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celestialwhoree · 2 days

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𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧 𝐆𝐨 - 𝟔

You're not sure whether asking Nikto how he worked out what your favourite foods are is a good idea. Realistically, you know that men in his field are required to be perceptive, to pick out the smallest of details which may be useful later. He's been in your house so many times, in your fridge for a left over slice of pie, or the less that you can barely consider a garage to grab whatever tool he'd needed to fix your wobbly fencepost. On the one hand, his awareness of you, what you like and dislike, is comforting. It feels safe to have someone so constantly tuned in on your frequency. Safe. On the other? Having someone so impossibly attentive to your needs is unsettling. It's been far too long since you've had someone shadowing your day-to-day life - and Nikto is, undeniably, like a shadow.

The picnic is - it's really sweet. Well intentioned. The execution, admittedly is rudimentary, but you're just splitting hairs. A guy set you up a picnic after you practically sucked off his face in your kitchen. You're pretty sure most would've run had they felt the sheer reverence, the need in your kiss. He fixed your fence.

Now you're sat rather awkwardly beside one another, picking at a strange assortment of cheeses and fruits, making stilted conversation as you watch a herd of cows graze a couple of fields down.

"How did you know my fence was broken?" You hum in an absent, obvious attempt to keep the conversation going. Tough considering you barely know anything about Nikto, and yet he seems to know everything about you. Your weak endeavour towards filling the stillness between the two of you obviously doesn't go unnoticed - nor does the way your make an effort to dig deeper and see just how much of you Nikto actually catches.

"You hit it with your car a few weeks ago." He states bluntly, leaving you flushing a beet red. Foolishly, you'd always believed that your sub-par driving skills were just imagined, that no one saw you the way you saw yourself. Clearly, you've been wrong all along.

"You do have your drivers license, yes?" Nikto continues to chide, unable to help the way his blood rushes south when you blush, fluttering your lashes as you avert your gaze to the strawberry you'd been just about to eat. "Mhm." You mumble, trying to feign an indignant look - futile, seeing as he's already caught you in the act of your embarrassment.

"I can help you if you would like." Nikto utters, before he too turns his burning face towards the gingham blanket he'd found whilst trawling the grocery store in the small hours of this morning, trying to be as prepared as possible for your date. He's far too quickly become accustomed to your little quirks and reactions, the way you flinch like a frightened bunny from loud noises, or worry at your lip when you're nervous but still trying to seem nonchalant. You're hardly ever nonchalant about anything. He sees that too. "Is it the car that you struggle with?" He tries, so desperately, to claw himself from the hole he's seemingly fallen into, painfully aware that he's probably coming off as some condescending, patronising prick. He knows you can drive. Kind of. However, the thought of helping you, spending time with you, taking all of the menial tasks of daily life out of your hands, he can't help but to yearn for it. Or maybe it's just you. You're the one thing he finds himself wanting for after a life of solitude. You, your silly little shoes, and strawberry flavoured lips, your bows and pearls. You with a smile so bright it's blinding, and a laugh that could bring the cruelest of men to his knees. You are what he yearns for. The silver lining to the rainclouds which have so long darkened his days. You, you, you.

He doesn't even realise you'd been talking until you stop. Only, of course, to take the next best course of action towards capturing his attention, shuffling towards him until you're sat flush against his side, blinking up at him with a look that clearly suggests that you're asking for permission. The fact that he doesn't get hard right then and there is a miracle - though he's not sure if it's one that'll last. At least, not when you finally work up the guts to crawl up into his lap like a needy cat, searching for attention by any means possible. Last week he was barely refraining from tearing your clothes off and taking you on the counter in your kitchen. This is far more intimate. This is what he wants.

He wants to see the way your cheeks flush pink when his hands slide up your skirt, just enough to brush the calloused pad of his thumb over the delicate lace of your underwear. With bated breath, he wants to watch the way the late afternoon sun turns your hair into a halo of molten metal, cascading from the crown of your head in some glorious inferno.

The little sound of your breath hitching as he noses at your jaw is only the first nail in the cruelest of coffins, burying him alive under the crushing weight of his adoration for you. This, he thinks, this is what he's waited for. This is both his reward, and his punishment for the toil of his career, of his life. His reward, you, so sweet and soft in his lap, pliable as gold, glittering as the brightest of precious stones. Breaking you, breaking your pretty, trusting heart, is entirely out of the question. He'd rather shoot himself in the kneecaps. Walk headfirst into enemy territory and beg to be tortured. Step on a landmine. Any and all of it would be better than seeing you hurt.

Whilst he can't find the words for the way he adored you, he can most definitely find the actions.

Nothing, no man, has ever made you feel the way you do as Nikto eases you to lie back on the picnic blanket, hooking your knees over his shoulders. A kiss to your inner thigh. "I hope you don't mind people hearing, Princess. I intend to make you scream."

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nervoushottee · 19 hours

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More | John Price x Fem! Reader

Summary: You’re stressed out of your mind and John knows exactly what you need to relax

Warnings: Explicit 18+, just sex, just porn little plot, you’re getting fucked from the back babes

Notes: Y’all this is literally a pattern. I’m ovulating… I’ve been reading a lot of 141 fanfiction and I just needed to write about my big man Price. Enjoy hottees

*this is unedited and probably doesn’t make any sense. Sorry not sorry*

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“Fuck John-” you mutter out. You can hardly hear yourself with how loud and filthy he’s fucking into you. Your brain fuzzy, all the contents of worry and stress slowly easing out of you with each thrust.

Your cheek pressed against the soft sheets of his bed, your hands placed on each side of you as your fingers softly curl into the linen. You back arched as your ass hits against his lower stomach and pelvis. His thick cock making your insides clench when he hits that certain spot. You don’t even notice the small amount of drool slipping out of your mouth onto the mattress.

“This is all you needed isn’t it? Just need me to fuck the stress out of that pretty head of yours. My sweet girl, fucking look at you.” John explains. You whine at his words, clenching at the way he calls you his sweet girl. You were, you were his good girl. His. His. His.

Hours before, you were stressed out of your mind with everything that had been happening. You couldn’t even imagine how John manages to handle everything with being Captain. The small amount of work compared to his big load made you feel like shit for complaining, stressing and crying over it to your lover. But you should’ve know better, because John Price would never think your stressors were lesser than his.

You were his world, his everything. If you asked him to jump, he would ask how high. If you need ice cream that was only made in Italy, he would be on the next flight out. If you need comfort from your stressors, he is going to give it to you. And he thought the best way to give it to you this time to fuck your brain dumb.

“It’s been a while since I’ve fucked you like this love.” The sound of his voice grounding you from your haze. His hands sliding against your ass, gripping softly before releasing. He wasn’t wrong. Usually, your sexual rendezvous were soft, intimate and saccharine. An intense love shared between you two after a long day on base. Slow and pleasurable that you loved all the same. But when the was time for this, you loved every minute of it.

“More.” you whine into the sheets. Your words were muffled, but you knew John heard you all the same. You feel his dick slow down inside of you, causing you to whimper, feeling the weight of John’s chest against your back. “You sure love?” he whispers against your ear. You push your ass against him, ushering him to move. Wiggling and making an effort to show him you wanted more. You hear him groan against your ear, peppering kisses down your neck.

“Yes sir. Please.”

The last bit of contact you got from him was a soft kiss against your shoulder before he got back into his position and started to ram into you. This time at a deafening pace than before.

You gasp at the sudden change of pace and cry out loudly. Fuck this feels so good. The way he pushes his thickness in and out of you so quickly. Making you feel winded, numb and so fucking blissful.

“Fucking love when you talk to me like that. My good fucking girl. You’re so good to me, letting me fuck you like this.” You feel your lips turn up into a small smile as you grip the sheets tightly into your hands. You knew your words would put him over the edge like this. He’s always calm and collected, always catering to your needs and wants. But sometimes, most times, you wanted him to let loose. To go all the way with you, and lose himself. He didn’t always need to be this perfect captain he tries so hard to be. He was perfect in every way to you. But you wanted him to make you his, to unwrap his fantasies on to you and let you take care of him.

His hands gripping your ass firmly, moving you so you can match his thrusts. He wasn’t stopping his rhythm. If anything he was going even faster, chasing his own pleasure as you simply take what he gives you. “Thank you sir- thank you, please don’t stop- please.”you cry out. You hear him chuckle at your words.

“Oh love, I’m just getting started.”

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vasyandii · 1 day

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question about Krueger and König! can they speak any Arabic and have they bonded with Sami "Zero" Zakaria over their somewhat shared ethnicity?

Hello Hello! Thank you so much for the ask! It makes me really happy to get them and see the people like my headcanons :3 As always, the art is by me!!

I think Darius (König) and Sebastian (Krueger) are on different levels in terms of their language retention due to how they were raised :3 for example;

Darius can understand spoken Arabic since his father made it so their household spoke some the language, however he can't read or write Arabic, and has trouble pronouncing words. He didn't care much for it since it was hard for him to understand once he started going to school :(

Sebastian on the other hand, cannot understand Arabic at all. His mother (Darius' Aunt) made an effort to not speak the language at home, so He started learning when he was way older. Since he has perfect pitch, replicating tone is easy for him (kind of like when you sing songs in a language you dont speak). Writing is from right to left is easy for him too since it says on his dossier that he's ambidextrous. He can "read" and replicate Arabic, but he doesn't understand what the words mean.

I think Darius wouldn't bond with Sami over their shared ethnicity because he's very indifferent about it, but they do respect each other. But Sebastian definitely has bonded to a person similar to Sami; my favorite Jackals operator... *DRUM ROLLS* AZUR!!

Azur, from his voice lines, is shown to be pretty good natured. Sami is more similar to Sebastian on the pretense that they're both a little rowdy :)

So what would end up happening is Sami teaching Sebastian words like "Qadib" or "Kes Ommak" and telling him that it means "How are you"/ "You're welcome" because he thinks it's funny, and Azur trying his ass off to prevent that xD (In my mind those two are similar to the cousins)

I hope my answers make sense, since I tend to ramble; As a Thank you for reading, please have these old doodles of the Cousins from when I originally thought of the headcanon xD

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toomanywordsnllines · 1 day

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First attempt at a punk Soap drawing 😭😭😭 I didn't enjoy the composition but he turned out cute so I guess he's forgiven

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 1 day

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Before, all I heard was silence

A rhapsody for you and me

And every melody is timeless

Life was stringing me along

Then you came and you cut me loose

Was solo, singing on my own

Now I can't find the key without you

And now your song is on repeat

And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat

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arian-velikan · 3 days

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Scared for your life

John "Soap" Mactavish x Cagefighter!Male!Reader.

Quick oneshot that jumped on my mind while working on "Judge of your own life", a story featuring Lawyer!Male!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley.

Warnings: smut but not that explicit (EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL)!, Mild blood, depiction of violence and fluff.

Male!Reader is depicted as 1.90 m (6'2 feet) and John is 1.88 m (6'1 feet).

{Male!Reader} action name: Eos = dawn in ancient greek.

@bnh8

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Dead silence filled the ambience. One punch, two punches, a dodge, a taken hit to the temple and the parting of the two contestants.

'What? You too scared to fight me Eos?'.

The stocky builded opponent spoke in a smug tone as he whiped out the blood and warm saliva on his mouth and he narrowed his brown eyes at his enemy.

Eos didn't respond, he locked eye contact seezing the ringing in his ears and the two began to move, circling inside the caged ring like two cats almost prone to fighting.

Eos was more quiet and his steps were more precise while the other's were heavier.

Again, dead silence filled the stadium, and the twp stared at eachother.

In a swift move the two made physical contact and...

'And the winner of this encounter is...Eos!!!'

A man in a black and white shirt and long pants shouted on the dark grey mic as he tugged Eos by the wrist and held it up while white flashes of phones and cheers filled the stadium. News reporters directed the big cameras to the winner as he was looking around while breathing heavily.

The referee then signaler to the medical troup that went to the jaw broken opponent laying on the ring's floor and brought him away while being followed by his trainer and business man.

Eon was now breathing normaly and, after he watched with his empty (eye/color)ed eyes the opponent being brought away, the looked at the referee before smirking and bringing his arms to the hair in victory before doing his signature victory sign (two fist bumbs on his chest and fist on the hair).

Thw crowd was going wild at the gesture and cheered only more.

'Hey hey! bring the camera to him! Like this!!' A news reporter said in an exciting way. 'This is his 30th victory and now he will earn on of the most prestigious prizes for his cathegory!'

While the news reporter spoke, Male!Reader shifted his gaze to the croud searching for a group of people in particular, specifically for a person. He widened and spized his eyes while spinnig slowly on his position trying to find them.

Then they locked eye contact and Eon smiled at them. Four men, sitting in the V.I.P area, two cheering their lungs out while two clapping their hands, the bearded one smiling and nodding and the masked one with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

{Male!Reader} recieved his price, a medium golden throphy with a man putting his left fist in the air and his right hand holding the golden belt of an opponent laying seated unconscius on the front left pillar on the throphy, and went to answer some questions with his manager to some news reporters.

'Damn, knew ya' boyfriend was a beast but not this'

Price said arching his eyebrows and laying on the back of the feather red chair.

'He has some decent skill, went for the unprotected part of the body, the face, and broke is jaw'

Simon adjusted his off-duty black mask and crossed his arms

'That was fucking FANTASTIC!!! Is this like the third round this evening??? I want to see more of him!!!' Kyle was over the ceiling yelling praises like 'Fucking fantastic' or 'We want to see more of you'.

John was proud of the cage fighter and he had a smile as big ad his cheeks could allow it and looked at the rest of his team on leave.

'Told you all, but I'm glad y'all adored the show, eheh, ain't dis a good one?'.

'Yer right, though I got a bit worried as he played the second match'

Laswell said while sighing and looking at her wife as she agreed and looked at the empty stadium.

After all of the people went away, they went down the stairs and waited for {Male!Reader} to exit the changing room. After he reached them they all chatted away to the main doors.

'Kid you got some fine moves! No wonder why it took you only some well placed punches to take him down'

Price spoke first giving a friendly hard pat on {Male!Reader}'s back and made him jolt before giving out a chuckle.

They all went out the stadium and, while everyone went back to the hotel, only Soap and {Male!Reader} stayed back.

'Soooo, what does my favourite fighter do in his free time? I can see slightly tan lines around the eyes and on yah arms'

Soap said in a slighlty teasing tone as they began to go to Eon's motorcycle.

'Mh, I went to the beach, worked, got up, ate and repeat. Gotta say that days are boring without yah'

He wrapped a hand around the other's waist and kissed his temple.

'Eh, you're right, civilian life is boring after all' He smiled as he hugged him.

'Sergent John Mactavish, you're the one having all the fun here, exploding things and people's heads off during missions, getting on Laswell's or Simon's nerves and not to mention always having a competition with Kyle'

He laughed as he put on his black and red motorcycle helmet while looking at him before getting another helmet and putting it on Johnny's head.

'You know lad, I think I have another idea of having fun'

Soap smirked as he traced the middle of {Male!Reader}'s clothed chest before going lower and grasping his waist and bringing him closer.

'Watch your mouth or you will end up in a situation you wont like, cheeky bastard'.

He amirked under the helmet and they both then drove off finally arriving at their flat.

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A warm fog filled the apartament accompanied by the soft noise of water running.

{Male!Reader} was tense, strangely tense, as he was huffing out hair and pressing his hands on the wall clearly not having a relaxing time as he thought so.

John was waiting for him on their shared bed, sitting and leaning his back on the bedframe while reading a book. He had a bad feeling since the start but tried to brush it off along the road sitting on the back seat of the motor cycle.

He eventually decided to go over the door and check on him.

'M'eudail (My love) are you ok? You have been there for a lot now' Soap knocked and entered. He found his boyfriend having his head down, though the figure was blurry for the steam, he was as clear as the sun how he was feeling.

'Yes, I think.'

His blurry figure turned to look at him and with his hand wiped away the white fog over the pannel of the shower door.

After some minutes of silence he spoke lowly but still audible.

'Do you want to join?'

He proposed opening slightly the door and putting his hand out. His tone was uncertain.

John didnt waste any time as he stripped and hopped on. They helped eachother wash their hair and in between their shapoo usage they didnt waste anytime exchainging kissed but it seemed that {Male!Reader} was rather...affectionate, more than normal to say the least.

'What's wrong big guy? You seem to be very touch starved'.

John said while chocking on a half-grunt as his boyfriend left a red spot on his collarbone.

'What? Cant I kiss my lad anymore?'

He looked at him squinting his {eye/color}ed eyes. He arched his eyebrow as he pushed the other to the water stained wall and continued to bite and kiss him like his life depended on it.

'Hey, I am *sighs* serious mo charaid (my friend), what's wrong?'

He tilted his neck to the side giving {Male!Reader} more access.

He wasnt one of many words, rather more action.

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When these two met, John was not in the 141 yet and he was in his first ever mission after militar graduation (I...dont know if that's a thing but bare with me). John, not even Soap, Mactavish was with a squadron to clean off a human trafficking quarter with a strong possibilty of even being a mafia outpost.

The mission went south and young Soap had to hide in a seemingly abandoned stadium nearby. Too bad that 'abandoned stadium' full of scaffoldings was in renovation and inside there was a young {Male!Reader} training for his first ever championship.

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His movements were gentle but firm and left out a choked whine while closing his eyes and biting down the warm base of the neck under him.

His tired sounds were as harsh as thrusts. Not bothering to check on the other as that was how the John prefered it.

'Not talking are we Jonnhy? Do you prefer to be filled up or what? Only some months without me reduced you in this state?'

He was serious

They both were panting heavely and parted making the distance between them a bit more. {Male!Reader} engulfed him in his embrace and pampered him with kisses.

'Sorry if I went too hard on you, I dont know what has gotten into me' he face palmed himself and looked at him sadly.

'Dont worry about it, I had harsher treatments'

{Male!Reader} fell silent and his face turned into one of mild worry as he hesintantly and softly touched the medium scar on the other's head while thinking of what the encounter with that motherfucker of a russian terrorist, Makarov.

'The first time I've seen you on that hospital bed was the worst'

He teared up but the tears were only getting mixed with the strangely scorcing water.

'you looked so pale and so without life..., all those tubes attached to your chest and the one going down your throat....and that white bandage wrapped tightly arounf your forehead'

Johnny's eyes wavered because, in their years of relationship and 20 of knowing eachother, he only saw him cry a handfull of times. He looked at him and a small smile formed on his soft face before taking Eon's face in both of his hands and smiling more.

'We need to work on your ability to express what you feel in words but that is a matter for later'

'I am not going anywere my love, not anytime soon as I promised myself to see you as the last thing before closing my eyes..'

He kissed him and after slightly parting their lips, he spoke lowly.

'My Dawn'.

Their were now laying on the sofa and watching an action movie with Mactavish blabbering about all the incorrections during the stealth missions and clearence of the rooms before looking at his boyfriend who was laying his head on his lap.

'So how about a second round? Can I ride you this time?'

His tone was rather happy and he had big puppy eyes too.

{Male!Reader} was face palming himself mentally and physically.

'You really are bored aren't you?'

He looked at him and sighed before nodding.

'On the bed, now.'

-The End

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