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sofasoap · 5 months
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Lastochka - in the hanger
Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)
Summary: You miss the intimate sessions with your husband after all the hectic missions and life. you decided to seek him out in the hanger.
WARNING: Explicit. Smut. Sub/Dom relationship. Safe words used. safe sex. Talk of consent.
per usual, half sleep brain when read through, might have lot of mistakes.
A/N : got so inspired by Nikolai's appearance in the MW 3 game, my smut brain just switched on. ( don't worry. No mention of spoiler. and its deviating from canon anyway. STUFF YOU CANON. )
Thanks to my moots keep feeding me with smutty ideas to add into the fics. you know who you are.
Lastochka series
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“Hello Commander.” 
Nikolai’s hand stopped in the track. Putting his tools down,he turned around and looked down from the top of the helicopter. 
The overly exaggerated smile, the way you carry yourself, hands behind your back, swing your body left to right, battering your eyes. 
He cocked up an eyebrow.  You are plotting something. He knows his wife well. 
And you are calling him COMMANDER. You definitely want something from him.
Perhaps something he might like too.
“Something I can help you with, my dear Lastochka?” He asked you in a lighthearted tone as he walked down from the steps, wiping his hand on the rug. Throwing the spanner down into the toolbox and swagger towards you.  You flash him another bright smile as you walk up towards him to meet him near the workbench. 
“I am just here to remind my dear husband to take a break.” you brought out a flask and a container from behind your back. “You've been on this since early morning. I just thought you might want something to snack on.”
“And stealing my jacket at the same time??” he asked as he nodded at you, licking his lips.He would be lying if it didn't make him a bit possessive and his cock twitch seeing you draped in his oversize jacket. He loves seeing you wearing his clothing, both in public and private. Subtly showing everyone that you belong to him. 
You pouted. “I didn’t steal it.. I’m just borrowing it. Do you want it back? It’s getting a bit hot in this anyway.” Putting down the containers and flask onto the workbench, you start to unzip the jacket, ready to take it off. He immediately grabbed your hand to stop you. 
Oh, his bold little bird. 
“What’s the matter?” your eyes widen with a fake surprise tone of voice. Tilting your head slightly as you extract your hands from his grip, you look up into his eyes and put your arms around his shoulder.
Nikolai exhaled, eyes dropping down towards your exposed breast, before flicking back up. 
"I'm trying to get this heli fixed, little bird." he warned in a husky voice. But his hands betrays him as it wanders towards your ass,  lightly grabbing it. 
"I’m sure you will need a break sometime.. "You smiled innocently at him while playing with his hair. Pushing your body closer to him, you slid your hand down towards his crotch, palming his arousal.
“And there is no one around at the moment….I thought..”
“You thought you could seduce your husband into giving you a good pounding while he is all sweaty and hot.” Nikolai smirked as he finished your sentence. “Don’t worry my gorgeous little bird, My cock is always hard and ready to please the wife at any time.”
“Nikolai!” you pouted, hitting his chest, pretending to be all appalled. 
“I am right, aren’t I?” Nikolai leans down, ghosting his lips over yours. “Just say the word, my Lastochka.” 
Grabbing his chain to close the gap for the kiss, tongues entwined. Your other hand fumbled to find his belt, unclipping it before reaching up and starting to unzip his flight suit. Nikolai pulls away and grabs your chin with his thumb and forefingers, staring down at you.
“Didn’t I say use your words?” He tutted. “Always the one asking for punishment. First for stealing my jacket.. Now not asking for permission…” 
You pursed your lip, letting out a little huff. “ Why do I have to…” 
“You walked all the way here, wearing nothing underneath?” he whistled. Your head rolls back as he kneads your breast with one hand, the other one working on undoing your pants before yanking it off from you. “So eager to please your husband?” he chuckled. 
“Because I am your COMMANDER, Lastochka.” he growled, cutting you off. “A good soldier listens to their superior. You should know better, Little bird. Now prepare to face the consequences.” he nudges your body, forcing you to walk backwards, nearly falling into the cabin of the helicopter if he wasn’t holding onto you. He gently guided you to sit before pushing you to lie down onto the floor.
Nikolai stood back up, unzipping his flight suit down to expose his fully erected cock. Sliding his belt off from his waist, he leaned forward, unzipped your jacket as well, to fully expose your naked body underneath. 
“As always….  “ you whispered an airy reply, eyes roamed up and down his body and opened your legs wide. “Your Lastochka is always ready for you..” 
Satisfied with your answer, he smiled as he picked up the belt that was discarded on the side before, and grabbed both of your hands and tied them together with the belt. 
“Word, my little bird?” 
You whispered the safe word into his ear and gave him a kiss on the cheek, granting him permission to proceed. You can feel his smirk as he turns his head to return a kiss. 
You bite down on your lip, trying to suppress a moan as Nikolai pushes your tied up arm over your head, dragging you forward by your leg to get closer. He thrust his hip forward, slowly grinding his hardened cock against your dripping pussy.
“Always so wet for me. What a good girl. Maybe I can make it wetter.” he cooed as he slid his gloved hand between, inserting his middle finger through the slit, curling it up to find your sweet spot.  You let out an unrestrained moan as he inserted another finger, and another, lightly thumbing your clit, but making no attempt to move his fingers inside you at all. 
“Move…I want.... Give me more..”  you hummed, bucking your hip, trying to get some thrusting movement to get the relief you've been craving for. 
“Where are you manners, Little bird?.” he scolded, pulling his fingers out. You whimpered and tried to move your arms from his restrain, but his grip only tightened.
“Please Commander..” 
“Please what?” 
“Please.. I want you to touch me … make me feel good.” you begged, almost sobbing.“ Please I want it back in..” 
“Good girl.” sliding his fingers back in, moving them in and out slowly few times, before he starts to speed up.  “See? Being polite gets you what you want.” he cooed.
There is something about making you squirming underneath him, looking at him with lust hazed eyes, mouth slightly parted, breast heaving up and down begging and whining for him to make you come hard makes him feel exhilarated.  That sense of satisfaction, knowing that its him, and only him, can make his beautiful sparrow unravel so easily under his manipulation. 
He can feel your walls tightening and breath starting to hitch. He knows you are getting closer to the peak. He leans over and nuzzles his nose against your neck, before biting and licking it. 
Arching your back, you couldn’t care less if someone else could walk into the hanger and hear the wanton scream as you hit the blessing high. He held you down with his arm and body as he kept pumping his fingers through your orgasm, cum drenching his glove and dripping onto the floor of the cabin. 
Holding up his hand, Nikolai slowly licks his palm, while staring into your eyes. “I only cleaned the floor yesterday. Now you have dirtied it again.” he sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Looks like I have to give the source of the problem a good clean out…” 
Letting go of your hand, he starts shuffling down south of your body, dotting your hot and sweaty skin with kisses along the way until he reaches your cunt, still glistening with the juices that are weeping out. He flick his tongue on  your clit a few times before diving into it, sucking and licking in earnest. 
“Nik.. Nik…” you moaned, still sensitive from the orgasm from not long ago. “It’s.. it’s too much…please…” you squirmed as your tied up hands grabbed onto his hair, trying to ground yourself. 
He raised his head, eyeing you from between your legs. “Use the words,Lastochka, if it’s too much for you.”
You shook your head, sniffing, part of you wanted him to stop, but the lust won over, you just let your head fall back onto the floor, as he went back down to continue his work. 
The slurping, the sucking, the obscene wet sloppy sound  made you hit your second orgasm fast and hard, you let out a small yelp before everything went blank. You could only feel your legs shaking and Nikolai’s strong arm holding them apart, preventing it clamping his head. 
The sound of his deep chuckle pulls you back slowly to reality. Still dazed with your second orgasm, he pulls you up into the sitting position to straddle him, and kisses you lazily. The taste of your own sex strong on his tongue as he deepens his kiss. 
“Can’t let me do all the work by myself. Now, be a good little bird, time to please your husband with your nice little cunt.” he ordered after he finally pulled away from your mouth. He lifted your arms over his head, letting it rest on his shoulder as you let him help you to lift your body up from your still orgasm weakened legs. He stroked his hard cock few times, hand still wet with your cum, and guided you to drop yourself onto it. 
You loll your head down,leaning against his shoulder, letting out a long whiney moan as you feel him stretch you wide and hit the deep end all in one go. He didn’t give you much time to adjust, pulling you up by your waist before slamming you down again, letting out a satisfying purr each time he repeats the action.
“Ah, look at you my Lastochka,” he praised you as he started thrusting his own hip upwards.  “Serving your husband so well, clenching around my cock with your drenching hot pussy, making me happy.” The only sound you could make was a throaty whimper as you lifted your head from his shoulder and leaned away from him and rolled your hip, hands sliding from cupping the back of his head towards his neck, instinctively grabbing onto his gold chain as you try to get more friction against your clit. 
“Come on my pretty bird. I know you still have more in you.” says Nikolai as he glides one hand down towards your ass, and the other up towards your neck, grabbing onto it lightly. “Give me one more. Just one more….” 
“... not…not before you filled me up Commander..” you begged, nearly out of breath from getting so close to your next orgasm, trying hard not to tip over the edge. “I want you..you.. To come inside me first….” 
“Giving out orders now, are we?” he growled as pulls your body back in closer, pulling your head back slightly, grazing his teeth over the skin of your neck. “Remember who is in charge here, I decide when you cum, and where I want to cum.” he snarled as he punctuated his words with hard snaps of his hip. “But.’ he softened his tone slightly, “Since you've been an obedient girl before… I will let it slide this time.” he moved his mouth towards your ear, whispering in a husky voice. “Come for me now, right now. And you will get your fill. And more rewards later on if you are lucky..” 
Your body reacts automatically with his words. You sobbed as you spasm around his hard length, and you can hear him growling at the same time as he hits his own peak, coating your inside with his own spent, mixing with your own cum, feeling the wetness soaking both of your sexes and thigh as it leaks out with the thrust. 
“Feeling alright there little bird?”  Nikolai murmured into your ears as he held you tight against him, checking up on you after both of you held onto each other tight, recovering from the orgasm.
“I am alright.. Just give me a second.” You lean into his heaving chest, listening to his pounding heart. You close your eyes,  also trying to catch your own breath, with Nikolai’s hand caressing your neck. you were utterly spent after three consecutive rounds. It’s been a while since you had such an intense session with him. But you don’t mind it. 
“I miss this.“you whispered after a few minutes of silence, nuzzling into his chest. “You spend too much time with your other Lastochka. You need someone else to help you.”
You miss his touch. His hands, the dirty talks into your ears. the way his eyes undresses you and make you burn with want and desire. 
You miss him. 
“You know I don’t like anyone touching my Lastochka.” he kisses your temple. The double meaning doesn't escape you. “But I am sorry.”
“You better be.” you pouted. “Now you really need a break. After all that..”
“ I never need a break.” he chuckled, you feel his cock getting hard again inside you. “Not when I am trying to please my little bird.”
Well, the coffee is gonna get cold. 
“Commander, you there?  Here's the list you were….. Ёбаный пиздец!!”  
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“ Ooop. Someone found us.”
“Nikolai!!!! Shut up and go check on poor Yuri!!” 
Yuri couldn't look at you in the eyes for weeks after.
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nrdmssgs · 8 months
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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! 💕 :))
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Spreading my love to Mini!!!
Guys, this you reminder, that this masterlist by @sofasoap is awesome!
(yes, in my head she can be a shirt-thief sometimes, but Nik wouldn't mind)
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bitten-fruit · 21 days
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♥︎ my stuff ♥︎
hello my loves! i thought i'd make a pinned post, a mini-masterlist, maybe.
i mainly just have minifics or oneshots on my tumblr, rambles that are too short for my Ao3. But i am working on some longer fics (which are taking up most of my writing time lol) that you can find below!
psa: I am not including all tags / content warnings here - please heed the tags on Ao3 if you venture further. all of my fics are 18+ only!!!
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Ao3: bitterfruit
Licking Wounds Captain John Price x fem!Reader - tags: heavy angst, hurt/comfort, trauma, tragic romance, lovers to enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut Progress: 115k words, 21/31 chapters
Houndtooth Simon Ghost Riley x fem!Reader - tags: enemies to lovers, abduction, toxic romance, slow burn, bodyguard ghost, forced cooperation, smut Progress: 30k words, 8/20 chapters
Trainspotting Johnny Soap MacTavish x fem!Reader - tags: indie sleaze, recent history AU (set in 2007), university, drug addiction, fast burn, smut Progress: 7k words, 1/7 chapters
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glitterypirateduck · 4 months
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GPD's Call of Duty Rec Lists - 2023
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CLICK HERE FOR 2024 REC LISTS
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Captain John "Soap" MacTavish
Gaz
Ghost 1 of 2 
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Konig
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Price 1 of 2
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Rodolfo/Rudy
Soap 1 of 2   
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OG Soap
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GPD’s Deep Dive Master List
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auspicioustidings · 5 months
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What would the 141s college degrees be if they went to school
Ok so a bit of a change to prompt, but I think Soap and Gaz go to university while Price and Ghost go to college. For context college here is further education while university is higher education (eg uni is degree level).
Soap has got to be some sort of chemistry mechanics dual degree and not one person actually knows that. Like he's a bit of a party boy, on the football team and generally comes off as super laid back so nobody would guess that he is absolutely top of his class in a very difficult course. The uni ran their first mini highland games purely because they knew anything that he was doing in a kilt was going to do well and it outperformed expectations because the chance to see John MacTavish caber toss was not something anyone was passing up.
He knows Gaz because they are on the football team together. He is the opposite of Soap, everyone assumes he is doing some super technical degree because he is just so clever, but he's actually nowhere near the sciences and is somewhere in the literature department. He put the Scots poetry module to good use and was a menace for a semester with how he kept making Soap blush by coming out these beautiful romantic lines in Scots.
The archnemesis of the football team in this uni the rugby team in the college that has a campus right next to theirs because both teams do massively well. Is part of it because Soap and Gaz bristle when they hear people fawning over Riley and Price instead of them? Maybe a little. They think it's ridiculous, football is the superior sport to them and they hate that at their games some people are wearing rugby shirts thinking it's still showing support because the uni and college are the same area. It's even worse because Riley and Price do not view them as the rivals for fame and adoration that they should! They are always really nice to them and come watch their games and Simon keeps offering to spot for Soap when they're in the gym and Price brings Gaz soup when he's sick :(
Ghost is doing hairdressing. This is fully from one throwaway comment from Tommy (he cuts his brothers hair) that he's good at it and he wishes he could do Beth's because her salon trips cost a fortune and while she loves getting her hair done she doesn't do it often because of that. Simon Riley is such a fucking family man that he runs with that, thinking nothing of dropping all the time and money required just so he can make his sister in laws day a little better. And if he can do his mums hair as well? Even better.
Price is doing a bunch of night classes for woodworking and welding. He owns his own place where he runs classes but likes to make sure he keeps up to date with any new techniques by attending new courses when they pop up. He's a favourite of the college because he's been doing that for years and has taught a couple of workshops for them. His workshops have a massive waiting list.
Ghost and Price are laid back and on the rugby team because they enjoy the game. They see Soap and Gaz as these hot-headed young men with a lot of heart and are oblivious to the fact that while they view them as mates, Soap and Gaz think there is a bitter rivalry happening. After all Gaz always let's Simon practice on his hair and he seems to enjoy it? Like he always sighs in such contentment when he's getting his hair washed. And Soap has started attending Price's home shop for some classes! Although Price is sort of confused because the man doesn't seem to be paying attention half of the time to the actual project he is supposed to be doing (of course he isn't, he's busy going bright red anytime Price rolls his sleeves up).
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namelessandafriad · 5 months
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⚠️MW3 Spoilers ⚠️
Mini fix-it fic thingy
Medical and possible COD universe inaccuracies but it's happy so who cares😊
The shot didn't kill John MacTavish but that isn't to say it didn't have its effects on him and the team. A blow to the side of the head will do that.
After a gruelling nearly half a year of Ghost waiting at his bedside for the sergeant to wake up again a lot changed. The team tried to stay headstrong, continuing their chase after Makarov getting closer and closer before he slipped away yet again each fail pulling the 141 away from each other without their glue until finally he woke up, and Ghost got to be there for it and stayed there for every step it took to get him back on his way.
His finer motor skills were lacking he struggled to grasp objects, write or really do much without assistance. His speach was damaged and he was a lot more hot headed. But doctors said that with a bit of physical therapy he may just get back to where he once was, well nearly.
Thank the world of COD physics they had technology to speed up the process. he had the option to get implants that would easily have him returning to his career in the military if he so chose it. However, the most he'd be let do would be staying put behind a desk or a sniper, he'd still be saying goodbye to bombs and close calls.
So he was stuck, either retire to the civilian life or get left behind a desk to watch his team run off without him.
"I'll follow you anywhere." Ghost had said one morning, Soap had been spiraling about this dilemma since he woke up. When he asked what was meant by that Ghost clarifies "I was prepared to follow you into death Johnny, I think I can handle civilian life."
That settled it then, he got the few procedures that were being offered but didn't return to the military, Ghost finishes one last mission with a satisfying bullet to one slimy terrorists head, doing what the man couldn't, he made sure Makarov wouldn't be getting back up. Then they where honorably discharged with a lovely ceremony.
They stayed close to Soaps family for awhile at his apartment up in Scotland, he had a few hiccups mentally and physically which in his case was somewhat linked. But after that, they moved back down closer to where Price and Gaz lived.
They lived happily ever after
The End
HE'S NOT DEAD IM IN DENIAL FUCK YOU!
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celenawrites · 8 months
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rascal-xo · 10 months
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Hello! I’m new to your blog, and wondering, will or is there any part two of unhealed wounds?
If there isn’t, would it be okay if I request part two of it? Thank you :3
Unhealed Wounds Pt.2 | Soap MacTavish x Female Reader |
Chapter Summary: You think back to what went wrong with you and certain Sergeant MacTavish…
Warnings: ANGST, minor smut, language, alcohol
Word Count: it’s a mini one :)) lmk if y’all want a pt 3 (my requests are open!!)
A/N: This is a flashback fic because why not lol. I hope you enjoy 🩷🩷
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You found yourself walking home from the bar and back to base by yourself. You didn’t want to cut anyone else’s night short on your account, since Johnny’s outburst back there had done nothing less than ruin yours.
You finally made it back into the base, the weight of the night's events heavy on your shoulders. The echoes of Johnny's words still reverberated in your mind, the kiss that should have never happened lingering on your lips.
Desperate for a momentary escape, you bypassed the common areas and made a beeline for the base kitchen. The sweet feeling of nostalgia hit you like a bag of bricks as soon as you took in your once familiar surroundings.
You had remembered when you lived here that there was always a bottle or two stashed away for long nights, and now it was calling your name.
You swung open one of the top cabinet doors, scanning the shelves for any semblance of liquid solace. Your eyes landed on a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid calling to you like a siren's song. Without a second thought, you unscrewed the cap, not bothering to grab a glass.
As the familiar burn of alcohol hit your throat, you hoped it would dull the ache within your chest. You took another swig, relishing in the numbing sensation that washed over you.
You stepped outside onto the small outlook area, the cool night air providing a temporary respite from the confines of the kitchen.
The stars shimmered above, their distant light a reminder of the vastness of the universe, a stark contrast to the chaos of your own thoughts. You leaned against the railing, gazing out into the darkness, your mind consumed by a whirlwind of regrets and what-ifs.
You were with Keegan now, and you were happy. So why was your mind drifting to Johnny?
Thoughts of Johnny danced through your mind, unbidden and unwelcome. His voice, his touch, the intensity of your past connection—all of it flooded back in waves.
- ONE YEAR EARLIER -
“Fuck- I can’t.” Your face pressed into the mattress as Johnny’s large hand kept it down, while he thrusted into you from behind at an ungodly rate.
The sensation was too much, and you felt yourself building towards yet again, another release. “Come on darlin, give me one more.”
His hands moved lower, slipping on top of your breast and in one motion lifting you up to be flat against his chest. You arched into his touch, craving more, but he kept you pressed against him, right. “Johnny..”
His name fell from your lips like a prayer while he kept thrusting his length in and out of you. His breath hitched. He traced his fingers over the curve of your breast before grabbing it in his hand, pinching your sensitive nipple between his finger.
This is how the nights would end. You’d fight all day about petty nonsense and then fuck it out at night to make up for lost time.
It was an endless cycle, and neither of you could escape.
~ ONE YEAR LATER ~
The whiskey burned its way through your veins, blurring the edges of the reality you had just come back into from your thoughts.
As the minutes ticked by, the alcohol worked its magic, dulling your senses and clouding your judgment.
With a heavy sigh, you set the bottle down on the ledge, the amber liquid reflecting the moonlight.
You and Johnny’s past was coming back to haunt you, and now it was inevitable to have to face it…
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rennorthernlights · 3 months
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Mustang Inquiries
A collection of Drabbles from my OC Mustang, that will span over the Call Of Duty universe. One-Shots and Short stories involving our favorite characters. NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION OF HER WILL BE SHOWN ONLY THE NAME I’VE GIVEN HER!
Includes Smut, Fluff, Angst, and anything and everything in between. They will be tagged accordingly.
Requests are OPEN
Smut 🌶
Fluff 💞
Angst 💔
In-Between 🪢
As always, READ THE WARNINGS ONCE CLICKING ON A ONE-SHOT OR SHORT. MINORS DNI+18 AND OVER ONLY!! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CONSUME.
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Breaking You In 🌶🪢 | One-Shot
Heatwaves 💞 | One-Shot
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Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Maybe I Was Wrong 💔💞 | One-Shot
All Mine 💔🌶 | One-Shot or maybe Short?? Haven’t figured that out yet.
———•———•———•———•———•———•———•——
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish
All Tender For Me 🌶 | One-Shot
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John “Bravo-6” Price
Insanity In Company 🌶 | Mini-Shorts
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jerzwriter · 7 months
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Rank in order from most to least talkative of all your MCs and LIs. Please. 😘
Hey Nonny! What a fun ask. Hmm... let's see... let's put them into categories...
YOU TALK TOO MUCH, HOMEGIRL, YOU NEVER SHUT UP! 
Trystan Thorne - The man is like the Energizer Bunny.
Zoe Rivera - It works for her and Eli, though. Balance is needed. And she does have to be quiet when zombies are around.
Casey MacTavish - Babble, sing, talk, smile, giggle, hug, repeat. (Bryce Lahela isn't one of my main characters, but if he was, he'd be right here, too. Honestly, Troy Hassan would be, also. And Casey's mini-me, Brooke Carrick.)
TALK THAT TALK TO ME, YEAH!
4. Tobias Carrick - He'd be higher up on the list if he were still single, but Casey barely lets him get a word in, so... 5. Kaycee MacClennan - Definitely a talker, but a little less hyper about it than her alter-ego, Casey. 6. Carolina Rose - She doesn't think she talks a lot because she can control it - but she's a New Yorker... she talks a lot, it's colorful, and she uses her hands. (Vivan Carrick would be here, as would her mini-me Samantha Carrick. Emma Ramsey would also be here.)
WORDS ARE VERY UNNECESSARY
7. Eva Mendoza - Y'all haven't seen much of her yet... she will talk... in fact, she could talk your ear off, but it's not a common occurrence. 8. Ethan Ramsey - Sure, he talks. But he doesn't require a lot of it, and he really doesn't want to hear a lot of it from most people. lol (My vision of Sienna Trinh would be here - definitely a talker, but also content to sit in peace. Not my character, but @storyofmychoices Olivia Hadley also appears in my T/C world at times, and I picture her here. She'll definitely talk, but she can also keep quiet and observe.) WHISPERED IN THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE
9. Eli Sipes - Definitely the quietest of any of my pixelated people. But - he will talk Zoe's ear off on occasion - no one believes her, but it's true. (Not my OC; he belongs fully to @mydemonsdrivealimo, but since Jensen Valentine does visit my T/C universe, he's here too. Also, Kayla Carrick. The youngest in that family - she wouldn't be able to get a word in edgewise even if she wanted to - and I don't think she wants to.)
Thanks to Run!DMC, Rhianna, Depeche Mode, and Simon & Garfunkel for the titles, Thanks to Nonny for the fun ask!
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axofluff · 9 months
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.·:*¨¨* ≈☆ Axo's Masterlist≈☆ *¨¨*:·.
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These are all my works I have written, the ones that have TBA on are ones that I plan on writing on.
Requests are on, so if you want a certain scenario done with a character please use the AMA in my profile!
I plan to update/write twice a week, maybe more depending how busy I am, please be patient if your request is taking a little longer to be fulfilled.
Please check this frequently to see what's been updated
All fanfics have their separate tags at the start of the post
Things I will NOT do: 1. Incest- this is just disgusting 2. Zoophilla/Pedophilla- self explanatory at this point 3. Cross-over ships- I feel uncomfy writing two characters from different universes, although I do write AU ☆ To get to know me: Read my about me
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‧₊˚✧ Call of Duty✧˚₊‧
These are fanfics surrounding content including the Call of Duty franchise made by Activision/Treyarch/Sledgehammer/Raven. At the moment I'm only writing for CoD MW2 2022, but I have played most of the cod games and I will expand my content around the other Call of Duty games.
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╰┈➤ Simon "Ghost" Riley
・❥・Fem!reader x Ghost ☆ A soldiers promise ・❥・Mini series ☆ Conflicted feelings ☆ The man in the mask (18+) || 3 part fanfic ☆ Gentle arms| TBA
・❥・M!reader x Ghost TBA
・❥・Gn!reader x Ghost TBA ☆ Ghost Headcanons ☆Ghost NSFW A-Z|| Gender neutral
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╰┈➤Colonel König
・❥・Fem!reader x König mini series ・❥・The masked giant TBA
・❥・M!reader x König mini series TBA ・❥・Gn!reader x König mini series TBA
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╰┈➤Sargent Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
・❥・Fem!reader x Soap TBA ・❥・M!reader x Soap TBA ・❥・Gn!reader x Soap TBA
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╰┈➤Sargent Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
・❥・Fem!reader x Gaz TBA
・❥・M!reader x Gaz TBA ・❥・Gn!reader x Soap TBA
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╰┈➤Captain John "Price."
・❥・Fem!reader x Price TBA ・❥・M!reader x Price TBA ・❥・Gn!reader x Price TBA
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╰┈➤ Other content surrounding Call of Duty TBA
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‧₊˚✧ Red Dead Redemption✧˚₊‧
I don't have anything solid to write for red dead yet but I plan to write for the game soon.
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That's all for now! Please feel free to check back frequently to see what's been updated! This masterlist will most likely grow. I hope you enjoy my writing and Feel free to drop a follow and Ask me anything!
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sofasoap · 7 months
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Reason for life
Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x F!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )
Summary: Simon Riley finally made up his mind.
Right after the event of “Death, Comes easily” 
Warning: Mature theme. discussion of unhappy childhood, OC children, discussion of abuse, near death. Angst. slight deviation from canon as well.
A/N : I finally got to Simon. and this rounds up the task force 141 proposal series. *sigh*
 “masterlist”
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“Captain.” 
Head down, buried in paperwork, Price only let out a grunt, acknowledging Ghost’s presence. 
“John.” 
Price’s hand stalled. Slowly putting his pen down, finally looking up. 
Ghost standing in front the desk, hands behind his back, shoulder slightly hunched. Price noticed the redness in his fatigue looking eyes. Redder than usual. He noted. 
“Can I talk to you,” Ghost requested, voice soft, as he eyes the soldiers lingering around in the office,  “In private please.” 
Price stared at him for few seconds, before commanding the soldiers. “Alright, everyone out please. Lieutenant and I have important business to discuss.” Price stood up, ushering everyone out. 
Making sure the door is locked, Price turned back towards the desk, gesturing to Ghost to sit. Pushing the paperwork and files aside, Price took out a bottle of whisky and two tumbler glasses from the cabinet behind him. 
Pouring into each of the glasses, he pushed one towards Ghost. Ghost just stares at the drink, motionless for a while before he pulls his balaclava off, exhaustion evident on his pale looking face. 
“Do you still have the box?” Simon broke the silence after he drained the whisky from the tumbler. 
“So you made up your mind?” Price asked, raising his eyebrows, knowing what he was asking for. 
“I can’t delay it any longer. I .. I don’t want another regret.” Voice croaked, “I nearly lost her twice. I don’t.. I don’t know.. “ Simon buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath. “I would not forgive myself if I miss the chance again. If I can live through the nightmare again.” 
Price has noticed Simon hasn’t been himself lately, after the incident. He was quieter than usual, not even responding to any of Soap or Gaz’s attempt of banter or teasing. Burying deep into his own mind. 
The mission has traumatised Simon, and made him realise things. 
Another prolonged silence lingered between the two. Price took up the bottle, pouring another serve to each of the glasses.
“I’ll get it out from the safe for you tomorrow, Simon. Don’t worry. She wouldn’t say no.” Price comforted Simon. “Good luck Si. I am glad you finally made up your mind.” 
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Simon slams the tin box onto the table, more forceful than he intended. He winced slightly at his mistake as he saw you frowning. 
You stare at the box with a cup of tea in hand, making no attempt to reach for it. He watches you, waiting for your next move. 
“What is that?” You asked,  finally curiosity got the better of you. 
“Box.” 
“Of course I know it’s a box.” you rolled your eyes, huffed at his silly answer. “What’s inside the box?” you asked. 
“Things my grandmother left for me,” he whispered. “Open it. Please.” 
Pushing the cup aside, you reach for the box,  Simon’s heart twisted as he sees you open the lid with slight difficulty. Your hands and face were still covered with dressings and bandages from the injuries acquired from the terrorist incident. You are still alive. He closed his eyes, deep breaths in as he tells himself, calming that distress and panic rising from his stomach. You are here in front of him. Everything is alright. 
His eyes open again when he hears the pop of the tin lid. You slowly and gently shuffled through the black and white photos, fading letters, and all sorts of trinkets were inside there.  Simon held onto his breath as you took out the item he wanted you to have the most. 
You held the green velvet box in your palm, like a fragile china doll, afraid it would shatter any minute. Your eyes flicked up towards him, and down at the box again. 
He nodded his head to urge you to open the velvet box. 
Your breath hitched as you saw two simple gold bands inside.
“My grandmother left me this box before she passed on.” Simon explained. Your eyes open slightly wider, he never talked about his grandparents before. “The only happy memories I have from my childhood. Her and grandpa shielded me from the violence and cruelty that my fath… father… “ he shook his head, body shaking with the painful memory. Taking a deep breath, he continues. “She left this in my possession. Her and grandpa’s wedding bands,  along with their photos and correspondence when they were courting.They were married for nearly sixty years before grandpa passed away.” Simon whispered with a sad smile and glint of tears in Simon’s eyes.
Your expression softens as you listen to him, recalling memories. 
Raising his head to look at you right in the eyes, “You gave me a reason to live, a reason for life. You and the children.” He professed as he took a deep breath, voice shaking. “I can’t apologise enough for the actions and the way I treated you.. I can’t lose you again. I nearly lost you, because of my stupidity. My own selfishness, My….”
“Simon.” You put the box down, reaching for his hand across the table, to stop his rambling.“ Both of us were in a bad mindset back then. There were too many things happening at once. We can’t go back. We can only move forward.” You lean your body forward, kissing his hand lightly. “If this is what I think it is, my answer is yes.” 
He let go of your hand as he stood up abruptly, going around the table to scoop you up into a tight embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You feel the wetness as his tears stream down your neck and shoulder, silently crying with relief. 
The weight is finally off his shoulder. 
He feels your arm reaching around his broad torso, squeezing tight.
“I love you very much, Simon Riley. The children love their Da as well, they ask about you all the time when you are away.”  you murmured, as you professed your love for him. “We will always be here for you, to welcome you home, and be your harbour when the storm comes, be your shelter when the time turns bad. You know you can trust and rely on us. Also the team as well. You have a family. You have us.” 
Pulling away from him, you gently grasp his hand, putting it over your heart.
“This is yours forever now. My love. For whatever challenges may come to us again. We will face it together.”
Simon is finally home. 
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nrdmssgs · 6 months
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Nikolai and Mini MacTavish from an absolutely beautiful series by @sofasoap Thank you so much for this request, I'm so deeply in love with Mini!
Also this is your friendly reminder, that I take free commissions. Here is a small faq on what I do.
Masterlist (with more sketches)
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sofasoap · 7 months
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Love at first sight - Epilogue
Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)
Summary: Two love birds finally got together. To the relief of everyone.
Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Part 6
Warning: E Rating. Smutty smut. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injury.
A/N: @siilvan , thank you for being a wonderful Beta-reader *hug* @jynxmirage for giving me daily encouragements of sending me picture of delicious Bayardo De Murguia to keep me going :) Thanks to @okayyadriana  and @saltofmercury helping me with Spanish words :) if there are any mistakes. Please blame me not them.
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You stayed on with the Los Vaqueros In Las Almas after Rudy was cleared to be discharged from the hospital. 
Approaching Price a few days after in private, you were nervous as you put in a request to stay on for a bit longer while the rest of the team moved on to another mission back in Europe soon.
“I know this is a very selfish request, Captain..” You look down at your boot, feeling guilty abandoning your team while they need you. But you can’t walk away from him this time. Rudy still needs you to look after him, or so you try to justify it. More like you need him to heal your guilty conscience. 
Price observed you in silence for a few minutes, brows furrowed. At last he jerks his head towards the outside, indicating to you to follow him. 
The sun is slowly setting, a few soldiers returning from their patrols and training. Everything seems so tranquil and peaceful compared to the near death mission the squad was sent to a few weeks ago.
Taking out a cigar he stashed away in his vest pocket, he lit it up, and took a slow drag before turning to you.
“You've been burying yourself in work non-stop for the last few months Mini. Is this why?” He didn’t point out what exactly he was asking about.
But, you know what he is implying. 
Kicking a bit of dirt on the ground and swiping the little gravel away for no reason, you let out a little grunt, acknowledging his question. 
“Stay as long as you want. You have trained your team well, Dr. MacTavish.” He chuckled as you pouted like a child, he knows you don’t like to address you with the title. “I’m sure they can handle the boys without you.” He pats you on the shoulder. “Take a good break, but I don’t know how much rest you are going to have fussing over him.” 
“I’ll try to behave…” You replied sincerely, finally feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders. “Thank you, Captain. It means a lot to me.”
Patting you on the shoulder with a fatherly smile, “Go chase your happiness, Mini. You deserve it.” 
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Leaning back against the wall, you close your eyes and listen to the faint sound of music and singing that could be heard from the mess hall from a distance away, as the Task force and Los Vaqueros soldiers celebrate another successful mission under their belt after months of hard work. 
A shadow appears in front of you. Looking up, you saw Rudy standing in front of you, eyebrows raised, silently asking for permission. 
Patting the ground beside you and inviting him to sit down, you share the brief silence. 
This is probably the only time the two of you have spent time alone in the last few months, without anyone else hovering about. 
To Rudy’s dismay, Alejandro forced his second in command to take an extensive break after his return from hospital.
“Rest. You nearly died in my arms, hermano. I am sure your mother will be happy to have you at home for more than one day in a few weeks.” He commented. Alejandro turned towards you and patted you on the shoulder, “I’ll get Dr. MacTavish here to check up on you, so don’t you worry about your injury.” 
Mama Parra was ecstatic to see you return along with her son. You were quite touched by how the whole family welcomed your return. Camila gave you a knowing look after giving you a hug.
“Thank you for saving my brother. And, please, look after him from now on.” 
The tender look he gives you everytime you go over to change his bandages, and the desire he couldn’t keep hidden sipping through when you glide your hands, deliberately across his well defined ab. You linger your hand around his pelvis area, boldly caressing the slight bit of hair showing above his pants. Oh how his eyes darken as you flash him a sly smile, teasing him. 
If only he wasn’t still recovering from his near fatal wound. If only there weren’t people always out and about in the house.
Both of you would have given in to the desire, right there and then. 
But his mother would always poke her head into the room every time, fussing about and pulling you out to feed you with delicious meals, trying to show you the family photos, and with your rudimentary understanding of Spanish language, along with Rudy and Camila’s translation, Mama Parra loved telling you all the family history and childhood stories of Rudy and his siblings, and all the havoc him and Alejandro caused when they were young. 
You often catch Alejandro looking at the two of you, rolling his eyes while shaking his head, exasperated that the two of you are behaving like love sick puppies yet again. 
“Are you two going to make a move on each other or not?” Alejandro asked you once, when you were dropping off the health assessment reports in his office. “You know there is a betting pool happening amongst the team to see when…”
You ran out of the office in a flash, not even waiting for his sentence to finish, utterly mortified. 
Rudy breaks the silence first as he softly calls out your name. Turning slightly to face him.
“Cariño. Mi vida.” The tips of your ears burn as he addresses you in such an intimate manner. How would it feel if he called out like that when he was buried inside you…? “What are you thinking?” He whispered, his beautiful brown orbs filled with sadness. “Are you… are you thinking of leaving again?” Your heart clenched with pain as he looked at you with the same nervousness and distress you saw the night at the hospital.  You realise the two of you haven’t sat down and discussed the future, where to move on from here. No wonder the poor man is feeling so insecure. 
“Oh love.. no.. no don’t think that.” Gently cupping his face, you pull him down towards you to lean against his forehead. “I am not leaving you. Ever again. No matter what happens. I am sorry I haven’t been clearer.” You apologised as you leaned close to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “...well, barring from getting sent out for missions…” You added hastily. 
You feel tension dissipate from him as you give him your words of reassurance. Taking one of his hands, you put it over your heart.
“This will be yours from now on. And this,” You put your hand over his rapid beating heart, “I hope I have the honour for this to be mine.” You drop down to a whisper, suddenly timid. 
“From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I had already devoted my heart to you. I never expected you to return my feelings. I was happy to watch you from afar, assist you whenever I could; seeing that bright smile appear on your face is all that matters to me. I never expected anything in return.”
You were taken aback by his comment. You knew he had feelings for you quite early on, but from the moment you arrived at Las Almas? You didn’t quite expect that. Silently pining for you, doing what he does the best, assisting you in the background. You realise everytime the medical team has requested something, it would be done right away in the next few days. You got a complaint? Rudy would sort it out straight away. 
“All done, as per your request.” You remember his soft smile and his shyness everytime he reported back to you. 
It was all for you. 
“Rudy… oh, Rudy…” You lamented. The guilt is hitting you again.You couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face now. “I am so sorry… so sorry…”
“Cariño, it’s not your fault. You did what you thought was right at the time, and I don’t blame you for that.” He pulls you into his embrace, kissing you lightly on your head. “I admit, I was quite heartbroken, but I do understand. Duty over heart. And the distance would have made it hard.” Closing his eyes, he chuckled slightly. “I buried myself in work, trying to put it all behind me. That accidental phone call? It reignited my hope. Brought back the ache again.” 
Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you enjoy the closeness, his scent, as he lightly rocks you back and forth to the music in the distance, slowly processing his words. 
“I love you, mi vida. I love you so much.” He whispered into your ears. “You are so beautiful. So strong, so fierce, so loyal…” He pulled himself away slightly to face you as he took in a deep breath.
“Would it be too much to ask, for you to be mine?” He pleaded, desperately searching for an answer in your eyes. 
You wrap your arms around his neck with a soft smile, “You already have my heart,” You whispered as you tipped your head up to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. “And you have my permission to take my body as yours, too.” 
With that reply, he leaned down towards you for another kiss, pouring all his emotion and heart into it. You can feel both of your bodies heating up as you nudge his lips open with your tongue, teasing him.
Abruptly, he pulls you away, panting, and jerks his head towards the main building. “My room. Not here.” That was all he could get out with his mind semi-frazzled from the kiss. You nodded your head frantically as both of you made your way towards the said destination.
As the two of you passed through the mess hall towards the officer’s quarters, you thought you saw Alejandro’s quick wave and smirk. Must be your imagination?
You couldn’t help but circle your arm around his waist as he shakily tried to open the door to his resting quarters. Hands meander around his body, teasing him a little, feeling his broad muscles, his back, and coming to a stop as you palm his semi hard package underneath his trousers. As soon as the door opens, he turns around and pulls you in, and kicks the door closed. You pull him down by his collar for another kiss, desperate to show him how much you want him, to soothe his worries and doubt. 
You push him to sit down on the bed, both of you still catching your breath from the heated kiss and dash.
“Please, mi amor… please, show me how you like it. Where you want me to touch…” He looks up at you, hands roaming up and down your body, voice dropping into a husky and lustful whisper.
You lower yourself to straddle him, feeling his hardness through the fabric. Rolling your hips slightly, you hear his breath catching slightly, holding back a groan. 
You move one of his hands to grab your ass, and the other to slide under your top, towards your breast. “Anywhere you like, love,” You swallow thickly, body filled with want. You want him. Anywhere. Everywhere. “Just show me what your deft fingers can do.” You purred as you looked at him through half hooded eyes. . 
You always wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on you after seeing him playing the guitar that night. The beautiful nimble fingers gliding up and down the fretboard, plucking away on the strings.
Standing up again to let him have better access to your lower region, he fumbles slightly as he unbuttons your pants and glides in between your pants and underwear. You let out an unrestrained moan as you feel his finger skate over your clit, before it reaches your already soaking opening.
“That’s it, my love..more… I want to feel more of you there…” You gasped and demanded as you rolled your hips with his moment. Another finger followed without hesitation, and another, until you feel stretched full of him pumping slowly in and out of you. 
His thumb languidly circles your clit as you dig your nails into his shoulder, back arched and screaming his name, not caring if the whole barracks hears you enjoying the first orgasm your lover has given you.
You look down at him with your watery orbs, breathing still short and fast as you come down from the blissful high he has just given you. He pulled his fingers out of you and slipped them in his mouth.
“I want to taste more of you.” He hummed as he slowly licked his fingers, cleaning up the cum juice you drenched him with. “My mouth against your beautiful soaking wet cunt, making you happy…”
Oh, you have definitely flipped a switch on. Gone is the shy Rudy, now Rodolfo Parra, the same confidence and passion shining through his eyes that you saw from him that night playing his guitar, is requesting to please you once again. Or, is that a thinly veiled demand?
Either way, you welcome the change.
Leaning down to pull him into an open mouthed kiss, you speak against his lips.
“You will have a lot more chances for that later on, my love.” You smirked as you pushed his shoulder, making him fall back onto the bed. You kneel on the bed, legs on each side of his body. “Now, it’s my turn to give you some pleasure, as you have just given me.” You position yourself comfortably sitting on his thighs, before you start to unbutton his shirt. 
Peppering kisses on his chest, your eyes soften as your hand carrases over the healed scar from months ago. That pain in your heart is still as fresh as the day you barely pulled him back from death’s door step.
“Still hurting?” You murmured as you traced your fingers over the most critical spot. “Occasional phantom pain, but I am alright now. Thanks to you.” He reassures you as he runs his hand up and down your arm.
Continuing down his body, your hands shake with excitement like a child opening a present on Christmas day, eager to see what is hiding underneath. 
Your smile broadens as you pull his pants down, his impressive girth finally appearing. You heard him groaning as you gently grabbed his length, pumping it a few times before taking it with your mouth.
Rudy gasps and moans as you work away, teasing him with your tongue, sucking the tip and kneading his balls lightly. He grasps the bed sheet hard as he blabbers away in Spanish, too fast for you to follow. He took you by surprise as he let out an almost half whimper-half sob before you felt the hot cum coating the inside your mouth. You lapped it all up and swallowed keenly as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.
“I… I am sorry, mi amor. I couldn’t hold it in any longer...” He apologised profusely, clearly embarrassed. You climb back up towards him. “I am glad I have that effect on you, Cariño.” You hushed him as you showered him with kisses on his face and patted his chest. 
His eyes glitter as you use the endearment in his mother tongue. “I should feel honoured that I can make you come so quickly. Now,” You stripped the rest of your clothing off. “Show me what you can do with that impressive thing inside me.”
Rudy claimed shyly he isn’t as experienced as you, but oh boy. His attentiveness, his eagerness, how much he wanted to give you a good time, all made up for it. 
His hands couldn’t stop touching you, caressing you as he slowly thrusted in and out of your aching core, stretching it open, making you quiver and moan out no matter what angle and position he went for. As if the two of you were made for each other, meant to be. Your soulmate. 
The two of you finally drifted to sleep, round after round of pleasure and orgasms, with his arm around you, holding you close to his chest. Afraid to let go, afraid for you to disappear again.  
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The whole mess hall erupted into cheers and whistles as both you and Rudy walked in, taking both of you by surprise. 
You hid your face in Rudy’s shoulder, abashed by the sudden attention both of you were getting. 
Rudy, calm as always, ignored all the teases as he gently took your hand, which incited another round of cheers as he led you to the back table where Alejandro and your team was sitting at the moment for breakfast. He sat you down first before murmuring into your ear and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, heading towards the serving area to grab food for both of you.
“I hope you two had a good time last night.” Alejandro smiled as he pushed the jar of sugar towards you. 
“HOW–” You nearly spilled out the coffee that you were pouring into the mug. 
“Why did you think the officer’s quarters were so quiet last night?” Alejandro smirked with a knowing look. 
Blistering hell, he knew. He ordered people to stay away from the sleeping quarters. You wondered why the usually busy hallway was void of people as the two of you dashed towards his bedroom. 
Another soldier sitting across from you laughed. " Ah, don't be so shy. We were all rooting for you and our Sergeant Major. And, you know what they say?? Tell her, mi hermanos, mi hermanas!!"
“Save a horse, ride a Vaquero!” The whole mess hall shouted in unison. 
You just want to dig a hole in the ground and hide.
“...Captain.” You mumbled at Price. “Have you got Nikolai’s contact? Please ask him to take me away from this horrible embarrassment.” You buried your face in your hands. Now how are you going to face all of them?
“Might be a good idea, so we don’t have to hear your screams every night.” Soap mumbled as he took a sip of his coffee. 
OH great, now your brother is talking about your sex life. Something just snapped inside you. Stuff this. If they are so interested in your life, you might as well…. 
Slamming your mug onto the table, you stood up on the bench, whistling to catch everyone’s attention. 
“Since all of you are so interested in our love life, yes, the Sergeant Major and I finally shagged last night.” You heard your brother spitting out his coffee while Ghost thumped his back, Gaz laughing his head off. “And, ladies, his fingers are just as good, if not better than all of you imagined.” Gasps and giggles could be heard amongst the crowd. Out of the corner of your eyes, Rudy froze mid-motion while picking up some toast from the toaster, soldiers around him slapping his back and elbowing him, teasing him. 
“Mini…” You heard Price trying to interject, but you held out your hand towards your captain, stopping him. 
“Last, but not least, I love him, and he is off the market people! Take this as a warning, no one touches MY MAN!” 
Jumping down from your bench, you walk down the aisle between the refectory tables, as if doing a victory walk between the cheering and clapping soldiers, towards Rudy, who’s now blushing from head to toe, hearing your public declaration. 
“There. I think that will stop anyone from gossiping about us.” You stop in front of your lover, as he leans into the crook of your neck, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.
“Ah, querida… What am I going to do with you.” He asked, followed by a sigh.  
“Well, one thing for sure, you aren’t going to get rid of me, because I am going to stick around for quite a long time.” You replied as you wrapped your arm around his torso.
“Good.” He put his plates down to the side and proceeded to lift you up high. “Because you are mine forever, mi hermosa.” 
“... how much did you bet on them?” 
“A hundred pounds, But that’s because I had insider information.” 
“Mierda.” 
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sofasoap · 8 months
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Pick up lines
Pairing: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x F!Reader
Side of Simon Riley x Mini MacTavish
Summary: Cringy pick-up lines by Johnny Soap MacTavish. Lamest of the Lamest.
Warning: CRACK FIC. don't take it so seriously. Mature theme, innuendos. swearing, alcohol use.
A/N: Well, I blame @captainsy-cookiemonster for making me snort with laughter at 11 at night, and @deadbranch adding fuel to the fire from this POST by @captainsy-cookiemonster
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"You look like you could use a spa day..."
“What????”  You can just see Gaz cackling himself in the background, knowing what is to come.  OH these boys are up to something.
“Fucking hell MacTavish, that is the worst pick up line I ever heard.” Simon grunted with a hint of amusement. 
“You know, with this luxury cream soap,” He smirks as he pointed towards his crotch,
“Comes from the lower highland area of Scotland, limited edition you cannot get elsewhere, I can guarantee you a smooth sensual experience.”
The cashew nut you just popped into your mouth rolled out onto the table as your jaw dropped open. You hear an unladylike snort, followed by howling laughter coming from Mini before she hides her face into Simon’s chest, trying and failing to contain herself. 
“But it’s working, right Bonnie?” Soap winked at you.
“No.” 
“No?” He pouted. “So you're not coming home with me tonight?”
“John MacTavish, We live in the same house.” you replied with a deadpan expression. “Go flirt somewhere else.” 
“Are you sure you don’t want to give it a test drive for free..” Soap was interrupted by Mini slapping her brother’s head,
“Haud yer wheesht!” “That’ll do MacTavish.”  Simon stood up and picked Soap up by the collar and half lifted him back to the dart board where Gaz is still bending over, wheezing from laughter. 
“These boys…” Mini let out a sigh as her eyes followed Simon’s movement, “Being in the military seriously impairs these boys’ way of flirting.” Popping some mixed nuts into her mouth, “Simon tried to compare himself to a cuddly teddy bear, and König, his was just too rude to repeat, I don’t know how his partner fell for it.” 
“You got to admit, it’s so lame it’s good.” You hide your smile as you take a sip of beer. As cringey and lame Soap’s attempt to flirt with you ( you are sure he only did it as he lost a bet with Gaz,) you kind of like it. 
“Not my brother’s. Oh heaven, It’s going to give me nightmares and images for days thinking about it.” 
“Would you like to try milking some highland cattle…”
“Go to BED JOHNNY.”
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sofasoap · 7 months
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Lastochka - wedding night
Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)
Summary: You want to please your newly wedded husband, just as he has pleased you.
Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night, Esiponage
Warning : E rating. Smutty smut. Dom/Sub vibe. Safe word and consent discussed.
A/N: I am half asleep while proofreading this thing. any mistake I will come back correct it later. and i tried. I really tried. Thank you @siilvan for listening to me ranting about the plot. @nrdmssgs for helping me with Russian word. and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot for rotting my brain and the main trigger to the birth of this fic from this NIKOLAI RENDER
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Rising and falling tone of the Priest's prayer echoes through the wall of the small near empty church, reciting passages from the scripture.
The only two occupant to the ceremony, standing right in front of the altar, was Nikolai and yourself.
You lean your forehead against his, hand in hand, eyes closed, revering in this deep and sacred moment. 
“My Lastochka.” Nikolai murmured. Tinge of emotion in his slightly wavering voice. “My beautiful Lastochka.” he releases one of his hands and cupping your face gently as his thumb caresses your cheek. 
“I can’t give you a real wedding.” His guilt ridden face breaks your heart when he admits to you the harsh reality. “I… we.. we can’t get married legally. I am sorry. I asked you to be mine but…” 
Too many enemies. On both sides. Even with backings of strong allies, he couldn’t risk it. 
Not his beautiful bird. 
Gently grabbing his hands, you splayed it over your heart.
“I couldn’t care less what the world thinks.” you stroked his face. “I am yours already, body and soul.” 
The prayer came to a halt. Both of you open your eyes, and turn towards the and speak in a language you couldn’t quite understand. 
“Time for the vow.” Nikolai helpfully translated as he smiled. “Just repeat after him, as best as you can.” 
Pouting slightly, but couldn’t hide the smirk on your face, “Easier said than done.” You tried, with your best effort. The friendly priest slowed and broke down the sentences in little chunks to help you to get through the vow. You paused slightly at the middle, looking at the priest, then back towards Nikolai. He leaned forward slightly, whispering into your ear. His name. HIS REAL NAME. You nearly choked up as you repeated his name. Feeling it on your tongue. The sound of it in your ear. So sacred. So divine. He truly loves you. Trust you enough to entrust you with his real name. To let you hold that secret that only a handful of people in this world knows.
“See? You did well.” Nikolai squeezed your hand as you slid the simple gold band around his finger, giving you encouragement. Your heart melts and also some nether region which you really shouldn’t be feeling anything at this holy ground starts to heat up as well. 
The priest turned towards him, waving his hand to him, indicating it was his turn. Sentences flowing more freely. Letting his soothing baritone voice washes over you. Now you have the rest of your life to listen to it. You snapped your attention back when he gave your hand a light kiss, after sliding the wedding band on. 
Priest made the final prayer and smiled at you both as he closed his bible. 
“Now we are husband and wife. We are one.” Nikolai leans into your forehead again, cupping both of your face, eyes to eyes, gazing with adoration and love. 
“May I kiss my beautiful bride?” he asked with a husky voice as he hovered his lip mere millimetres away from yours. 
“I wouldn’t say no to that.” you smiled. Tears in your eyes. “The Lastochka is now forever yours. 
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He is never satisfied with just one round.
Oh no. He will always make you scream out his name multiple times. Until you are satisfied. 
Overly satisfied.  
“You begged me for more, my little bird, who am I to deny my lover's request?” he purred, lapping up all the juice seeping out from your swollen lip, beard glistening with all the wetness, inciting another moan and shudder from you. “It will be sin to not make my bride fully satisfied on her wedding night.” 
His ability of coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you is mind blowing. Just as you thought you have nothing left in the tank, he draws out another blessed high out of you. With his tongue, mouth, hand or cock, or even just words of praises. 
You want to show the same amount of attention and love to him as well. 
This is where it leads you, kneeling in front of him, dressed in nothing but revealing lace lingerie, one hand at the base of his shaft, another gently massaging his balls, as you swirl your tongue at the tip of his cock, teasing him.
Nikolai grabs your chin with his thumb and finger, tilting the head up slightly to face him. You gave the tip a good suck, before releasing it with a deliberate pop, as you batter your eyes innocently, contrasting with the sly smile. 
“Being a tease, are we?” he smirked. “Now be a good little bird, Take it all in. Indulge me in what you can do.”  Tracing the contour of your face with his finger, until he reaches your mouth, sticking his thumb in.  “and make sure you swallow every drop of it when I fill this pretty mouth of yours with my pleasure. Nothing is to be wasted.” 
“As you wish…” sucking on his thumb lightly, while your hands running up and down his thigh, “Commander Nikolai.” you cooed. 
Oh, how his cock twitched, muscles tightened and eyes darkened with lust. You know you have played your card right. As much as you like the soft love making session, you also enjoy the dominating and possessive side of him, taking what he needs from you, yet still taking care of your needs. 
He leans back into the armchair, continuing to sip on the whisky from the tumbler glass, while looking down on you with lustful eyes. You couldn’t help it but clenching your thighs together trying to add some friction to sooth the heat and ache of your dripping core. 
Taking a deep breath in, you took as much of his cock into your mouth as possible. His length and girth never ceases to impress you. Sucking, twirling your tongue, where you couldn’t fit into your mouth, you pump it with your hand. Determine to pleasure him, to please him, and to show how much you appreciate him with all you got. 
As you feel his muscles tightening and breath hitching, you know he is getting close to his climax. Flickering your eyes up towards him, you can see him rolling his head back into the headrest, eyes closed and throaty groans could be heard over the obscene wet sound of your ministration. You feel his hand creeping up your shoulder, towards the back of your head, pressing down slightly, urging you to go deep as he thrust his hip up, matching your rhythm. 
Finally with a few more deep strokes, nearly choking you, he let out a loud groan as he finally released his hot cum into your mouth, as he continued to thrust into your mouth in a sloppy manner.
You sup up all his release until every drop of it was swallowed. Almost. You opened your mouth slightly as you pulled back, dragging your lip over the whole length of his still hardened member. 
You deliberately let a bit of your saliva and his cum dribble out as you lick around your lip, fully knowing the consequence of the action. After catching a bit of his breath, he leaned down towards your face, swiping his finger at the corner of your mouth and frowned. 
“What is this?” he tutted, “I think someone hasn’t been listening to my instructions.” 
You feigned displeased look on your face, fingers on your lips, “Oh, I am sorry, what can I do to make up for it?” leaning back onto your heel, you battered your eyes, as you duck your tongues in and out, licking your lip and teeth, questioning him. “Obviously I do deserve to be reprimanded for this… sloppy work.” 
“On your knees.” He demanded as he stood up from his chair, placing his glass onto the side table, slightly harder than intended. 
You followed his instruction quickly as you turned around, getting on all fours on the rug in front of the fireplace. You need him inside you NOW. Your sex is hot and dripping with wants. You tried very hard to refrain from touching yourself in the clit just to release that tension as you were sucking his cock. But you know the wait will be worth it once he starts to slam you with his hard and thick cock.
Kneeling down onto the rug, Nikolai positioned himself behind you. Leaning forward and whispering into your ear,  “Tell me if it's too much, my little bird.” he caresses your back, pushing you down slightly for better position. “You remember the safe word.” you nodded your head before you repeat the safe word both of you agree on, reassuring him.
Straightening himself up again, he grabs the meat of your ass, giving it a hard squeeze and massage before parting the cheek slightly, running the thumb down the crack, teasing a little over the tight ring, enticing a gasp from you, before continues down to the dripping folds of yours, sliding the fingers in and out.
“Wanting me so bad? Look at how wet you are already, and I haven’t even started..” pinching your clit,  you tilt your head back with a wanton moan, “Don’t worry. I will give you what you want, not before I get what I want from you first..”
With that, he grabbed his cock, teasing your opening slightly, sliding it up and down, wetting it before thrusting it in one go. 
It always feels so good. Too good. Getting stretched and taken from behind by him. He always knows where to aim, hitting the right spot, to give you the maximum pleasure, making you squirm and clench around his cock. He just knows your body too well. 
The sound of you moaning and gasping, along with his throaty groan, the slapping sound of body to body,slick wet sound of him thrusting fast in and out of your wet cunt into you echoes throughout the stone walled room, making it so dirty, so erotic, yet so sensual and passionate. 
“You take me so well, my beautiful bird,” he growled. “Look at you, squirming underneath me, you want it so bad? To cum hard on my cock?“ He asked as he changed the angle a bit, ghosting his thumb over your clit, teasing you. 
“Please let me cum please please please… ” you begged as you felt the coiling feeling building up fast.  With another few more hard thrust from him, you screamed out as you reached your orgasm, following not far behind with his own, his hot cum coating the inside of your wall, filling you. 
“Take it all in, Lastochka, take it, Keep it. Feel me, savour it… you mine.. No one else's… No one…..” he rambled on as he kept thrusting, until he was totally spent. Both of you collapsed onto the rug, panting away. He was careful not to put his weight on you, leaning his head into the crook of your neck, peppering you with kisses and words of praises, making sure you are alright.
“Remember, your punishment doesn’t end here… we still have all night to go through.” After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up again. You can feel him nibbling on your earlobe as he runs his hands up and down, grabbing your breast and teasing your nipple.  You can feel his cock starting to harden up again inside you. 
“Anything for you, my dear Nikolai.. Anything to satisfy my beloved husband. Please,take all you want.” you whispered, 
“This Lastochka is all yours, just as you are mine forever, дорогой.” 
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