The Cool Down Room Today:

“Attracting a tempest”

Soft lips caressing my skin.

Italy’s heat embracing my senses, meanwhile you discover my body’s riddles.

Why are you so infatuated with my skin?

Perhaps, you could be a cannibal.

Never-mind, you’re too vegetarian for that.

Nonetheless, you don’t believe in religion. And you still worship me as if I was reading the Testament to you.

Stay on your knees.

Crawl to me.

Start praying.

Repeat after me.

Kiss your way to my lips. And shatter my heart.

Can we call this infatuation of yours Love?

Is it love?

Or is it just hunger?

You tell me.

Your Captain

Pairing: John Price x f!reader OC Tank

Warnings: mutual Pining, fluff, smut/nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of violence, bullet wounds, injury, Shower sex, theft, slight dom Price, age gap in my head Price is 41

Summary: Your exhausted after a mission and need help from your Captain getting out of your gear.

A/N: written after coming across an anon ask to  @yeyinde and @irnbru32​ Shower Price,  please as always comments and feedback welcome 

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

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The mission went better than expected, but what did you expect you where in the company of the best. 

 You got back to the base, exhausted and weak. Everything ached, all your gear felt 10 times heavier. You lay down on the cold concrete floor the solidness of it grounding you. You really couldn’t be bothered making it back to your quarters, leave me here you thought as the other walked past you laughing. Gaz bending down offering his hand to help you up. You declined shooing his hand away closing your eyes.

Price walked back to were you had crashed yourself down.

“Can’t stay there all night, Kid” - he grumbled at you. You opened your eyes to find him crouched over your head. His face just as ruddy as yours but he wore it well, better in fact. His eyes crinkled by his smile. Your Captain. You owed him more than you could ever offer and all he asked for in return was you come back to him safe and in one piece, but he asked that of all of you the whole of the squad…you weren’t special but he made you feel like you where.

“Leave me here Sir…I’ll sleep in my tact gear” - You close your eyes again the image of his bright blue one’s burned in your lids. You felt him shift the smell of tobacco, gun oil and dirt waved off him. You were taken by surprise when your felt his heavy hand loop under your tact vest to get a grip of the shoulder strap. He began to drag you across the floor muttering something about if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad…

“Captain?…what…wait i’ll get up!”- You were laughing, but you couldn’t hide the slight hysteria in your voice. You sounded giddy you felt giddy, maybe it was just the head rush of getting to your feet or was it the way his eyes watched you like a hawk to make sure you didn’t flop back down on the ground.

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It's so uncreative I'm actually scared that someone already made this

he is so soft (x)

Why does he look dazed and confused

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my sexuality is currently carlos slowing down just enough to let charles pass checo in the belgian sprint race

monster!konig x hybrid!bunny!reader whos horny everyday all day and when hes back from his mission shes clinging onto his leg and begging him to fuck her while shes humping his shoe :(

Konig is a bit cruel. This man wants you desperate for him - so when the colonel spots you acting simply pathetic, begging for his cock while presenting your glossy, juicy hole just for him, he only wants to make you even more desperate. He will not even let you touch his tentacles - he would rather push you down, on your back, like a horny bunny you are. You're smearing your juices all over his boot, humping him with absolutely no care in the world...and he adores it, of course, he does - this is such a pretty sight, after all, and he really wants to indulge in you. Your colonel is back from his mission and you cling to him, like a dumb bunny you are - you murmur something about missing him, about being absolutely distraught without his presence, and you just don't understand what else is there to do...you are coming all over his boot, despite blood still being smeared all over it, and he pets your head and calls you his dumb, adorable bunny( you can't take it! he is too hot, you can't control yourself... He adores how horny you are - he is keeping you on his lap all of the time, stuffed with his tentacles so your hungry holes will never go empty. You're simply adorable like this, and he can't wait to stuff you with eggs - even if someone is watching you two, he would just bite your ears suggestively and tell you to be even louder, so everyone could witness what a little slut his bunny wifey is. This is just how bunnies are - you bounce on his cock like a good girl, you warm his tentacles with your throat and you accept his eggs into your puffy, abused pussy and your tight ass - and you would fall asleep on his lap after, allowing him to pet your hair and adore your helpless body.

carlos sainz in 2013 on the red bull junior team competing on the GP3 and racing with a car with the number 4 in it.

lando norris formula 2 car having a chili symbol on it.

they are soulmate in a very "and isn't it just so pretty to think that all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?" coded way.