ecstatic when you told her you found a new job nearby. She often complaints about how the children misses you, how she misses you, and the job opportunity around the city is better than the one you are currently living in, plus she has a granny flat in her backyard, you save a bit on rent, get to stay with your family while still have your own private space.
Tonight a group of you decided to go out and celebrate one of your workmate’s birthday. And you always wanted to check out this particular bar that always seems to be full of people. Everyone you asked raved about the good selection of drink and food.
“And maybe you might meet that handsome stranger again!” your friend joked.
You rolled your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t have let that story out. It’s been nearly over a year. They might have moved on. They might have forgotten about you. Surely in such a big city, the chance of bumping into the same person is quite slim.
“It’s your birthday! I’ll get your next drink!” you wave at your friend, declining her offer of money as you jump off the stool, ready to get your second pint of beer. As soon as you turned around, you bumped into a wall of broad chest. The stranger caught you just in time, and pulled you into his chest to prevent you from falling. You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. You recognise that laugh.
“Hello teddy bear lady, we really should stop meeting like this.”
Oh deary me. Maybe luck is on your side.
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Just a little bit of Soap comfort...
18+MDNI
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You didn't have to call him. He was already waiting on your doorstep when you came home.
"C'mere, bonnie." His voice was like velvet. Soothing the open nerves of your heart while his arms welcomed you into his loving sanctuary.
You had cured an unspoken bond when you were together. It was so long ago, yet the tendrils of devotion still pulled at your souls like vines. Stubborn and overgrown.
"I still love ya, y'know." He spoke soflty into the delicate fibers of your hair. Burying your head into his chest, encapsulated within the safety of his embrace as your world shattered like emotionally stained glass all around you.
"I can't do this, Johnny. Not now." Your feigned attempt a reluctance was met by a tighter hold of his arms around you.
"I know. We donnae 'ave to do anythin'. Jus' talk if ya want."
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That 'just talk' lasted no more than thirty minutes before Johnny had you splayed out underneath him.
Every thrust fracturing your soul. Every fragmented whimper swallowed by his greedy void. Feasting relentlessly on your heartache, emptying the pain within your chest. Filling the vacuum with his overwhelming tenderness to dull the burn of healing as your mind and body cauterized itself from yet another failed relationship.
"Johnny," you whimpered breathlessly into his mouth.
"I know, bonnie. I know."
His wavering timbre sending you barreling into overstimulatation. Clenching your eyes, digging your nails into his flesh of his back as the pulse of an orgasm radiates deep within your pelvic floor.
"Open your eyes, love. Got'a see ya. Fuck, miss seein' ya like this."
You willingly follow his grunting command. Meeting his gaze, immediately drowning in his cerulean seas as you reach your climax and blissfully convulse around him.
"Joh-" your murmured whine was quickly silenced by his mouth. Defeaning your moans as he slows his pace, his hips stuttering with a growly moan as he abruptly empties himself deep within your welcoming caverns.
"I fuckin' love ya, bonnie. Love ya so goddamn much."
"I know, Johnny." His exhausted proclamation ricocheted off the walls and straight into your heart. Cementing the borders of your soul once more as you found yourself again within the deep recesses of his eyes.
You trail a finger across his sweat covered brow. Curling tendrils of his overgrown mohawk behind his ear, find your voice once more as his body steadily trembles above you.
"You wanna try again, Johnny? See what happens?"
"Aye. I'd try fer a lifetime if it meant I could 'ave jus' one night wit you."
You sealed the next juncture of your renewal with a kiss. Rekindling the flame between your conjoined bodies as the doors of eternity opened in a welcoming embrace.
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I don't know what this is, besides a heap of emotional mumbo-jumbo. Whatever. I love writing SoftSoap. And writing this just healed my soul.
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Pairing: König x f!reader
Warnings: smut mdni (18+) masturbation, scent kink?, pantie stealing
König knew this was wrong but he couldn’t help it.
He was sprawled across his bed with his painfully hard cock in his hand, still in his gear because he had to go to training soon. Pre-cum was smeared across his massive length and his fingers as he stroked himself at a fast past, desperate to get that release.
Wrapped around his cock were your panties, slightly wet from his pre-cum but otherwise still in the perfect condition he had found them in.
He didn’t steal them. He told himself that firmly in his mind which only lessened the guilt as he used it pleasure himself.
You had left them in his bathroom when you used his shower. Your shower was being repaired because the hot water stopped working and being the good friend and teammate, he offered his shower for you to use.
It had been hard enough to stop the dirty thoughts that he had as he sat in his room listening to you shower but he had completely fallen apart when he went into the bathroom later and found your panties laying on the floor, forgotten but still warm.
A whimper escaped his lips as he rubbed the soft fabric across his sensitive tip. He had been working towards and orgasm for so long now, unable to get that sweet release for what felt like hours of painful stimulation. He was aching to cum, he need it so bad that there were tears forming in his eyes as he whined and bucked his hips into his hand.
König was begging in his mind. Begging for the explosion of pleasure to hit, begging for you to walk in on him and help him when he knew you’d probably find him disgusting.
God, he just wanted you.
He groaned in frustration, pulling your panties off his cock as he went back to using just his hand. He stared at the fabric, trying to imagine you in it.
He imagined the way they hugged your ass, the way it hugged your cunt, your dripping cunt that would struggle to take his thick, massive cock while you cried and begged for him. He imagined what you’d look like as he pulled them to the side, sticking his tongue inside your aching hole and eating you out like you were his last meal.
A thought raced through his mind and he stuck his hand under his hood. He shoved your panties in his nose and took a deep inhale of your sweet scent.
König cummed so hard his eyes rolled back and he couldn’t see. A loud moan escape his mouth as he stroked himself so fast that cum sprayed across his clothes and onto the sheets beneath him. Little whines and whimpers escaped his mouth as he smelled your panties until it was the only thing that entered his nostrils.
It took him a while before he came down from his high. His chest heaved up and down as he stared down at his still hard cock, whimpering because he knew this wasn’t going to end.
Not when he had a little piece of you with him. Not when his nose was stuck to your panties that you wouldn’t get back until they stopped smelling like you.
@sofasoap hope this helps hehe ❤️
A/N: I don’t normally write stuff so raunchy but I thought I’d go out of my comfort zone
#konig x reader#konig x you#konig call of duty#konig modern warfare#konig mw2#mw2 konig#sub konig#cod modern warfare
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An appreciation for the “small” fic writers
Hello! I wanted to create this rec for smaller fic writers (about 1,000 followers or less) because I know how it feels to be discouraged by the amount of notes you get and the amount of followers you have. So I made a post asking for your favorite small creators (including self recs you guys sent in and some of my favorites, too!) and here is that list! The banner is by the lovely theywhowriteandknowthings who I would mention here but they’re actually featured on the list below 👀🩷
Without further ado I present to you,
Some “smaller” Pedro Pascal writers listed in alphabetical order order along with what Pedro boys they write for! 🩷 (RPF about Pedro is not included)
@amanitacowboy - Javi P
@atticrissfinch - Joel & Javi P
@avastrasposts - Frankie
@beefrobeefcal - Frankie, Joel, Dave & Javi P
@bluestar22x - Din, Javi P, Pero, Javi G, Frankie, Tim, Marcus M, Marcus P, Joel & Whiskey
@bonezone44 - Joel & Ezra
@chaoticgeminate - Javi P, Javi G, Dieter, Pero, Frankie, Maxwell, Whiskey, Din, Marcus P, Marcus M, Zach & Mr. Ben
@cool-iguana - Din, Joel & Javi P
@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - Dieter
@dark-scape - Joel
@decembermidnight - Din
@diversemediums - Javi P & Din
@frenchiereading - Frankie & Joel
@gmno-writes - Javi P, Din, Frankie, Joel, Dieter & Marcus P
@iamskyereads - Ezra
@idolatrybarbie - Frankie
@inthe-dark-tonight - Joel
@intheorangebedroom - Frankie
@ishabull - Marcus P & Din
@jenispunk - Joel
@julesonrecord - Joel, Whiskey, Ezra, Frankie & Dieter
@katareyoudrilling - Joel, Dave, Marcus P, Frankie, Javi P & Dieter
@kedsandtubesocks - Din, Javi P, Whiskey, Dieter & Marcus P
@kiwisbell - Javi P, Joel, Frankie, Din, Dave & Javi G
@ladamedusoif - Joel, Javi P, Mr. Ben, Din, The Thief & Ortega
@lahooozaherr - Din & Whiskey
@lincolndjarin - Din & Joel
@lovers-liability - Joel
@mandoisapunk - Din, Joel & Javi P
@milla-frenchy - Joel & Javi P
@missredherring - Tim, Pedro Across the Street, Oberyn, Maxwell, Marcus M, Marcus P, Joel, Frankie, Ezra, Din, Dieter & Whiskey
@mondaychildsworld - Din & Joel
@morallyinept - various Pedro boys, like pretty much all of them!
@ohforficsake - Frankie
@pamasaur - Joel
@pascalsbby - Joel, Whiskey, & Javi P
@penvisions - Joel, Frankie, Din & Javi P
@pimosworld - Frankie & Joel
@princessanglophile - Oberyn
@ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - Joel, Javi P & Frankie
@rhoorl - Dieter & Frankie
@romanarose - Joel & Frankie
@sin-djarin - Joel
@sirowsky - Joel, Javi P, Javi G, Frankie, Din, Marcus M, Marcus P, Pero & Dave
@secretelephanttattoo Joel, Marcus P, & Javi P
@sofasoap - Din
@sp00kymulderr - Javi P, Ezra, Marcus P, Joel, Dieter & Din
@stardustandskycrystals - Joel, Whiskey, Marcus M, Javi G, Dieter, Ezra & Javi P
@thelightsandtheroses - Dieter, Joel, Frankie & Javi P
@theywhowriteandknowthings - Din, Joel, Frankie, Javi P, Javi G, Dave, Dieter & Max
Part two!
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like real people do
characters: yuri
summary: after a mission goes badly, yuri comes to you to air out his frustrations, and what was a complicated situation ends up becoming something more.
genre: explicit, light angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader (no desc.)
warnings: cursing, mentions of canon-typical violence, brief mentions of blood/injuries, friends w/ benefits situation, soft dom!yuri, slight possessive!yuri, oral (f!receiving), fingering, lil' hand kink, tattoos <3, unprotected piv, creampies, overstimulation, manhandling, praise, some references to religion, idk yuri's a simp, he's drowning in guilt and pussy
word count: 5.3k
note: this is going to get zero notes, but do i care? no. i'm writing for yuri and forcibly shoving him in everyone's faces until people love him. he's my favorite character and that is going to be VERY obvious here. i have more fics planned. so many. everyone thank @froglights-and-pearls for reminding me of who i am.
aaaand a big thank you to @sofasoap for proofreading this <33
"well, that was a fuckin' bust, yeah?" soap comments after collapsing into a seat, earning pointed looks from the rest of the group as you all boarded the transport helicopter.
gaz slumps down next to him and exhales heavily, shaking his head. "think that's putting it lightly, mate." he chuckles, tapping soap on the shoulder.
ghost takes a seat on soap's other side, rolling his neck to stretch out sore muscles - he took a nasty hit during the mission, his mask partially torn on the cheek and revealing bloodstained skin. you end up sandwiched between price and yuri, tilting your head back to rest against the wall as the adrenaline coursing through you dissipates.
to say that this operation went horribly would be an understatement. you all managed to escape with your lives intact, but the valuable cargo that you were hunting down was lost. you fought to get this lead in the first place, and now you're returning to base with nothing to show for your work other than damaged bodies and morale.
your head rolls to the side, and you end up staring at yuri's side profile. he's hunched forward slightly, a pensive look on his face, brows knitted together from clear frustration.
it’s been a few months since nikolai introduced yuri to the team. after laswell brought up makarov in that chicago bar, everything seemed to move at the speed of light; the invasion of al-mazrah, calling a ceasefire with shadow company, teaming up with farah's forces, mobilizing again before you could even catch your breath... the only good thing to come out of this hectic situation was your newest ally.
yuri was an interesting case from the start. nikolai claims that the two go way back and, after hearing the way he talked about the man prior to your first meeting, you're inclined to believe him when he describes yuri as "one of his best."
his status as a member of nikolai's faction is enough to pique your curiosity - you find out that he's ex-spetsnaz as well, but what catches the entire squad's attention is the offhand comment that the pilot makes.
"he's the only person i know that hates makarov more than you, price."
none of you get the chance to ask him to elaborate, and you've since reached the point where his explanation doesn't matter. yuri fit into the team fairly easily, and trust was quickly built upon after a few missions together. he seemed to understand the enemy just as well as the captain, if not even better. soap made a joke about yuri knowing him a little too well at one point, which he brushed off with a dismissive shake of his head.
the sergeants were the first ones to warm up to him, with price and yourself on their heels. ghost, always wary of anyone new, is a little slower to trust, but after yuri took a bullet in the leg for him, ghost was quick to welcome him into your group.
your lips twitch into a tired smile when yuri glances at you from the corner of his eye, his shoulders dropping slightly upon seeing your face. his hardened expression softens for just a moment, and you mentally celebrate the small victory while nudging his foot closest to you with the side of your boot.
the ride back to base is mostly quiet, save for price updating laswell on the situation over the radio. you're all dejected over the loss, even after price reminds you to not let it get to your heads.
yuri seems especially upset over it, though. you doubt the rest of the team picks up on his mood, but it's clear as day to you.
you've spent a fair number of nights under the man, after all. you'd be ashamed if you couldn't read him by now. the subtle flexing of his fingers wrapped around his gun, the way his pupils dilate as he loses himself in his thoughts, the clench in his jaw - you recognize the signs faster than your own reflection in a mirror.
he's angry. pissed off, actually. yuri doesn't often let his emotions show, preferring to keep up a façade of cool collectedness, but it slips out on occasion.
and when it does, you catch it. you always do.
the chopper touches down on the airstrip eventually, and you relegate yourself to the back of the group as you step out onto the tarmac. price excuses himself to his office while ghost heads off to the medical bay, and the sergeants make a beeline for the showers as soon as their boots hit the ground.
you watch as yuri wordlessly sets off towards the training grounds. it's a habit he has: airing his grievances out on a target.
you, meanwhile, loosely trail behind the sergeants and hop in the shower, rinsing off the grime from the battlefield and willing the loss to wash away with it. you stop by the mess hall for a bit, running into a patched-up ghost, before heading off to your room.
the base that the task force is currently staying at is a bit odd compared to most, in that you have more privacy than normal. while most places offer you cramped barracks or small dorms, the team was given proper rooms in a separate wing. privileges, gaz joked upon your initial arrival.
you're left to your own devices until a while after the sun sets. there's a knock at the door that you almost immediately recognize. you've heard it before, always after night has fallen and the sky is blanketed in darkness.
you trudge across the room and swing the door open, revealing yuri standing on the other side. his gaze stays low, not quite looking at you, but not quite looking away, either. you instinctively move to the side, allowing him to step into the room. the door closes behind him with a soft click, leaving you staring at him as a silence hangs in the air between you.
"need something?" you ask, breaking the silence with a soft voice. his eyes finally flit up to meet yours. there's something swirling in those pale eyes of his, an internal conflict that you've never been able to understand or pull out of him.
"company," he mutters, and you know what he means from that single word.
"destroying a few more targets didn't help, huh?" you chuckle, coming to stand in front of him. you slowly slide your hands up his arms, skimming over his shoulders and cupping his jaw gently. "you look angry, yuri."
he huffs, warm air puffing against your cheek. you can smell the tobacco on his breath. he's been smoking, yet another habit that he tries to avoid showing, especially after you commented on it.
"the only thing that will help is you," he replies, hands settling on your waist. calloused fingertips carefully dig into your flesh underneath your clothes, pulling your body closer to his. "only you can make the anger go away." he adds, thumbs tracing gentle circles into your skin.
you hum, keening at the subtle praise. your palms slide down and press flat against his chest, his heartbeat thrumming strong under your fingertips. you two established a set of rules at the beginning of this arrangement, and you've both been rigid in keeping to them. no kissing, no marking, no "i love you's," no jealousy—
no feelings. this is purely for pleasure, for keeping each other sane outside the battlefield. feelings would only serve to complicate things, and you already have enough on your plates as-is. the rules of engagement were clear, though there were those rare times that the lines blurred.
such as yuri's lips dragging across your sensitive skin after his head drops to your neck. he wouldn't kiss you, he wouldn't suck or bite, but the featherlight trail that he would trace might as well be a mark of its own. you angle your head back, a low sigh falling from your lips. his heartbeat speeds up just barely under your touch, your own picking up speed to match.
you let him walk you backwards toward the bed, the backs of your knees pressing into the edge of the mattress. he lifts his head and leans in close to your ear, his next words mumbled against your skin.
"on your back."
you obey without complaint, pulling your hands away and crawling up the bed, laying on your back and propping yourself up on your elbows.
you watch as he stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes never straying from yours while he pulls off his gloves and drops them somewhere behind him. the gauntlet on his forearm goes next, and you stare with great intrigue as he easily undoes the straps holding it in place and tosses it aside, the hard material carelessly clattering against the carpet. your eyes fall from his, landing on the various tattoos that adorn his hands and forearms, the ink telling a story that you're sure would send your adrenaline rushing.
he sinks to his knees after a second, blunt nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he pulls your body across the duvet towards him. like clockwork, he slides your uniform pants and soaked underwear down your legs before grabbing your thighs and spreading them, leaving your core completely exposed under his heated gaze.
he doesn't give you a chance to blink as he dives in, hot tongue licking a stripe up your slit and sending your head flying back against the bed. you push your hips up towards his face as he laves over your folds, fucking dripping the second his eyes landed on you after showing up at your door, pulling a shameless moan from your lips.
contrary to his usual generosity, yuri entirely avoids your clit as he stuffs your cunt with his tongue, greedily lapping up your arousal before pulling back and making wide circles around the sensitive bud. he teases it with a small flick and dips his head to plunge into your sopping hole again, humming and sending vibrations coursing through you.
you whine, fisting the duvet and squeezing your eyes tightly shut. "fuck, yuri— stop teasing—"
he lifts his head from your cunt and groans, throaty and utterly debauched. "patience," he mutters, heaving one of your thighs over his shoulder and digging his fingers into your hip. "you know i'll take care of you."
you choke on a sob when he flattens his tongue against your clit, circling around it and drawing it into his mouth. he sucks on it before delving into your heat once more, his nose nudging the bundle of nerves and making your back arch off the mattress. the lewd sounds filling the room as he fucks you with his tongue light a fire under your skin, covering your body in a thin sheen of sweat as you moan and clamp your thighs around his head.
he moans into your cunt, hands gripping your thighs as his hips jolt forward, eating you out like a man starved.
"yuri— oh, fuck—" you gasp. "please, please— 'm so fucking close—" you're not sure what you're begging for, what you always end up begging for, but as the coil in your stomach tightens, you can't find it in yourself to think about it any longer.
your jaw goes slack, mouth falling open as his tongue swipes up your arousal, his nose pressing into your swollen clit and dragging a stuttering moan from your parted lips.
"oh my— fucking god... yuri—" you whimper as your cunt pulses and spasms around his tongue, gushing into his mouth with another moan of his name that bounces off the walls of the room. he groans into your wetness and eagerly laps it up, working you through your orgasm as you grind against his face, chasing the sweet pleasure.
after your legs go limp on his shoulders, yuri resurfaces from your cunt, hands massaging your thighs while your breaths come out in pants, chest heaving.
"just like that," he whispers, smearing your slick across your inner thigh as his lips drag across your skin. you look down at him, seeing his steely gaze already trained on your blissed-out expression. "you can give me another, hm?" he asks, brows briefly raising with the question.
his voice has dropped low, his russian accent thick and heavy, words slightly slurring together as he stares up at you. his pale irises are hardly visible around pupils blown wide with lust, and you swallow back a pathetic sound at the sight.
"you can give me another." yuri echoes, more as a statement of fact than a question this time. he knows he's right— you know he's right.
you suck in a breath as two fingers prod at your aching heat, sliding up and down your glistening folds and gathering a mixture of your slick and his saliva.
"fuck, just— please—"
your pleads are cut off by his fingers plunging into you, sinking right up to the knuckle and making you writhe against the bed. they're thick, stretching you open as he curls them inside you, scraping against your gummy walls and teasing that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back in your skull.
a third digit prods at your entrance after a moment, leaving you moaning and frantically searching for purchase on the bedsheets after he adds it in, pumping three fingers inside you.
"taking me so well..." he grunts, pressing his thumb to your puffy clit and circling it in tight, fast motions.
you buck your hips into his touch, legs shaking as your cunt clenches around his digits like a vice. his unoccupied hand releases your thigh and skates up your side, wrapping around your wrist and distracting you from his ministrations for a second.
he suddenly yanks you towards him, making you sit up and stoop over him. one of your hands lands on his shoulder, holding yourself upright as he continues fucking his fingers into you.
"look at yourself— look at how good you're doing for me." yuri sighs, holding your wrist tight to keep you from falling back. you whine, forcing yourself to tilt your head and stare at where his fingers disappear inside you.
the noises coming from the spot are obscene, lewd squelches accompanying every thrust in and out of your dripping core. you admire your own mess until your attention shifts to him— his fingers, his hand, working you open and sending you to cloud nine.
you've been horribly attracted to his hands ever since he first touched you with them. they're calloused, rough, experienced like you'd expect from someone in the field; but, the ink adorning his skin is what catches your eye. there's crosses on his fingers— holy symbols— and you watch as they drip with your arousal, black ink shining with the wetness coating them and dripping down his wrist.
it feels sinful, like you're fucking in the pews of a church. the rush of it makes your body grow hotter, heat flooding to your cheeks as you bite back a moan.
"take off your shirt." he says, eyes fixated on your drooling cunt.
you manage to tear your hand from his shoulder and slip your shirt over your head, your bra quickly following suit and landing in another small pile of clothes somewhere nearby. yuri's gaze flits up and lands on your breasts, a groan rumbling deep in his chest.
he mumbles something in russian before leaning in, drawing his tongue across one of your nipples and taking it into his mouth. you moan as he greedily sucks on it, your hand cradling the back of his head and holding him close.
it's risky— you two are toeing the line, pushing the rules you established at the start of this relationship.
he moves to your other nipple a moment later and lavishes it with the same treatment, reducing you to a needy, whiny mess. by the time he pulls back from your breasts with a wet pop, there's dark hickeys left in his place.
that's a rule broken.
his head dips back down and his mouth replaces his thumb, hot tongue swirling around your clit as you're suddenly brought back to the present with a loud moan. his hand squeezes around your wrist, reminding you that he only let go long enough for you to strip off the remainder of your clothes. you twist your arm, forcing him to loosen his grip—
he places a few more licks to your clit before wrapping his lips around it, and you moan as the vibrations bring you closer to your second orgasm of the night. you escape his hold only to search for his hand, blindly reaching for it as the pleasure forces you to screw your eyes shut. you fumble after finally finding it, but yuri's quick to help, interlocking your fingers and allowing you to squeeze his hand in a near-death grip.
fuck, this is getting too intimate. he's already broken one rule, and you're just about ready to break the rest. he mirrors your action, holding your hand as you teeter over the edge, your orgasm rapidly approaching.
"so close— 'm so close, yuri. fuck, please—!" you moan, trembling like a leaf in the wind as your orgasm slams into you.
he pumps faster still, letting you ride out the waves of pure bliss until you're whimpering and attempting to move your hips away. yuri lifts his head and hunts for your gaze, locking eyes with you as you hazily look down at him. he pulls his fingers from your folds and hums, satisfied, before pressing them to your lips and cocking his head to the side.
you know what he wants. you take his fingers into your mouth and lave your tongue over them, tasting yourself as you clean your release off of them. he watches you, shifting as his other hand releases yours and reaches for his belt.
"tastes fucking heavenly." he utters softly, sending a shiver down your spine.
he pulls his fingers out and chuckles at your pout, before nodding at the pillows behind you. "get comfortable. we're not done yet."
he sits up on his knees and starts to unbuckle his belt as your tongue darts out to wet your lips. instead of climbing up the bed, however, you reach out and start pawing at his shirt, tugging at it with a small noise of complaint.
yuri lets you undress him, a quiet sigh escaping him as your nails gently scrape down his chest and stomach, trailing over rigid muscle and old scars that he hesitated to tell the stories behind and often disregarded whenever you'd ask about them. you toy with the waistband of his cargos, earning an amused huff and yuri pulling your hands back.
"lay back," he commands in a warm tone, lips twitching into a small smile. "let me take care of you."
your gaze narrows at him, but you comply nonetheless. "thought you came to me for stress relief, not spoiling me."
you hear fabric hitting the floor before he's moving on top of you, caging you in with his hands on either side of your body. "spoiling you helps relieve my stress." he replies, giving you a look as if what he said was an obvious fact.
"lucky me, then." you laugh before cutting yourself off with a sharp inhale as the head of his cock prods at your entrance, dragging through your folds and coating itself in your arousal. his cock sits heavy against your core, a firm weight grounding you in the moment.
yuri grips the base of his shaft in one hand as the other rests next to your head, a tight fist in the sheets. you raise your hips slightly and let out a whine, lifting your arms to grasp at his shoulders as his cock slowly pushes in. a deep groan escapes him as he sinks deeper and deeper inside, your gummy walls fluttering and pulsing around him.
"fuck," he rasps, bottoming out with one final push. "missed this— it's been too long. needed you under me days ago."
you breathe out a moan, tossing your head back against the pillows when he dips down to your neck, panting against your feverish skin. he pulls out, dragging back until the tip just barely slips past your entrance, before snapping his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt.
you're already fighting back a sob as he sets a brutal pace, bullying his cock into your aching cunt, your hands clinging to him anywhere you can find purchase. his shoulders, back, arms— your nails dig into his skin, leaving angry crescent-shaped marks wherever they land. the bedframe creaks under your shared weights, headboard knocking against the wall with each pointed thrust.
after seconds of searching, your hands end up sliding up to his jaw, and you nudge him until he moves from your neck, his face hovering just above yours. your fingertips trace over his jawline tenderly as his forehead comes to rest against yours, your breaths co-mingling. it's too much. you manage to catch his gaze, eyes locking while the tips of your noses brush together. it's not enough.
"what are you doing?" yuri whispers, voice hoarse. he doesn't make any move to pull away; he seems to soften under your touch, if anything.
fuck it.
you surge forward, closing the small gap between you. his movements almost immediately stall once your lips connect and, for a split second, complete terror floods through your veins as the severity of the act hits you.
his hand flies to your face, cupping your cheek and holding you in place as he deepens the kiss with a quiet moan. you squirm under him, your hips pinned to the mattress and flush with his, impatiently seeking out more.
more stimulation, more pleasure, more him.
"we shouldn't be doing this," he mutters against your lips after prying himself away. "the— the agreement—" he adds, though the words die on his tongue as he kisses you again, hungry, like he's been starving up until this point. you try your best to keep up, even as the sheer possessiveness of the kiss easily steals all the air from your lungs.
you break from the kiss only when you're forced to, taking staggering breaths while his hand leaves your face and trails down your side slowly, landing on your thigh once more. he kneads the flesh before pulling your leg to wrap around his waist, allowing his cock to push in that much deeper.
"you deserve better than this." yuri says, pressing his forehead to yours.
with an airy chuckle, you shake your head. "i want you—"
yuri lets out a sound akin to a whimper and a moan, his iron grip on you only tightening when you roll your hips into his. "i'm not— hah, fuck— you feel like heaven… i'm not worth it. i don't deserve it."
you shush him softly, thumbs stroking along his cheeks as you press your lips to his. "let me give you a little peace." you murmur, letting out another heady moan after he starts rocking into you again, his cockhead brushing against that spongy spot inside you that has your back arching off the mattress.
"i only know peace with you in my arms." he replies with a choked sigh. the pressure in the pit of your stomach rapidly builds - between his words and his cock practically rearranging your guts to fit itself deeper inside, you're rendered little more than a breathless, desperate mess pinned underneath him.
it doesn't take much longer for you to reach your peak, barely having the chance to give proper warning before it's washing over you.
"fuck, m'gonna cum—!" you cry, fat tears gathering at your waterline and threatening to spill over.
yuri groans, gravelly, drowning in his own pleasure. "that's it, just come undone for me... show me how good you feel— how good i make you feel." his voice drops, a near-growl lacing his words by the end of the command.
"please, любимая— i need it, i need to feel you..." he says against your lips. "you can do it, i know you can, just one more for me."
that's all it takes to send your next orgasm crashing over you, your legs shaking and mouth falling open in a broken moan of his name. he keeps fucking you through it, hands grasping and kneading at your soft skin hard enough to bruise in the morning, pressing his body flush to yours as he chases his own release.
"good, good... i knew you could do it, my good girl," yuri utters, thrusting sloppily into your heat. "almost there— going to fill you up, nice and full— you've been so good, done so well for me. so proud of you."
he finishes with a guttural moan, pressing impossibly closer to you as warmth floods your insides, some of his cum spilling out of your overworked cunt as he gives a couple more thrusts before stilling, both of you breathing heavily. you stay there for a few seconds, yuri's hands running over your flushed skin as yours run along his shoulders and back, silently basking in the moment.
"i don't deserve you," he says, voice quiet as he kisses a small trail to your ear.
you trace abstract shapes into his skin, smiling to yourself at the way he leans into your touch. "we wouldn't be in this position if you didn't," you angle your head and pepper the side of his jaw with chaste kisses. "we are really bad at following our own rules, though." you add with a chuckle.
he hums, agreeing, and pulls back enough to look down at you. a beat passes before your spent pussy throbs, feeling his half-softened cock start to harden again.
"just one more?" he asks, watching intently as your eyelids droop at the sensation.
"no, yuri— i can't—"
"you can, you've done it before." he reassures you, capturing your lips in a brief, but sweet kiss. "just one more, okay? i promise, just one."
he sits up and drags you along with him, sliding out of your cum-soaked cunt and turning your tired body over as you whine and grumble about it. your front is laid flat against the pillows and your hips propped up, his hands massaging them while he shushes you gently.
yuri presses into you again, his cock sliding past your folds with little resistance and nestling deep inside you with a single push. you whimper from the overstimulation, clit throbbing and legs shaking as you try to hold yourself up.
all it takes to make you moan and bury your face in the pillow is a sharp thrust, his pelvis slamming against the backs of your thighs as he starts a pace you weren't at all expecting. how does he still have so much fucking energy?
"see? i told you— my good girl, my perfect girl, you can give me another one." he muses, rutting into you and savoring each lewd sound that leaves your mouth and soaking wet cunt.
"i can't— 's too much, yuri—" you sob, tears finally spilling over and streaking down your cheeks as he tugs you closer, your tired body sliding up the mattress every time he slams back into you. "please, 'm gonna fall— too weak, too much—" you babble between sniffles and ragged gasps, fisting the bedsheets.
one of his arms circles around your middle and pulls you back, forcing you to sit up on your knees as he holds you to his chest. your head falls forward almost immediately, struggling to keep upright, and his free hand wraps around your throat, carefully but firmly moving your head to rest against his shoulder. he's not choking you, he's not even applying enough pressure to affect your airflow, but it made your breath hitch nonetheless.
"you can take it. just one more, just cum for me one more time," yuri says, dipping his head to press wet, sloppy kisses to your shoulder and neck. "my perfect girl, my sweet fucking girl— want to fill you up, милая. make you drip with me." you wince when his teeth sink in to your skin, leaving painful marks that he soothes with a lick and another kiss, before sucking dark hickeys wherever his mouth can reach.
you frantically grab onto his arms for stability, laying your head back on his shoulder as his hand leaves your neck and travels down your front. it lightly skims over your bruised nipples and makes you shiver, before sliding down your stomach and reaching your clit. he settles two fingers on it, grunting against your pulse as your abused walls clamp down around his length like a vice.
you're dizzy, head spinning as you feel your climax approaching, the pleasure coiling deep in your stomach and causing you to cling to him that much harder.
"yuri... i'm gonna— fuck, please, i wanna cum—"
"i know, i know—" yuri buries his face in the crook of your neck, biting down to muffle the animalistic sounds pouring from his lips. "cum for me, just one more. you can rest after, i'll take care of you, just give me one more—"
you break with a sob, his name falling from your lips like some kind of mantra as your cunt gushes and spasms around his cock.
your body might as well be boneless with how much you're trembling, held up entirely by yuri's arms around you and his own body supporting you. true to his word, he lays you down again, your upper half limply resting on the bed as he grinds into you, barely pulling out before slamming back in.
his pace is frantic, uneven, as he literally fucks you into the mattress, and you don't even have the energy to help him get off like you want to. all you can do is moan and look at him with half-lidded, glassy eyes from over your shoulder, watching as he nears his own peak.
"please, want it inside... please, yuri—" the words slip out, almost inaudible over the sounds of your shared panting, the bed creaking, and the arrhythmic knocking of the headboard against the wall. you'd pity whoever has the room adjacent, if you could even remember any names other than yuri's.
your begging seems to be what finally sends him over the edge, his cum spilling into you again as he lets out a broken moan and a string of curses in russian, your slick walls fluttering around him and trying to milk his cock for everything it has.
he nearly collapses on top of you after a few more thrusts, his body falling in line with yours as he lets some of his weight rest on you. you're both spent, taking in greedy gasps of air as you gradually come down from your highs.
yuri's the first to move, pulling his cock out of you and shifting to hover just above your body, his upper half still comfortably pressing into yours. a gentle hand runs along your side as he peppers your shoulders and the back of your neck with tender kisses, his warm breath fanning over you.
"we, um..." you clear your throat upon hearing the hoarse tone. "we're screwed, aren't we?"
he chuckles, leaning in to kiss the spot below your ear. "yes, we are."
"i think i prefer it this way."
"so do i."
translations:
любимая (liubimaya) - my love/beloved
милая (milaya) - dear/darling
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This is basically me copy pasting my text so here we go
Hi! Sorry I'm kinda new to the whole request thing and didn't know where I should ask this.
Feel free to ignore it if you don't take requests or if you're uncomfortable
Basically all I'm saying is that I'm tired of y/n being "so small and petite" compared to König. Like, sure, he's tall and built like a mountain, but I'm a plus size girl who, honestly isn't very tall but, can eat a goddamn horse. Think I can't compete with him?
So I wanted to request something where he actually acknowledges my weight and body and says he likes it, instead of brushing it off like it's nothing.
Love your writing, btw✨ again, feel free to ignore this.
P.s. sorry if some sentences don't make sense. English is not my primary language
König With A Plus Size S/O
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COD SFW Head-Canons
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König x GN!Reader
Civilian|Y/N
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Warnings: None. Just purely wholesome.
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He treasures you- do you know that? Fuckin' adores you. You're just so soft it's hard for him to keep his hands off you. Not in a sexual way either- he just appreciates you so deeply.
Every curve is beautiful and he likes that you can keep up with him and his massive appetite. Expect big dinners and he always absolutely beams if you love what he cooked.
Wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, mumbling soft praises in German. Leans down to rest his forehead against the top of your head.
Sit on his lap. No- don't argue. Sit on his lap and let him hold you. You are not too heavy for this big strong man and never will be. He loves the feeling of your weight on him because it reminds him you're there- that you're his.
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{I did this as Head-Canons instead cause I was drawing a massive blank. I hope this is okay. 💜}
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Activision doesn't understand, how Russian language works
Spoilers to CoD MW3 below the cut.
@sofasoap @siilvan @cumikering @stag-beetle-wastaken @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot be my guests.
First and most important: this rant is not aimed to 'make Russian culture great again'. I am not offended as a representative of some cultural or linguistic group. But as a member of gaming community, I feel, as if Activision... kinda didn't give a flying f about the gaming experience, that they are trying to sell me for 60 Euros. And I can't say, I like this feeling.
Second: I will be criticizing some approaches to language, that I will never criticize in fanfiction. Because you guys are doing it for free, for the sake of having fun. So I will be ok with you just straight using Google translate to write e.g. Nikolais lines in Russian. Because you never ask me to pay 60 Euros for the right to read your works. With that being mentioned, lets roll!
Activision doesn't pay attention to their own script, when it comes to Russian lines
Ok, this is a major issue. Because Activision sometimes gives completely different information in character line and in the subtitles. And it is not some minor information, we are talking about major plot details!
Let's just watch 20 seconds of a playthrough (time code 8:44)
Pay attention closely to how Makarov starts his monologue after Nolan says "Its an honor, commander". Makarovs subtitles say 'four years', when Makarov says something like 'shest let'. "four" in Russian is "chetyre", "six" is "shest`". These words sound nothing alike! And to check this, you literally need 5 seconds on google translate! Here, Activision, I did your work for you and I don't even ask for 60 freaking Euros! You learn these numbers on your second-third lesson of Russian 101!
There are ways to fix this scene. There are even ways to do it without reshooting Julian (because ok, I get it, maybe he costs so much, that all our 60 Euros purchases would never help Activision to economically recover...). All you need is to ask him to record TWO WORDS!
Activision doesn't care for wording even in the simplest proverbs
You remember a saying "enemy of my enemy is my friend"? I mean, of course you do, even John Price remembers it! And you know, who forgot this saying? Activision did! Because honest to god, I was very happy with our new Yuri, until he produced this ominous linguistic construction... (time code 56:10)
And if you think, it sounds just a tad off in English... Well, in Russian this sounds, as if a Colonel, a man, who spent tenths of years constantly communicating with soldiers, superiors, officials, started learning Russian... a month ago.
This is an international proverb, it exists in many languages! Now this is a safe case to use an automatic translator! It gives you a very simple answer.
But for some mysterious reason, Activision writes their strange line, translate to russian and find a poor-working synonym so that Yuri doesn't say 'opponent' twice... And in the end it kinda still makes sense, but this whole phrase sounds so off!! You never choose this sick long, overloaded wording for a proverb, that you literally learn at school. They just make it look like zarin is already there and it affects Yuri heavily.
This is just one example, but in reality, almost every Makarovs monologue sounds very strangely formulated. I just got you one example, but believe me, this is a systematic issue here. And the strangest thing is that all their errors are so easy to fix, but they never bothered!
Activision doesn't care for how Russian sounds
Ok, this is not a rant against Julian Kostov. The guy does his wor absolutely gorgeous! He steals every scene, where he appears, and I have nothing, but respect for him. However... Russian is a complicated language. For real. It is full of long words, with many unfamiliar for European ear sounds. It is not only difficult to understand it - it is complicated even to imitate it.
Now apparently Julian knows Russian to some extent just because of his origin and age. But that doesn't save him from swallowing some letters, syllables, sometimes even big parts of words. And when it happens in almost every line of his character - it becomes an issue. An issue, when even Russian-speaker has to read subtitles to understand, what is going on in a scene with two Russian characters!
This whole scene is a nightmare (time code 1:42:54). Replaced letters, disappearance of parts of words, strange accents - they collected a bingo on this one.
And I dont blame actors here! Because on every shooting there is a director - a guy, who is responsible for how overall scene will look and sound in the end. There is always a possibility to find someone, who actually speaks the language and make them sit and listen! And if there are many issues with pronunciation revealed - you just come to your actors and say 'guys, you did amazing jobs, we are so happy to work with you. Now can we please do another shot and pay attention to these lines of yours?'.
And believe me, it is ok to have multiple shots for ingame cutscenes! Actors are ok with that! I don't ask for a perfect pronunciation, I just ask Activision to make sure, their characters don't sound as if they are speaking gibberish!
The most strange part here is that there are super-clean lines in game as well! Milena spoke with accent too, but she sounded clear! Some NPCs sounded perfect!
So Im sorry, but at the end of the day - this your most accurate Russian character by Activision. Because he chose to speak English.
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At the barbers
Pairing: John Price x F!Medic! Reader (call sign : Chameleon)
Summary: Part of @glitterypirateduck's John Price "O, Captain! Challenge"
prompt used : 92: Giving Price a haircut and/or shave
Warning: T-M rating.
A/N: as mention previously in my Little secret series, Reader is from immigrant/non-Caucasian background. I know nothing about military.
Thank you @mini-metal for giving me few suggestions and few ideas! *hugs*
Part of the Memory in a Fragrance series
Part of Little secret series
Master list
“Love.”
“Hmmm?”
“Would you mind giving me a hand here please?” John struggled as he tried to lift his injured arm to trim his beard.
You sighed. “I am only good with surgical knives and scissors.” You took the trimmer off his hand and gently pushed his arm down. “Why not go to a barber?”
“.... I am not quite comfortable with someone holding a blade to my neck.”
“And you are comfortable with ME doing it?” you cocked an eyebrow.
He hummed. “That’s because you are my wife. I trust you with all my life.” he pressed a kiss into your forehead. Wrapping his good arm around you as you sink into his embrace.
“Well I am flattered by the great Captain Price trusting me with a knife to his throat.” you giggled, “But I really wouldn’t trust myself to trim my own dead ends off, let alone take a risk of destroying your luscious mutton chop.” You could almost feel him rolling his eyes as he mumbled something incoherent.
“How about one of the boys helping you?”
“I don’t trust them either.” he rumbled. “I trust them with my life.. But I wouldn’t trust them NOT destroying my beard. I already heard them plotting to shave my beard off in my sleep a few times.”
You couldn't help but laugh. “ Well… We gotta think of something. Can’t let you leave your hair and beard go until your arms heal….”
The strong leathery, lavender and cedarwood, faint hint of cigar smell hits you as soon as the two of you walk into the shop. The old radio playing some jazz music in the background, the old barber sitting on the wooden stool, reading the newspaper. It brings you distant memories. One of those rare happier moments when you were younger….
John finally agreed after a bit of coaxing from you to get his hair and beard done by the professional instead of you trying your luck.
“I will go with you, how about that? And maybe I can learn a few tricks and tips from the professional?” you suggested.
The barber waved to your husband to sit down on the chair after you explained to him what needs to be done. He was more than happy to teach you how to help John to maintain his pride and joy.
Price couldn’t hold back his smile as he saw how focused and concentrated you are, pouting and wrinkling your nose as you listened to the barber explaining each step and how to use the tools. It helps to distract him from some strangers working so closely to him with sharp apparatus. The barber even handed over the scissors a few times for you to try out.
“Stop moving, you are laughing too much.” you mumbled as you tried to trim the extra long strains around the edge of his jaw. “I don’t think you want me to accidentally take a chunk out of your beard, and have the boys laugh at you at work.”
“I could always shave all my beard off.”
“Oh so you changed your mind? You're definitely going to give them a heart attack and give me a heart break if you do that. So… Never.” you laughed as you handed the scissors back to the barber.
“You get to see Lieutenant John Price?”
“As much as you were a handsome young man back then,I would rather keep that memory in the photos.” You pointed out as you sat back down, letting the professional get back to work.
You observe your husband’s side profile with a faint smile on your face as the barber finishes off the rest of the trimming and hair cut. Even after years of marriage, you still have a hard time believing, this handsome man is your husband.
The moment you set your eyes on him, you didn’t think you had much of a chance. The ranks, the personality, the background…. Everything.
But he chose you.
“I choose you? I should be thankful you chose me, my love.” he whispered into your ear one night after you confessed your insecurity. Nuzzling his face into your neck. “For bearing my temper…my imperfections.”
“What do you think?” he looked at your eyes through the mirror as the barber dust the rest of the beard and hair off his shoulder, seeking for approval.
Moving yourself to stand in front of him, you gently lay your hand on his face, tilting it to the left, and to the right, and finally, giving him a kiss on the lip, enjoying the smell of the aftershave.
“Handsome. And the best mutton chop I have ever seen.”
“You sound like you have seen quite a few in your life.” he chuckled as thank and paid the barber for his service.
“Maybe, maybe not.” you teased him as you wrap your arm around him. “But it’s definitely the mutton chop that always gives me a good time.” you could see his cheek redden under the beard. “Now, it’s not so scary is it? Having someone else to trim your beard for you.”
“If you come with me again next time.” he squeezed your hand fondly.
“Gladly.”
“Oh what, you mean we missed out a chance of trying to shave his beard off?”
“And You will get your mohawk shaved off too if you do that, MacTavish.”
Thank you @glitterypirateduck for hosting another wonderful event!!!! *hug*
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Drunk Text
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader
18+ MDNI: Sexual themes.
Synopsis: You send Johnny a drunk text. It ends with a cop at your front door. (I'm teasing you all before the smut hits the literal fan). Unedited because I'm having way too much fun.
"You up?"
You press 'send'. Thumbs leisurely fumbling over the screen as your vision blurs and mind spins in a concoction of intoxicants.
You were sluggishly writing another message when he responds.
"Aye.
"Where are you?"
You question his inquiry for a moment. Eyes glazed and glancing up at the time on the screen.
2:36am.
Dammit.
"O'Reilly's."
He doesn't respond right away. But you can hear his deep brogue in your mind. Most definitely a stunned yet slightly intrigued 'Steamin' Jesus' escaping his lips.
"Need a ride?"
He's such a gentleman. Always has been. Yet with the sweet ethanol coursing through your veins and clouding your judgement, you couldn't help but give into your fiery and animalistic needs.
"You gonna be my saddle?
Again. No response.
After a few drowned out and muffled moments, his caller ID image popped up on the screen. Your lips curled into a devilish smile, swiping without hesitation to answer the call.
"Hi, Johnny.." You answer. Words slightly slurred. Languidly meandering together and your voice husky with an aire of whiskey fueled confidence.
"Yer a dirty little minx, y'know that?"
"What? You offered me a ride."
"Aye. I did."
There was a slight pause in your thoughts. Overtaken by the cacophony of sounds around you as your mind spiraled into a realm of provocative images.
"Well? Can I get a ride?"
He responded immediately with a rumbling growl. Even with the music blaring and sea of voices behind you, your ears easily picked up the subtle arousal bubbling within his throaty timbre.
"Be there in ten minutes."
You chase your victory with another shot. Hanging up with a triumphant slam of the glass on the bar as you close out your tab and walk out to wait for your drunken trophy at the front of the bar.
Two hours later, you were standing in the doorway of your apartment. Repeatedly apologizing to the officer in the hall and reassuring him there was most certainly not an altercation going on.
"I am so sorry, officer. Believe me, there's nothing going on."
You wrap the knitted blanket tightly around your chest and underneath your arms. Shielding your apparent nudity while the officer looks at you with a slightly gregarious grin.
"Just keep it down, ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
You both turn and part ways. He disappearing down the hall as you close the door and immediately march back into your bedroom.
And you can't help the sly grin curling into your lips as your eyes take in his overly confident expression. His hands resting behind his head, his muscular torso expanding as he takes in the sight of you.
"Oh, you're gonna pay for that, Johnny." You tease. The blanket around you effortlessly falling to the floor as your eyes lock into his dark and hungry gaze.
"Mmm. I'm countin' on it, bonnie."
If there was one thing that rang true that night, it was that your neighbors wouldn't get a moments rest. Because you were too busy riding a Scotsman like a whiskey possessed cowgirl.
The rodeo had definitely come into town.
(Omg, this last line is so stupid. But I had to.)
Part 2?
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Soap x reader, No.20 ( scar) , Reboot Soap but I just love that eye scar on OG Soap.
I know you find it hard to write soap. Little challenge for ya little teddy bear :)
Thank you!! 😘😘😘
It’s the fact that I was going to do this in the Neighbor!soap story 🤭
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You knocked softly on Soap’s door into his room on the base. You waited for a while, hoping that maybe you would be able to hear him from the other side of the door, but there was nothing.
Soap hasn’t been out of his room since he had gotten back from the mission two days ago. He had disappeared since he had to go to the infirmary for an injury, one that wasn’t life threatening according to Ghost.
You knew he was upset. Any time he would be upset, he usually hid it, but this time he had decided to hide all of himself.
“Soap.” You called out and rested your hand on the doorknob. “Can I come in?”
There was not a sound from the other side and you wondered if maybe he was asleep. You thought for a moment to just leave him be but you at least wanted to check on him.
You tried the door and was surprised when it was unlocked.
You step into his room, noticing that all of the lights were off except for one by his bed. You found him immediately, laying on his bed with his arm covering his face as if he were asleep. You were about to leave when he spoke.
“What do ya need, bon?” Soap spoke with a soft voice, a lot calmer than what he normally did.
“I wanted to check on you.” You shut the door and made your way over to him. “You haven’t been out of your room and I was worried you haven’t eaten.”
“I’ve eaten.”
You wanted to argue but you didn’t, especially when he sat up and you got a full look of his face which made your eyes soften.
Across his left eye was a faint scar that split his eyebrow down to the top of his cheek. His face was swollen red on that side and you know Soap was never one to really care about his appearance but this had to be different.
Soap averted his eyes from you as you sat down on the bed beside him. He rested his hands in his lap, rubbing them together and lacing his fingers around each other.
You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t sure if you could say anything that would help so instead you reached up and began to run your fingers through his Mohawk.
He sighed deeply and leaned against your touch, resting one of his hands on your thigh and kneading his fingertips into your skin. He didn’t say anything and instead let you turn his face so he was facing you.
Soap’s good eye was full of tears as he tried to look at you, unable to keep the shaky breath that escaped his mouth as you caressed his cheek.
You leaned close and very softly placed a kiss on his swollen scar, careful to not hurt him since you knew it was still sore.
He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap as a few tears fell from his eye as you continued to place more kisses against his scar.
“I think it’s pretty badass.” You whispered and he scoffed.
“Yeah, I think so too.” He rubbed his thumb into your lower back. “Made a mistake to get it though.”
“You’re alive, I think that’s all that matters.”
Soap hummed and tightened his hold around you. He rested his chin on your shoulder and rocked you back and forth. He pressed a kiss to your temple with a small smile, as a weight was lifted off his shoulders
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141+Vaqueros+Nikolai (+OC) headcanons: Being sick
Disclaimer: these are here because of the (awesome) influence of @nrdmssgs @sofasoap and @eenochian who feed my stupidity. Also, these are my personal headcanons that I use in my little world, any coincidence or discrepance with other headcanons is not intended
Price:
He treats being sick as another nuisance, a problem to be solved/suffered until it ends
He would be caught dead before complaining or asking for anything (unless he's like, REALLY sick, he's not stupid or reckless)
Will loudly sniffle around you in the hopes you'll catch on and start coddling him, which he absolutely will tolerate for your sake (/s)
Gaz:
In my headcanon he's an older brother, which means it's most likely that at the same time he was sick, any of his younger siblings was sick as well (most likely the one that made him sick)
So he's used to fend for himself for the most part
If you coddle him though, he's all for it and quite happy to be pampered
Soap:
He's dying
So dying that he's lying on the sofa and writing his will because bonnie, he's dying and wants you to have his things
The only thing that would make his passing better is if you cuddle and pamper him, because nobody in the history of any human civilization has suffered as he's suffering right now
Ghost:
If he can fake it, he will and nobody would know he is sick
If he can't fake it, he'll hide to suffer/die in solitude
He is afraid of feeling/being considered weak or unmanly because of his father's doing, so asking for/accepting help is off the charts
If he is seriously ill though, he'll only confide in Price
If you find out though, he might grumble and insist he's alright and doesn't need help, but secretely will love every bit of pampering and coddling.
Nikolai:
Has no shame. Will exaggerate his symptoms just to get more cuddles from you
Straight up lying on your lap and whine: 'Любовь моя, i don't feel well'
Will accept you fussing over him with great dignity, coughing and loudly sneezing on command if needed
If he's truly sick though, he won't want you anywhere near him in fear of making you sick (of course you won't listen and will pamper him anyway, he'd do the same for you)
Rudy:
Much like Price or Gaz, he powers through it
World won't stop because he's sick, so lying like a wet towel isn't going to fix anything
If you happen to be down for some cuddling or coddling him though... who is he to deny your wish?
Alejandro:
He would pretend to be suffering in silence, but somehow makes it known to you that he is sick
Gravitating around you while coughing from time to time in the hopes you will catch on: 'Ale, amor, are you alright?' 'I'll live, hermosa, *cough* don't you worry for me'
When you insist on taking care of him he will protest for about a whole two minutes before giving in happily
You can stop reading here lol
Riot:
Worst patient in history
She powers through it anyway without saying anything, no matter the seriousness of it. High pain tolerance, low bullshit tolerance.
If she's sick, she wants to die in silence in a corner, unbothered, thank you very much
Will hiss or grumble if bothered
Will only go to the doctor if Soap (or his mother) forces her
Will only go to the hospital if dragged there unconscious
Hates to be fussed over (big fat lie, she's just awkward about it, but there's nothing better when she has period cramps than being in Simon's arms all snuggled up in one of his hoodies and his big warm hand on her lower belly)
On the other hand she gets out of her way to take care of everyone else if sick: cooking, baking, listening, telling them off if needed
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2023 & Me
Been thinking a lot these past few days about everything that's happened with me in 2023. Hard to believe it's coming to end--time seriously does fly 😮
There's been some heavy losses this year. Several family members passed away to illnesses and old age, including my grandfather who I had a strained relationship with to say the least. I also had a shocking family drama bomb dropped on me earlier this month that has had a huge ripple effect I'm still navigating, but fingers crossed things will find a way of working out for the best.
I had some severe mental health depression episodes throughout the year, made me reevaluate priorities and also doubt pretty much every choice I've ever made in life, but I do truly believe I'm entering 2024 in a positive mindset so that's something to be happy about :) I'mma try this crazy concept called self-love and not think the worst about me, myself, and I.
My writing took a hit this year. Word count wise, kudos wise, engagement wise--but I also made progress on several wips and even finished a few which is a big accomplishment for a snail writer like me 😊 I want to enter 2024 not feeling guilty for being self-indulgent or trying new kinds of writing styles. I also want to shake off the belief a low note count equals it was a bad fic/waste of time -- I don't believe that for anyone else, yet my brain always uses it as a weapon of insecurity against myself and enough is enough brain 😠 no more I say!
On a more positive note, I was fortunate enough to attend several conventions this year and improve my cosplay skills (2024 Ahsoka is gonna be my best look yet I just know it 😁). I got to meet total sweethearts Jon Bernthal and Charlie Cox, Steve Burns my childhood hero, the dear Jodi Benson, the gorgeous Rosario Dawson and beautiful Ming-Na Wen, and of course I can't ever forget Andrew Garfield 😱💗 And most importantly of all I did each these cons with my sister and made some lifelong memories! (Also bought a heckin lot of stickers. A heckin lot 🥰)
And then of course the crown jewel of 2023 1000% hands down was attending the United States Formula 1 Grand Prix. Good lord y'all it was one of the best weekends of my entire life! If you had asked me a couple years ago if I'd care about a sport--any sport--I'd have laughed in your face but there's just something so addictive and captivating about the world of F1 and its cast of characters. And having the luck of getting Alex Albon and Daniel Ricciardo's autographs on my dumb lil frog bucket hat was just *muffled screaming* I literally was a shaking mess lemme tell ya--just ask @beecastle and @undercoverpena who were there with me on my phone every step of the way 💜 thanks for putting up with my addiction y'all! Much much love to you both!!
AND THE FRIGGIN FACT SOMEONE GOT A PHOTO OF ME AND DANNY TOGETHER 🥺😭😭 NEVER BE OVER IT NOPE
There are so many people on here that made 2023 a bright and kind and fun one for me---@oonajaeadira @something-tofightfor @wheresarizona @trinkets01 @kyberblade @sofasoap @grogusmum @writeforfandoms @psychedelic-ink @kteague @prolix-yuy @wildemaven @the-blind-assassin-12 @practicalghost @gnpwdrnwhiskey @bishtrouille @nothoughtsjustmeds @kirsteng42 @miraclesabound @radiowallet @harriedandharassed @hopeamarsu and dozens dozens dozens more!
Thank you to everyone who's liked, reblogged, commented on my blog + sent me messages! I appreciate and love you all so much more than words can ever express 💜💗💙🧡
2024---let's bring it on! 🥳
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"A Briars Kiss"
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MDNI
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Valeria Garza x F!Reader
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Warnings: Angst, Smut, No Happy Ending, Mention Of Death, Violence
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She handles you like a delicate flower, her kisses sweet and her hands feel like home. A gentleness as she tries to shield you from her thorns, briars wrap her heart and bramble covers her body- threatening to make anything she touches too much bleed.
The woman you love is known for being ruthless and a wake of bodies is left where she has stepped, she built herself and you a home on corpses yet she tries to keep that side away. How could she ever drag you into that world?
Yet it creeps into your life like a horrible infection.
Her kiss leaves a bloodied aftertaste and a bitter feeling, yet even when wounded by the tragedy she causes- you love her.
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"Querida"
Her voice practically purrs as she pushes your body back onto the bed, you feel the delicate silk of your expensive dress slip away from your skin. Her fingers knead against your bare flesh, dark brown eyes looking at you as if you were something to worship.
"So beautiful... I love seeing you like this. All for me."
Possessive of her precious flower her hand slips between your legs, she drinks in your moans like a melody. It feels filthy yet holy at the same time- she is fully dressed yet you are splayed out before her in the nude.
Your cheeks burn and you shift your gaze away which causes her to immediately halt what she's doing.
"No, no... Keep your pretty eyes on me, mi cariño"
Eyes settling back on her beautiful face she smiles back at you, rubbing slow circles on your clit and slipping her fingers into you.
All of this makes her feel whole- to know she can make you come undone with her hand in such a way. She could do this over and over and never get sick of it.
A kiss is laid upon your lips as you soak in the warm feeling, intimate and loving in every single way her touch intending to light your heart ablaze.
Yet you feel it- the thorns.
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These men truly are no better than her. Their words falling on deaf ears as you feel a significant pounding in your head, you let the memories of Valeria ground you.
This is the life you chose- to allow yourself to fall for such a woman and you would carry that to your grave. You refuse to hand over what they ask of you, your heart still burning in the flames she left.
You love her.
Even in the end of it all as she is your undoing, even if the blood you leak is caused by her decisions. It is all just as much your burden as it is hers.
You knew who you chose and the risks that follow, you knew one day the briars she shielded you from would prick you.
Yet you kissed her anyway and let the sweetness over shadow the taste of blood lingering on her lips.
A Briars Kiss. A touch you would not forget as the world fades.
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{I feel like this sucks??? Idk. I really tried I swear- also if I used any Spanish incorrectly let me know so I can fix it. I only speak English so yeah- writing and including bits of other languages is not my specialty lmao.}
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