Villa’s Fan Fics ;)

Obsessed with Captain Price, blame the daddy issues. Mostly CoD fan fic. Smut. Any requests? 18+!! Tiktok: maya_villa19 for c ai bot chats<3

[maya-19]

Anyone into fan fic? CoD?Smut?

I wanna start posting them!

If anyone has requests lmk please ;)

I need ideas and will deffo be updating daily

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Long-Distance Love Has A New Stand-In For The In-Between

Anyone who has lived through a long-distance relationship knows the problem is rarely the big moments. It is the in-between hours that wear you down, the stretches between calls when there is simply no one to narrate your day to. That gap is exactly where AI companion platforms have quietly found their footing, and where SweetDream has built something worth noticing.

On sweetdream.ai, the appeal is less about novelty and more about presence. You design a companion whose personality and voice feel right to you, then talk to them the way you would talk to anyone you miss. The conversations are emotionally intelligent and remember context, so the relationship has a thread running through it. There are voice messages for the morning, real-time phone calls that sound genuinely human for the lonelier nights, and AI-generated photos and even video that give the companion a face you recognize.

It is worth saying plainly: this is not a replacement for the person you are waiting to see again. But as a way to soften the distance, an AI girlfriend that actually keeps up with your life is a meaningful thing. And the privacy is total, which, for anyone navigating a relationship across time zones, matters more than most companies admit.

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His POV: Filthy With You

I want her ruined.

Hair plastered to her slick back,

sweat tracing every ridge of her spine like a filthy halo.

She moans into my mouth—

not soft, not shy—

while I hold her down on my cock,

deep and deliberate,

not sweet, not slow,

but like she’s meant to be there.

Because she fucking is.

She rides me like she’s starving—

tight as sin, soaked through,

her cunt gripping me like a fist in silk.

Every clench, every spasm is a command,

pulling me deeper,

milking me like she owns every drop I have.

And maybe she does.

I grab her hips like they’re mine to bruise,

watch her tits bounce—

a perfect mess, nipples pierced, begging to be tugged.

I pinch them hard,

watch her gasp, eyes wild,

mouth falling open when I buck up into her—

slow, teasing thrusts at first,

just to hear her whine,

then deeper, rougher, relentless—

until she’s gasping for air,

nails carving into my chest,

shaking like she’s on the edge of unraveling.

She kisses me like she’s starving for it—

tongues tangling, spit-slick,

biting, needy,

not tender.

Predatory.

Like she wants to consume me whole.

And fuck, I’d let her.

Her moans get louder,

raw and filthy in my ears—

no shame, just need.

I flip her over,

hands flat to the mattress,

her ass arching up like a promise,

and she’s already trembling when she begs:

“Please—don’t stop—”

Like I fucking could.

I grab her by the throat,

pull her up to whisper filth into her ear

as I fuck her hard—

deep, punishing strokes that make her cry out,

make her legs shake,

make her mine.

Her eyes roll back, mouth open in a scream,

fingers clawing at the sheets like she’s falling apart.

And she is—

falling to pieces on my cock,

soaking me, wrecked and ruined and perfect.

I don’t pull out.

I growl her name as I finish inside her,

hot and thick,

filling her to the brim until it leaks from her—

dripping down her thighs,

smeared between us,

a beautiful, filthy mess we made together.

And when I look down at her—

used, fucked out, glowing with it—

chest heaving, lips swollen,

my cum still dripping out of her—

I know one thing for certain:

I’m not done.

Not even close.

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MOMMYYYY

He's on his knees.

Naked. Hard. Eyes wide with need.

His lips are pink from where he's bitten them, his thighs tense, his hands behind his back just like I told him.

Obedient. Aching.

Exactly where I want him.

I sit back in the chair, legs spread just enough to show him the outline of my cunt beneath soft black lace.

I'm not touching myself.

I don't need to.

Because watching him fall apart for a taste of me?

That's enough to make me drip.

He's staring-hungry, desperate, the tip of his cock leaking with every shallow breath.

"Look at you," I murmur.

"So fucking needy. Is this all it takes? My thighs open and your brain turns to mush?"

He moans.

I lean back, slowly slide my panties to the side.

My folds glisten under the low light-slick, swollen, ready.

And I don't even let him touch.

Just watch.

His breath stutters.

He shifts on his knees like it hurts to stay still.

And I know it does.

But that's the point.

"You want to taste me?"

l ask it softly, like it's a gift I might give.

He nods, frantic.

"No," | snap. "Use your words."

"Please," he gasps.

"Please, let me. I want it so fucking bad—

Mommy, I need it-"

I slide a finger between my folds, slow and lazy.

Then raise it to my lips, suck it clean.

His eye lids fall, half way.

"You want this?" | purr.

He groans, his voice breaking.

"Yes. Please. Let me taste your pussy, Mommy. I'll do anything-just let me—"

I grin.

"Then crawl."

He freezes.

Like the command stuns him.

Then he drops, palms flat, crawling toward me like an animal.

Slow. Controlled. His cock dragging between his thighs, red and soaked with pre-cum.

I open my legs wider.

Let the scent of me fill the space between us.

He's trembling by the time he reaches me.

I hook a finger under his chin.

"You gonna be good for Mommy now?"

"Yes. Yes, I swear-please-"

I guide his face between my thighs.

And when his mouth touches me?

Fucking heaven.

His tongue is desperate.

Long licks, slow circles, messy and eager-like he's starving.

He moans into my cunt, nose buried, hands gripping my thighs, trying to hold me in place like he'll fall apart if I move.

I ride his face, soft at first-then harder.

Grinding my pussy into his mouth as he licks and sucks with shameless hunger.

Every flick of his tongue against my clit is perfect,

every sound he makes while buried in me pure worship.

I tug his hair.

"Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."

And he doesn't.

He devours me, drinks from me, lives between my thighs.

I come on his face, loud and unashamed-legs trembling, hips grinding down as I flood his mouth,

and he fucking moans like my pleasure is his.

When I finally pull him back, he's gasping-face soaked, lips red.

I kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.

"Good boy," | whisper.

He whimpers.

Hard again.

Still desperate.

And I haven't even let him come yet.

[maya-19]

Any cod requests?

[maya-19]

Guys, any advice on writer’s block? I have a few pieces half written, and I can’t find motivation or creativity right now to finish and post them here☹️☹️

HELP ME WITH TIPS PLEASE I LOVE YOU

[45percenterthen]

you ever speak to your best friend and it just absolutely centres you. oh yeah none of that shit matters. I love you

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Real

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Villa🖤

you have summoned me. So hear me out for a recency au idea if you're ever interested -

Captain Price x chubby f!reader: he's late 30's, she's mid to late 20's.

• Imagine John like a Mr.Darcy except he's an uncle's friend or reader's brother's captain. Eligible asf in the town but he's soooo busy being a fancy pants army man.

• The ladies and their mothers bore him, until he catches reader who is equally as busy trying to be an apothecary owner. Happily taking on the reputation of 'witch' so people will leave her alone. the bitch is unhinged. Classy and cold but you never know if she's going to make a man and his ancestors faint or not.

• John mistakes her for the help or random person when he comes to her home, he's going to be staying over during his leave. He rubs her the wrong way until he meets her again when he's formally introduced.

• They're both not backing down at all, the tension is palpable. Everyone is amused to say the least and very interested to see how long it takes before reader and John discover they're actually good together.

• Cue the match making where the unexpected people start drawing up plans to get them together, so they involve 3rd parties meaning suitors for John and one for reader. There is nothing like jealousy to get things flowing.

Add in smut if you're comfortable however you can totally leave that out if you decide you like this idea 🖤 It's yours now to do with as you please .

xo 💋

Oooohh I love this. When I get the time off from uni in a few weeks, I’m running to do this 🤭🫣

[maya-19]

Anyone have any suggestions or requests for call of duty fan fiction?

🫢🫢

[maya-19]

Anyone else feel like god of fury didn’t give them that ‘I wish I could read it for the first time again’ feeling?

Like I loved the book but it didn’t get me all sad and wanting to read it for the first time again🥲🥲

[doctorslippery]

This is sibling to the "I checked 15 books out of the library. I've read 3 of them. They're all due back tomorrow. ... ... ...but hey, I'll come home with 15 new books."

[14ferluvr]

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Build me a home library and I’ll love you forever🫶🏻🫶🏻

[toastbutteregg]

[im-insecure-dont-know-what-for]

this is so me

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WHO SAW RINA KENTS TIKTOK STORY??? I SCREAMED WHEN I HEARD A TEASER OF NIKO AND BRANDON ITS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED IT.

Screaming crying for them

😫😫😫😫

[landonmia]

legacy of gods headers like or rt if u save

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I think I need help with all the simping I’m doing for landon king 🥵🥵🥵

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I need NIKO and BRAN asap

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Discussing kinks with daddy Price?

Price x reader.

kinks

You’d always been open and honest with Captain Price. He knew this too. 

You were sat in his office. He was lecturing you about getting into a bar fight again.

“There’s no point is there?” A small smile tugs at his lips as he fails to keep serious expression, knowing you’ll end up in another bar fight.

You grin, your cheeks dimple. “It’s not my fault men look at me and wanna see if my boobs are real.” You scoff rolling your eyes. You’re wearing a white tank top that fits your breasts, tucked into a pair of grey sweatpants.

He sputters on his whiskey and coughs trying to recover. “You good cap?” You lean forward on my forearms, against his desk.

“Y-yeah yes. I’m okay. You’re just blunt sometimes. Catches me off guard I guess.” He smiles sheepishly. A tint of pink covering his cheeks

“Ah. Is captain blushing?” You tease him.

“No I’m not. Shut up.” he grumbles, making you grin even more.

“Aww. It’s okay cap. You look cute all blushing and flustered.” You wink playfully.

“God what am I going to do with you.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“Not ask if my boobs are real?” You stifle a smile. Then a wicked grin etches across his lips.

“Maybe I should. Are they real?” He raises a brow, leaning forward. His blue eyes slide down to your chest then back up to your fiery gaze. A smirk plastered on his lips.

“Yes they are. Why. Do you wanna feel?” You counter, a devilish glint of mischief glittering in your eyes.

“No thanks. I can already see enough.” He whispers, his voice low and gravelly. His tone sends tingles down your spine.

You feel your nipples tighten against your tank top. His gaze follows it and a darkness arises in his blue orbs.

Then you get a devilish idea. “Cap. Do you have any kinks?” 

“I don’t think I should be discussing those with you.” He rolls his eyes. He looks uncomfortable but also interested, though he tries to hide it.

“I’ll tell you one if you tell me one.” You flash him a smile, your green eyes sparkling with desire.

He meets your gaze once more, as if contemplating whether he should engage in this inappropriate conversation.

“Fine. Make it quick then.” He grumbles but fails to hide the excitement in his eyes, feigning indifference.

“I have a daddy kink.” You smile.

“A daddy kink? Really?” He asks interested as he leans forward.

“Blame the daddy issues for the messed up kink. But being called princess or babygirl turns me on. And calling a man daddy is hot.” You shrug nonchalantly.  “Of course only if he’s older. Like 35+. Calling someone younger than that daddy is just silly.” You grin.

“What if the man doesn’t want you to call them daddy?” He asks, his blue eyes studying you.

“I don’t go for men who don’t like it.” You smirk knowingly.

“What’s your kink then?” You lean back in you chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I have a dominant/submissive kink.” He tells you. His fingers tap his muscular thighs, hugged by his cargos. God those fucking thighs.

Your gaze drifts back up to his. There’s a sudden shift in the air. The sexual tension undeniable. 

“I like being submissive.” You whisper leaning forward.

A smirk tugs at his lips. He runs a hand down his face as if contemplating to stop before this conversation leads into uncharted territory.

“Hypothetically speaking, what would you do to me? If you were the dominant and I was the submissive?” You ask, desire thick in your tone, low and husky.

He intakes a sharp breath. “I’d bend you over on this desk,” He murmurs, placing his palm flat on the desk. “And I’d fuck you from behind.” His voice is deep and demanding.

Your breath hitches. You suck in a breath. Arousal swimming in your core. You clench your thighs together.

His gaze drops to your thighs, his eyes darkening. Then back up to your hardened nipples and then your lips.

“Id spank your ass raw for walking around in a top like that. Where any man can see your nipples.” He continues. His voice dark, thick with restrained desire. Like he’s caged a beast wanting to be let out.

Your nipples tighten, begging to be touched. To be fondled and trapped between his lips. Your cheeks flush, excited as to where this conversation is going.

“Do you have a daddy kink captain?” You smile amused.

“Maybe.” He whispers. His eyes trained on yours.

You suck in a breath and stand up, leaning forward on your hands flat on the desk across him.

“How much lower?” You whisper. His gaze drops to your breasts pressed together.

“Lower.” He mutters, holding your gaze with a carnal desire that swims in his blue eyes.

You bend lower till your back is arched, and your ass is jutted out. You look at him through your lashes. Lips parted. His breath grows ragged as he stares at you. Unwavering.

“Lower.” He rasps. His voice sends your senses into overdrive. You lower until you’re bent over on his desk. Your breasts pressing against it. Ass up.

“Spread your legs wider y/n.” He whispers gravelly. Your knees tremble as you spread your legs wider. He stands up and walks around the desk. Standing right behind you. 

“I’d grab your hips like this,” he murmurs bringing his hands to my hips. His hands rough and big. “And I’d make sure I left marks all over your ass.” He rasped.

Your breath hitched and you pushed back, silently asking him to. But he chuckled softly, a dark desire within his tone.

“If I do that Princess, then I won’t stop till I’ve fucked that sassy attitude out of you.” He growled in your ear.  

“So do it.” You whisper, voice thick with anticipation and desire.

He pulls down your sweatpants. Without warning he draws his flat palm back and spanks your ass. You gasp suddenly, your toes curling.

“Do it again.” You breathe out shakily. Your pussy throbs, the ache between your thighs begging to be satisfied.

“Such a dirty little girl.” He grunts, this time your lurch forward suddenly with the rough hit. You whimper quietly, spreading your legs wider on instinct.

But the spanks weren’t enough. One after the other, you craved his touch. Between the wet folds, dripping down your inner thighs with a throbbing ache.

He unbuckles his belt. You swallow and look over your shoulder. His eyes on yours, as if knowing what you wanted. You lick your lower lip in anticipation and hunger as he curled the buckle around his fist, and uses the belt to whip your ass once. You gasp suddenly and let out a drawn out moan. Your hands gripping onto papers, scrunching them needing something to hold.

He whips again and again, you cry out. Your pussy is throbbing, juices leaking down your thighs. Then he moves the belt under and between your thighs. He flicks up upwards against your folds and lightly slaps it. Your juices squelch under the belt. He turns you around, lifts you up and sits you on the edge of his desk easily. He brings the end of the belt between your bodies.

“So wet y/n. So desperate. Is this what you want?” He rasps slipping the end of the belt between his lips and sucking the wetness off it, all while staring into your eyes. He pulls it out and lightly slaps your soft cheek with it. 

You blush crimson, the sassiness already leaving your body. Temporarily of course.

“Fuck me captain. Please.” You whisper shamelessly. Needy.

His blue eyes darken. He cups your face and kisses you harshly. Rough and hungry. You moan into the kiss and clutch his shirt and lock your bare legs around his hips.

You unzip his pants and shrug them down. “Don’t get greedy.” He kneads your breasts and pinches your nipples. Swooping down he sucks one in his mouth. His teeth grazing over it.

“Captain please.” You whimper throwing your head back gripping the edge of the counter.

“Get on your knees Princess.” He grunts standing back and pulling you towards him, pushing your shoulder down, making you sink down to your knees.

You look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. He coaxes your mouth open, gripping your hair and pulls your mouth to his cock.

“Suck my cock Princess.” He tells you, his voice low and gravelly. You hold his muscular thighs that you’re disgustingly obsessed with. Your hand palms his cock a few times before your tongue swirls over the tip, where his pre cum leaks down his length. You’re lick the under side of his cock upwards and hollow your cheeks sucking the tip.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that. Take me deeper. I wanna fuck your pretty mouth.” He rasps throwing his head back as he pushes his hips forward. One hand clutches his thigh, the other massaging his heavy balls. You moan, the sweet sound vibrating against his throbbing cock. You take him deeper till it hits the back of your throat and you gag.

Tears sting your eyes as he grips your hair tightly. “Breathe through your nose.” He guides you and you listen, doing as he says and it helps.

“That’s it baby.” He groans starting to fuck your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat every time. Your vision is blurry in tears, you moan hollowing your cheeks sucking him harder, squeezing your lips around his cock. He moans, his eyes screwed shut. Satisfaction fills your core as you look up at him, your head bobbing back and forth.

“Such a good girl y/n, sucking daddy’s cock like that. Fuck you look so pretty with your mouth full.” He groans his hips slamming into you. His balls hit against your chin as your suck his cock.

He’s fucking your mouth harder and roughly fisting your hair as he thrusts. You gag on his cock, your eyes teary and cheeks hollowed and red.

You feel his thighs tensing under your hands.

“I’m gonna come Princess. I’m gonna come down your throat.” He groans, a deeper moan slipping past his mouth. His cock twitches and after a few jerky thrusts he comes in your mouth.

“Mhmm.” You moan swallowing every drop and milking his cum.

“Such a good girl.” He praises lifting you up and putting you on the desk, standing between your parted legs. You look down and see his cock is already hard again, salivating at the sight of the angry veins and the leaking tip.

"Now you're gonna come baby girl, you're gonna wet my cock." He growled attacking your lips with a ferocious kiss, sucking your tongue hungrily. Remnants of your juices on his tongue from when he sucked the end of the belt that was covered in your arousal. he dives deeper and swirls his tongue around yours, as if wanting to taste his own cum and how it mixed with his saliva, both of your tongues fusing with erotica and passion.

He grips your hips, pulling you closer. He rubs his cock up and down your soaked folds before sliding in without effort from how wet you are. His cock fills you up to the brim, making you draw out a guttural moan, your head rolling back and you fall back on the desk. "Nghhh, please, please don't stop." you whimper and moan breathlessly. Your breath choppy as he bottoms out and slams his hips into yours, driving deeper and fucking you till you're shaking. your legs wrap around his back, the heels of your feet digging into his firm ass.

His strong hand grips your throat and he chokes you while he grunts and fills you up roughly. "Take thrust every thrust fucking thrust inch." he commanded between thrusts, your eyes rolling into your head. You're ass digging into the desk but the pain is bearable, pleasurable even as he fucks you relentlessly.

And then your quivering and your body spasms and twitches, both of you close to your climax. "Come for me. Come all over daddy's cock." he groans and throws his head back as his thrusts get more frantic and jerky.

After a few more thrusts you cry out in pleasure. "Ohhhh daddy! im coming. I'm coming... coming. nghhh. fuck. fuck." you let out a string of unintelligible moans as he watches your face contort with pleasure and ecstasy.

"Ohh fuckk milk my cock, you're strangling it." he grunted as he came in hot spurts of cum, filling your tight pussy with his release. he slumps forward, letting go of your throat and pulls you up by his hands around his lower back and you bury your face in his neck. "Mhmm that was amazing daddy" you whispered panting, your hot breath against his neck.

"Oh yeah? you're such a dirty slut y/m, you came all over my cock." he teased in your ear and nibbled playfully

[toastbutteregg]

[im-insecure-dont-know-what-for]

this is so me

[maya-19]

Same girl

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I’m EMPTY WITHOUT GOD OF FURY AND WAR. SOMEONE HELP. I need Brandon and Nikolai like fucking air bro I’m going crazy🥲🥲🥲

I just know there’s gonna save eachother. I need to know what happened in Brandon’s past. He’s gonna have me sobbing like a mf🥺🥺