THE ZOMBIE??? THE BITE??? THE CLIFFHANGER???? NO EARLY DONT DO THIS TO US

THE ZOMBIE??? THE BITE??? THE CLIFFHANGER???? NO EARLY DONT DO THIS TO US

Into Your Veins- Part VI

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All night he thinks about pairing with her.

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ASAJAKSHSJS THIS IS SO DELICIOUS IM SCREAMING

price x reader - clean up

pervy price i'm not sorry <3 cw: masturbation, cnc

price who doesn't hear you when you come home from running errands as he's kneeling on the bed, hand grasped around his cock as he pumps himself.

and he doesn't stop either when you walk through the door frame, frozen in shock as you see his upper body hovering over the bed. one hand gripping the sheets to support himself while the other is working to get every last drop on to the sheets. thick, white juices pooling and seeping through. eyes glance up at you, a tired grin forming on his face when he sees you shift awkwardly in place. "c'mere, sweetheart."

you want to ask questions, but your brain shoves them all to the side as he asks you to come to him. feet instinctively walking towards the bed, stopping at the edge of it. "made a mess, you're gonna help me clean it, yeah?" he coos, nodding towards you. "get undressed for me."

knowing better than to resist his orders, in little time you're stripping from the clothes that cover every inch of you. crawling onto the bed when undressed, he grabs you to position you onto your stomach. your heat aligned with the damp spot on the mattress as his hand presses your lower back down. "let me see you move those pretty hips, hmm," he hums, the hand sliding up your mid back to grab your neck from behind. and as ordered, the wet sheets rubbing against your warmth as you gasp when he gives your neck a squeeze, eyes fixated on the movement of your hips.

"like this?" you whimper, seeking the validation from him you craved so badly when it came to being in bed together.

"just like that." the words a soft growl as you quicken your pace, your own arousal building from the friction. and the unexpected grab of your ass causing you to yelp, but your body pushing pack towards him, not away as would a normal response would be to the sudden action.

"i'm not gonna last very long," you warn him, hands gripping the sheets under you to keep your body in place as you grind against the pool of cum. forehead pressed against the mattress as you try to control your breaths in an effort to prolong your release.

and sure enough, your thighs shake slightly before you're dripping in the same exact spot price did moments earlier. his chuckle bringing you back from the high of your orgasm. and when you're about to sit up and get off the bed to clean yourself, he tugs you back. "said you're gonna help me clean it, didn't i?" hands grabbing to pull you away from the mess on the bed before he's directing you facedown again, this time your face hovering over the spot. "john," you gasp at the realization, glancing back at him.

"eyes forward and tongue out, sweetheart." he mutters, hand grabbing your hair to control your head movement. pressing your face closer to the sheets as your tongue meets the pool of your juices combined.

I said this already but AAAAAAAAAA THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE LAID MY EYES ON EVER!!!

Sugar

Pairing: Nikolai x F!Reader

Word Count: 746

Synopsis: Lingering gazes and teasing kisses lead to a very happy Nik 🫶

A/N: Was nervous writing this cause I wanted it to be well written as my first contribution to the COD writing community— but I hope you like it!! It’s based off of THIS TIKTOK!! Credit goes to them for inspiration! Ignore my clunky layout..

Tw: None! It’s all fluffy content 🫶

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Fingers silently tapped along the side of the can of Red Bull in her hand, eyes fixated on the Russian who spoke on and on about… what was it again?

It started as his recent upgrades to his helicopter that he cared for like it was his masterpiece. Then again, it has helped the team out of so many bad situations on countless occasions, as well as made travel a lot easier. The copter even brought some amusing memories— one incident in particular being one that won’t be let go for a while. It made her smile a little to herself even to this day. She supposed that he had every right to go on and on about such a useful vehicle.

The conversation seemed to drift into more of his travels while flying it than the vehicle itself. That seemed to be the case, anyways, with how he spoke of the common cuisine throughout the countries he’s flown through that he wanted to try.

In all honesty, she hadn’t been listening for the majority of the time he spoke, only catching utterances of how he fitted the copter with new blades to make the flight smoother and how he’s never tried a churro before. Her gaze had been glued to him the entire time, mind stuck on admiring the man before her as they enjoyed their lunch break together. It was hard not to. Seeing him so relaxed in her presence eased her heart and the sound of his voice, thick with his Russian accent, was like music to her ears. The Lieutenant could listen to him talk all day if she could. To add that he was quite handsome, too, only made her infatuation stronger.

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to try?” The sudden question pulled the woman from her thoughts. Her lashes fluttered as she sat up in place, just noticing his expectant gaze lingering on her face. For a moment, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, not knowing whether or not he had noticed her almost lovesick gaze just mere moments ago. If he did, he made no comment or any physical gesture showing that he did. He only kept his intense gaze on her, shifting slightly in place as if anxious to continue his rambling.

“Kissing me.”

“No, fish and chips. Is it really as good as they--...kissing you?”

“What..? Kissing me?” It took everything in her to not laugh at his bewildered look that melted into one of pure confusion. Instead, a look of slight surprise was present on her face, a brow raised in question. Teeth bit at the inside of her lip, watching the gears in his mind turn oh so slowly to try and process the whether or not she actually said that.

He turned his head to face the wall in front of him and across the room. Not understanding his muttered Russian speech, she smiled to herself before downing the rest of the Red Bull in her hand and began to stand. The crinkle of the aluminum in her hand did nothing to catch his attention, nor did her presence standing over his shoulder.

A smirk tugged to her lips, leaning over his shoulder to level her head with the side of his. A free hand rested on his shoulder for balance and her lips pressed firmly against his cheek. The feeling of his facial hair itched lightly against the softness of her lips and for the short moment they remained against his skin, she could swear she felt the surface of his cheek warm against them. The Lieutenant smiled softly at him, stopping by his ear before pulling away completely. “See you later, Sugar.”

The sound of his breath getting caught in his throat pulled a chuckle from her, removing her hand from his shoulder and making her way to the exit. She dropped the empty and crushed can away, the aluminum can clattering against the sides of the trashcan until it reached the bottom.

A silence lingered in the hallway as she began to retreat to the training grounds where she would be supervising drills for a bunch of recruits, but only for a moment as the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps quickly closing the gap between her and the source filled her senses. A smile tugged to her lips, turning around in time to see the pilot red faced but with the dopiest grin pulled onto his face.

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“keep your eyes open, baby,” simon huffs through gritted teeth, watching your face in the mirror. you’re completely fucked out, hot tears streaming down your face and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. his full balls slap against your clit with every thrust, pussy clamping down on him as you approach your third orgasm of the night.

“fuckfuckfuck- simon-“ you can barely choke out, the tight knot in your stomach quickly snapping. he watches as your eyes roll back into your head, blinking rapidly to attempt to maintain focus. your mouth falls open, beautiful lips agape with a silent moan.

you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. and you’re all his too.

“nng— fuck!” his cock twitches, spurting hot cum as deep into your cunt as he can go. he’s relentless, continuing to fuck you as he finishes, a creamy ring of his cum spilling out of you.

you watch simon through wet eyelashes, the mascara you’d put on this morning long gone, a dark stain next to your face in the sheets. his blonde hair is messy, beads of sweat are on his hairline. his eyebrows are furrowed, face scrunched as he tries to hold back his moans. hands squeeze your hips, blunt nails digging into your skin. each squishy groove of your cunt drives him insane, his cock still rock hard.

“no more,” you desperately whine, exhausted from the abuse he’d put your poor pussy through for the last hour.

“one more lovie, can’t get enough of this tight fuckin’ cunt,” simon persuades, reaching an arm around to tickle your swollen clit.

and of course you comply, always so eager to please him and he fucking knows it too.

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@shadofireshinobi, you have asked and I'm here to say LAWD HAMMERCY. NSFW begins below the cut.

Alex thinks you're the softest fucking thing he has in his life, boss.

He absolutely, positively loves the way you feel against him, all supple curves pressed against hardened and battle-scarred muscle, especially at night when you're asleep.

It's not uncommon to turn around and see Alex ogling you, especially if you were/are bending down.

Hates the way you belittle yourself, boss. Fuck you mean your hips are too wide? All the more for him to grab and love on you.

Alex loves to rest his hands on them by the way. Other times, he'll wrap his arms around you and pull you flush against him just so you can understand how much he loves you. You feel how fucking hard you make him? You see how much he desires you? Like fuck will he let you slip between his fingers, boss.

And when you're in the throes of an intense makeout session, best believe those hands are on that plush ass of yours.

Those thighs of yours will be the death of him, whether they're hugging him as he's fucking you or his head is buried between them and feasting on that delicious pussy of yours.

Two words: body worship. Yes, Alex can, and yes Alex will. Fuck around and find out, boss. He'll cover your body from head to toe in kisses. And lovebites. Especially on your thighs, and has no problem telling you how fuckin' perfect you are for him.

Sit on his face, too. You won't hurt him, boss. Not by a long shot. He absolutely wants that pussy and those thighs to smother him.

Remember how he likes to rest his hands on your hips? He likes to grip them like his life depends on it, too, as he's busy impaling you on his dick from the back.

Will also have you in a mating press because he wants to see everything. E-VERY-THING. Don't hide your face, let him fucking see it, boss.

Post-coital cuddles after sex are a given. You're in his arms and he's running those hands all over your body, making you shiver and sigh, and oh, what's that, boss? Ready for round two?

Oh what I would GIVE for price to pick me up at an airport bar 😮‍💨🥺💗

I flew the first time to the US and the machine had technical issues so we started 3 hours late, I missed my connection flight, so jow I am in DC in a hotel (provided by the airline thank god) and all I can think of is how price sitting at some random airport hotel at bar and piking me up. He could. Others not so much xD

i know this took a second to get to, i hope your trip went well and you're at your destination/home safely!!!

"flight delayed?" a voice says next to you at the airport bar, pulling your attention away from your phone. there's a man leaning on the counter right next to you, tall and handsome with powder blue eyes and the most ridiculous facial hair you've seen in a while. it still works for him, somehow.

"mmm, kind of. first flight got delayed enough that i missed my connecting, and now i'm just waiting for the airline to get a hotel room situated until my flight tomorrow." you say with a frustrated wrinkle of your nose.

"the future of your evening is in the hands of an airline? condolences. may i sit with you while you wait for your fate to be decided, then?" he asks. what a gentleman, anyone else would've just sat themselves down.

"sure, yeah." you say, and he grins at you as he settles onto the barstool next to you and holds out his hand.

"john." you shake his hand, it's huge and calloused and warm, and it's so instantly comforting to have your hand in his that you almost forget to let go of it.

"nice to meet you. are you in the same boat, then?" you ask as you sip your drink, something sweet and delicious with an abv high enough to take the sting out of being stranded at an airport. john flags down the bartender and orders a drink (whiskey on the rocks) before responding.

"similar boat." he says with a tight smile, and he does not make any sort of move to expand on that. you're not gonna push, it's not that important. he's just a nice smile in an airport bar, you don't need details, really.

"what a mess, sorry that's happening to you." you sigh as the bartender sets john's drink down.

"oh, i'll be alright. i've got a room waiting for me, i just don't fancy turning in yet. not when there's still such lovely company to talk to." he raises his glass and nods to you before taking a sip. it's hard not to feel bashful about a large, handsome stranger sweet talking you like that.

"i dunno about lovely-" you start.

"i do. perfectly lovely, just look at you." john says as he gently brushes some of your hair away from your face. you can't help but lean into the brush of his fingertips a little.

"that ok?" he asks quietly, with expectant eyes. you just nod, and he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours. "how about that?"

you nod wordlessly again, heart racing in your chest, and he smiles at you, eyes crinkling in the corners as he sips his drink. the combination of exhaustion and the thrill of a hot stranger paying attention to you like this is impairing your judgement even more than your drink, it'd seem. normally you'd never let a stranger do something like that, but for some reason it's acceptable when john does it. more than acceptable, it's fucking hot, actually. he looks at you a moment, seemingly studying you before he tosses back the rest of his drink and leans into your space.

"cards on the table, i saw you as i was headed to catch a cab and i just thought it would be such a waste if i didn't at least stop and try to get you to come back to my hotel with me. no offense taken if you don't, but i really, really would prefer to spend my evening in the company of a pretty girl." he says in a low tone as he wraps his arm around your ample waist, and holy shit. holy fucking shit. nobody's ever spoken to you quite like that before, especially not an attractive stranger. you can't help but glance behind you for some other, prettier girl that he might be talking to. there's no one.

"what? me?" you whisper incredulously, which only makes him chuckle. it's a nice sound, like he thinks it's cute that you're confused. he nods and hums his assent.

"mhm. we'll go to my room, do as little or as much as you want, and you can spend the night. in the morning i'll get breakfast brought up and pay for your uber back to the airport. you can fight with the airline to reimburse you for your wasted time later, instead of waiting for them to give you a bed."

"that's a very... practical proposition." you laugh, and he joins you.

"i really, really want you to say yes." he admits with a chuckle, and something inside of you tells you he means it. he's attracted to you, and wants to act on it. holy fucking shit, the worst part of your trip is quickly becoming the best part. you toss back what's left of your drink and flag down the bartender to close your tab.

"ok. yes." you smile at him, and it earns you a full-handed squeeze to your hip. you sign the receipt in front of you as john stands to lead you out. "out of curiosity, what made you pick me tonight?"

"love me a girl with a big, bouncy..." he pauses, and leans back, blatantly staring at your big ass. "...personality."

you throw your head back and laugh, taking his elbow as he waggles his eyebrows at you and leads you to the exit. the night's still young, but you can tell this is going to be the best layover ever.