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John prides himself in his professionalism but that professionalism wavered when he met his major's sweet eldest daughter.
cw: captain john price x fem!reader
John didn't become a captain through some stoke of luck. He clawed his way to the top — created a name for himself through sheer hard-work. Very few people could command him in the SAS, and one of those people was your father.
Your father was respected and feared, loved and detested — a man that made it to the top of the food chain with heavy scars to prove his worth.
You tagged along with your mother and father to some social event since your day was free while your little sisters went out with their friends. It's not like you had anything better to do so why not join them?
You smiled at every single one of your father's subordinates, noting how they all seemed to cower away and treated you like you were some bomb waiting to explode. It made a pout form on your face, feeling a bit frustrated that everyone thought you were like your gruff father.
Except one man. Captain price.
Not only did his warm smile make your heart leap out of your chest, but when he willingly extended his hand for a handshake and then kissed your knuckles — you became a puddle on the floor.
John knew the correct approach would have just been acknowledging his major's daughter but you were so pretty: your pretty navy blue blouse and chic white skirt that cut off at your thighs had his eyes glued to you. He swore you had a halo behind your head and a pair of white wings on your back — you looked so heavenly he would've fallen on his knees to worship you if you guys weren't at this event.
His boys could easily see the bewitched look on their captains face, teasing him and making smug remarks all throughout the night.
"The captains found a pretty bird, eh?"
He didn't care if you were the major's sweet daughter — he heard the soft gasp that came out your lips when his lips pressed against your skin and he knew he was going to be yours.
(Your dad was just happy that you picked one of his captains and not some snappy recruit)
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Price is absolutely baffled when he see's his lovie's phone layout (old man confusion)
cw: older!captain john price x younger!gn!reader (legal age gap)
When price started dating someone much younger than him — nearly a 20 year age gap — he knew there would be some generational misunderstandings.
You'd scrunch your face in bewilderment every time he'd reference some old childhood show he watched, a beat of awkward silence passing before it finally clicked in his head that while he was watching the show you weren't even a thought yet.
He'd look at you unamused whenever you talk in gen-z lingo, his eyebrows furrowed while you tried to explain "gyatt" in between your giggles because come on, how are you meant to tell him with a straight face that gyatt means a fat ass?
One lazy morning, you were doomscrolling through your phone, absentmindedly moving your thumb and not bothering to move as John sluggishly trudged towards you. His beefy arms curled around your waist, grumbling as he pulled you closer under the comforter — but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw how different your screen was.
It had little icons, pictures, and other things that definitely weren't on the regular iphone screen. Hell, you had a damn record spinning on there somehow!
"Why's your phone look like that?" John gruffly spoke, eyes squinted as you turned your head and laughed at his confused expression.
"I decorated it using widgets."
"Widgets?"
The lazy morning turned into you decorating John's phone (he requested a brown theme); you smiling as you handed it back to him after decorating it in a light brown aesthetic. He was surprised at how quick you had transformed his phone, but hummed in appreciation and planted a kiss on your cheek as a thank you.
The boys at base had a good laugh seeing their captain's phone all "dolled up." (Soap laughed the hardest so he was given bathroom cleaning duties for the rest of the month.)
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König is addicted to kissing your cervix
pairing: könig x afab!reader cw: p in v, unprotected s (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (reader receives), aftercare, google translated German
König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.
It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.
His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.
Your chest heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.
"Relax, Schatz."
König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.
A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.
"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."
"Please... Please König—"
Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.
The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.
"Köni— König! Ah—"
Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.
Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.
"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."
He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.
His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.
"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."
Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abdomen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.
After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.
He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.
"Feeling okay, schatz?"
"Yeah... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.
"I'll try, mein liebchen."
(spoiler: he doesn't)
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Authors Note: thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭
just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week
cw: könig x afab!reader
König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.
So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.
"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.
"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.
"Period?"
"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.
After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.
"I can't believe women have to go through that."
"Once a month for the rest of our life."
"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.
From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)
His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.
trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.
he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.
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könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.
cw: könig x gn!reader
You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.
König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.
On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?
It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.
Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.
It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.
"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.
You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.
"König—"
"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.
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everyone adores girldad!Simon but what about boydad!Simon?
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
When he bit into the cupcake and saw the light blue butter-cream inside, your muscles tensed as you waited for his reaction... and you almost let out a startled gasp when you saw he had broken down into tears.
He fell onto his knees and wrapped his burly arms around your swollen figure, treasuring your beautiful body that was carrying his son. His stream of tears ruined your sundress but it was hard to care about that in the moment — your ex-military husband that never cried in front of you was now full blown sobbing on his knees while hugging you and breathlessly thanking you for giving him a son between his sniffles.
Simon's hand never strayed from your bump, constantly gliding his hand under your shirt and a fond smile curved onto his face as he felt his baby, his son, kick at his palm.
"he sure is energetic, isn't he love? Should get him started on rugby once he pops out."
He spent months making sure the nursery would be perfect for the little one. He built the cot, rocking chair, installed the shelves — everything. Anytime you tried to lend a helping hand he'd grumble and immediately pick you up bridal style and carry you back to bed, tucking you under the comforter and then pressing a firm kiss on your temple while muttering in a gruff tone, "stay in bed, lovie."
But all that anticipation and excitement couldn't compare to when he actually got to hold his son in the hospital. Your baby looked comically small in Simon's well built arms, but also so perfect cradled in his father's arms and a baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. That was the 2nd time you'd ever seen Simon cry.
"Hey bud, I'm your old man." Simon whispered to the small infant, tears flowing down the curves of his face as he looked down at his precious son. His son.
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eee I have so many ideas for boydad!Simon !! I just had to pump this one out first hehe
boydad!simon once his son is big enough to start walking on his own
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
Once your little man learned to walk on his own, there wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't trailing behind Simon, giggling as his pudgy feet pattered against the wood floor. You'd snort each time you saw Simon abruptly stop, your little boy bumping straight into Simon's calf and his sweet giggles still echoing in the house as he fell down onto the floor.
Simon loved cradling his son, but he loved even more letting his son wrap his tiny hand around his finger and "drag" him to where ever he wanted to go. To the kitchen? Sure bud. To the bathroom? Of course. To mommy? Following right behind him.
It was a laughable sight, especially at stores where your giant brute of a husband was getting dragged by a little boy who barely even reached his knees.
You'd push the trolley behind the two of them, a smile permanently on your face as you'd hear your little one babble in their baby language and Simon nodding in agreement. It swelled your heart with pride every time someone would pass by, a smile forming on their face seeing the adorable interaction between a father and son. You made him a daddy and god was he damn good at it.
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Price is absolutely baffled when he see's his lovie's phone layout (old man confusion)
cw: older!captain john price x younger!gn!reader
When price started dating someone much younger than him — nearly a 20 year age gap — he knew there would be some generational misunderstandings.
You'd scrunch your face in bewilderment every time he'd reference some old childhood show he watched, a beat of awkward silence passing before it finally clicked in his head that while he was watching the show you weren't even a thought yet.
He'd look at you unamused whenever you talk in gen-z lingo, his eyebrows furrowed while you tried to explain "gyatt" in between your giggles because come on, how are you meant to tell him with a straight face that gyatt means a fat ass?
One lazy morning, you were doomscrolling through your phone, absentmindedly moving your thumb and not bothering to move as John sluggishly trudged towards you. His beefy arms curled around your waist, grumbling as he pulled you closer under the comforter — but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw how different your screen was.
It had little icons, pictures, and other things that definitely weren't on the regular iphone screen. Hell, you had a damn record spinning on there somehow!
"Why's your phone look like that?" John gruffly spoke, eyes squinted as you turned your head and laughed at his confused expression.
"I decorated it using widgets."
"Widgets?"
The lazy morning turned into you decorating John's phone (he requested a brown theme); you smiling as you handed it back to him after decorating it in a light brown aesthetic. He was surprised at how quick you had transformed his phone, but hummed in appreciation and planted a kiss on your cheek as a thank you.
The boys at base had a good laugh seeing their captain's phone all "dolled up." (Soap laughed the hardest so he was given bathroom cleaning duties for the rest of the month.)
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Johnny was a naturally chaotic man and you loved him for the ruckus he could create — but you also loved the private moments with him
cw: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader
Johnny was notorious for his chaos. He was unapologetically noisy and the embodiment of a rowdy Scotsman’s.
You knew what you were getting into when you fell for his boyish charm: His accented voice that had you hooked, his toned body that embraced you so lovingly, his toothy smile that made your heart throb — he was perfect. Perfectly yours.
You expected that your relationship with johnny would be private; previous exes didn't really show you off so why would Johnny be different?
Oh, how wrong you were. He talked about you constantly. You were his heart and he bared his chest out to everyone.
"Guess wha'? My sweet bonnie got a promotion yesterday!"
"The missus made me cinnamon rolls yesterday!"
"My darlin' knitted me these socks!"
Everyday you would get a message from his mates, complaining how he wouldn't shut up about you. You'd giggle each time seeing their annoyed messages, your heart swelling hearing him proudly speak of your accomplishments and how much he adored you.
"Johnny, your mates texted me today about how you keep chattering on about me. Keep it to a minimum, could you love?" You'd scold Johnny lightly, but fold immediately seeing his bottom lip protrude to form a pout and whine how he just wanted to talk about his darling. How could you say no to that while his arms are wrapped around your figure and peppering kisses all over your face?
Despite his need to be a chatterbox and fill the room with whatever his mind was thinking, you also appreciated the quiet moments with him.
Whenever he came back from a draining mission and all he wanted was to lay his head down on your pillowy thighs and listen to the soft hum of your voice as your fingers threaded through his hair — you could never decline. Having him breathing softly on your lap and eyes fluttered shut, away from war and in the arms of his beloved.
But your favorite is when he asks you to come with him on a walk. His hand intertwined with yours, thumb brushing against your knuckle, the setting sun casting a golden hue on Johnny that had you bewitched — he never looked so perfect.
He'd catch the way your eyes twinkled as you stared at him, a chuckle falling from his lips.
"Somethin' caught your eye darlin'?"
"Yea—" Your voice barely above a murmur, breath hitched when he took a step closer. His gentle smile made your chest tingle in warmth, calloused hands rubbing against the apple of your cheeks as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss — slow and steady so he could savor the feeling of your lips against his.
You both reluctantly pulled away, limbs still pressed against each other and chests heaving as his lips pressed lazily against your flushed face.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you, bonnie."
Oh, how you loved that he adored you so loudly and gently at the same time.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
John prides himself in his professionalism but that professionalism wavered when he met his major's sweet eldest daughter.
cw: captain john price x fem!reader
John didn't become a captain through some stoke of luck. He clawed his way to the top — created a name for himself through sheer hard-work. Very few people could command him in the SAS, and one of those people was your father.
Your father was respected and feared, loved and detested — a man that made it to the top of the food chain with heavy scars to prove his worth.
You tagged along with your mother and father to some social event since your day was free while your little sisters went out with their friends. It's not like you had anything better to do so why not join them?
You smiled at every single one of your father's subordinates, noting how they all seemed to cower away and treated you like you were some bomb waiting to explode. It made a pout form on your face, feeling a bit frustrated that everyone thought you were like your gruff father.
Except one man. Captain price.
Not only did his warm smile make your heart leap out of your chest, but when he willingly extended his hand for a handshake and then kissed your knuckles — you became a puddle on the floor.
John knew the correct approach would have just been acknowledging his major's daughter but you were so pretty: your pretty navy blue blouse and chic white skirt that cut off at your thighs had his eyes glued to you. He swore you had a halo behind your head and a pair of white wings on your back — you looked so heavenly he would've fallen on his knees to worship you if you guys weren't at this event.
His boys could easily see the bewitched look on their captains face, teasing him and making smug remarks all throughout the night.
"The captains found a pretty bird, eh?"
He didn't care if you were the major's sweet daughter — he heard the soft gasp that came out your lips when his lips pressed against your skin and he knew he was going to be yours.
(Your dad was just happy that you picked one of his captains and not some snappy recruit)
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boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.
Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!
He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).
Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.
You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.
But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.
"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.
Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.
"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.
"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.
"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.
"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.
"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.
"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.
You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.
Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!
He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).
Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.
You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.
But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.
"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.
Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.
"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.
"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.
"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.
"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.
"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.
"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.
You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
John prides himself in his professionalism but that professionalism wavered when he met his major's sweet eldest daughter.
pairing: captain john price x fem!reader cw: Military inaccuracies
John didn't become a captain through some stoke of luck. He clawed his way to the top — created a name for himself through sheer hard-work. Very few people could command him in the SAS, and one of those people was your father.
Your father was respected and feared, loved and detested — a man that made it to the top of the food chain with heavy scars to prove his worth.
You tagged along with your mother and father to some social event since your day was free while your little sisters went out with their friends. It's not like you had anything better to do so why not join them?
You smiled at every single one of your father's subordinates, noting how they all seemed to cower away and treated you like you were some bomb waiting to explode. It made a pout form on your face, feeling a bit frustrated that everyone thought you were like your gruff father.
Except one man. Captain price.
Not only did his warm smile make your heart leap out of your chest, but when he willingly extended his hand for a handshake and then kissed your knuckles — you became a puddle on the floor.
John knew the correct approach would have just been acknowledging his major's daughter but you were so pretty: your pretty navy blue blouse and chic white skirt that cut off at your thighs had his eyes glued to you. He swore you had a halo behind your head and a pair of white wings on your back — you looked so heavenly he would've fallen on his knees to worship you if you guys weren't at this event.
His boys could easily see the bewitched look on their captains face, teasing him and making smug remarks all throughout the night.
"The captains found a pretty bird, eh?"
He didn't care if you were the major's sweet daughter — he heard the soft gasp that came out your lips when his lips pressed against your skin and he knew he was going to be yours.
(Your dad was just happy that you picked one of his captains and not some snappy recruit)
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Johnny was a naturally chaotic man and you loved him for the ruckus he could create — but you also loved the private moments with him
pairing: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader cw: neglectful exes
Johnny was notorious for his chaos. He was unapologetically noisy and the embodiment of a rowdy Scotsman’s.
You knew what you were getting into when you fell for his boyish charm: His accented voice that had you hooked, his toned body that embraced you so lovingly, his toothy smile that made your heart throb — he was perfect. Perfectly yours.
You expected that your relationship with johnny would be private; previous exes didn't really show you off so why would Johnny be different?
Oh, how wrong you were. He talked about you constantly. You were his heart and he bared his chest out to everyone.
"Guess wha'? My sweet bonnie got a promotion yesterday!"
"The missus made me cinnamon rolls yesterday!"
"My darlin' knitted me these socks!"
Everyday you would get a message from his mates, complaining how he wouldn't shut up about you. You'd giggle each time seeing their annoyed messages, your heart swelling hearing him proudly speak of your accomplishments and how much he adored you.
"Johnny, your mates texted me today about how you kept chattering on about me. Keep it to a minimum, could you love?"You'd scold Johnny lightly, but fold immediately seeing his bottom lip protrude to form a pout and whine how he just wanted to talk about his darling. How could you say no to that while his arms are wrapped around your figure and peppering kisses all over your face?
Despite his need to be a chatterbox and fill the room with whatever his mind was thinking, you also appreciated the quiet moments with him.
Whenever he came back from a draining mission and all he wanted was to lay his head down on your pillowy thighs and listen to the soft hum of your voice as your fingers threaded through his hair — you could never decline. Having him breathing softly on your lap and eyes fluttered shut, away from war and in the arms of his beloved.
But your favorite is when he asks you to come with him on a walk. His hand intertwined with yours, thumb brushing against your knuckle, the setting sun casting a golden hue on Johnny that had you bewitched — he never looked so perfect.
He'd catch the way your eyes twinkled as you stared at him, a chuckle falling from his lips.
"Somethin' caught your eye darlin'?"
"Yea—" Your voice barely above a murmur, breath hitched when he took a step closer. His gentle smile made your chest tingle in warmth, calloused hands rubbing against the apple of your cheeks as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss — slow and steady so he could savor the feeling of your lips against his.
You both reluctantly pulled away, limbs still pressed against each other and chests heaving as his lips pressed lazily against your flushed face.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you, bonnie."
Oh, how you loved that he adored you so loudly and gently at the same time.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
everyone adores girldad!Simon but what about boydad!Simon?
boydad!Simon - one - two
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
When he bit into the cupcake and saw the light blue butter-cream inside, your muscles tensed as you waited for his reaction... and you almost let out a startled gasp when you saw he had broken down into tears.
He fell onto his knees and wrapped his burly arms around your swollen figure, treasuring your beautiful body that was carrying his son. His stream of tears ruined your sundress but it was hard to care about that in the moment — your ex-military husband that never cried in front of you was now full blown sobbing on his knees while hugging you and breathlessly thanking you for giving him a son between his sniffles.
Simon's hand never strayed from your bump, constantly gliding his hand under your shirt and a fond smile curved onto his face as he felt his baby, his son, kick at his palm.
"he sure is energetic, isn't he love? Should get him started on rugby once he pops out."
He spent months making sure the nursery would be perfect for the little one. He built the cot, rocking chair, installed the shelves — everything. Anytime you tried to lend a helping hand he'd grumble and immediately pick you up bridal style and carry you back to bed, tucking you under the comforter and then pressing a firm kiss on your temple while muttering in a gruff tone, "stay in bed, lovie."
But all that anticipation and excitement couldn't compare to when he actually got to hold his son in the hospital. Your baby looked comically small in Simon's well built arms, but also so perfect cradled in his father's arms and a baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. That was the 2nd time you'd ever seen Simon cry.
"Hey bud, I'm your old man." Simon whispered to the small infant, tears flowing down the curves of his face as he looked down at his precious son. His son.
eee I have so many ideas for boydad!Simon !! I just had to pump this one out first hehe
boydad!simon once his son is big enough to start walking on his own
boydad!Simon - one - two
cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
Once your little man learned to walk on his own, there wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't trailing behind Simon, giggling as his pudgy feet pattered against the wood floor. You'd snort each time you saw Simon abruptly stop, your little boy bumping straight into Simon's calf and his sweet giggles still echoing in the house as he fell down onto the floor.
Simon loved cradling his son, but he loved even more letting his son wrap his tiny hand around his finger and "drag" him to where ever he wanted to go. To the kitchen? Sure bud. To the bathroom? Of course. To mommy? Following right behind him.
It was a laughable sight, especially at stores where your giant brute of a husband was getting dragged by a little boy who barely even reached his knees.
You'd push the trolley behind the two of them, a smile permanently on your face as you'd hear your little one babble in their baby language and Simon nodding in agreement. It swelled your heart with pride every time someone would pass by, a smile forming on their face seeing the adorable interaction between a father and son. You made him a daddy and god was he damn good at it.
könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.
cw: könig x gn!reader
You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.
König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.
On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?
It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.
Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.
It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.
"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.
You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.
"König—"
"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.
Price is absolutely baffled when he see's his lovie's phone layout (old man confusion)
cw: older!captain john price x younger!gn!reader
When price started dating someone much younger than him — nearly a 20 year age gap — he knew there would be some generational misunderstandings.
You'd scrunch your face in bewilderment every time he'd reference some old childhood show he watched, a beat of awkward silence passing before it finally clicked in his head that while he was watching the show you weren't even a thought yet.
He'd look at you unamused whenever you talk in gen-z lingo, his eyebrows furrowed while you tried to explain "gyatt" in between your giggles because come on, how are you meant to tell him with a straight face that gyatt means a fat ass?
One lazy morning, you were doomscrolling through your phone, absentmindedly moving your thumb and not bothering to move as John sluggishly trudged towards you. His beefy arms curled around your waist, grumbling as he pulled you closer under the comforter — but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw how different your screen was.
It had little icons, pictures, and other things that definitely weren't on the regular iphone screen. Hell, you had a damn record spinning on there somehow!
"Why's your phone look like that?" John gruffly spoke, eyes squinted as you turned your head and laughed at his confused expression.
"I decorated it using widgets."
"Widgets?"
The lazy morning turned into you decorating John's phone (he requested a brown theme); you smiling as you handed it back to him after decorating it in a light brown aesthetic. He was surprised at how quick you had transformed his phone, but hummed in appreciation and planted a kiss on your cheek as a thank you.
The boys at base had a good laugh seeing their captain's phone all "dolled up." (Soap laughed the hardest so he was given bathroom cleaning duties for the rest of the month.)
just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week
cw: könig x afab!reader
König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.
So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.
"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.
"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.
"Period?"
"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.
After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.
"I can't believe women have to go through that."
"Once a month for the rest of our life."
"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.
From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)
His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.
trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.
he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.
just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week
pairing: könig x afab!reader cw: period discomforts
König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.
So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.
"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.
"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.
"Period?"
"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.
After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.
"I can't believe women have to go through that."
"Once a month for the rest of our life."
"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.
From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)
His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.
trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.
he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.
pairing: könig x gn!reader cw: social anxiety
You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.
König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.
On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?
It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.
Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.
It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.
"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.
You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.
"König—"
"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
boydad!simon once his son is big enough to start walking on his own
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader
Once your little man learned to walk on his own, there wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't trailing behind Simon, giggling as his pudgy feet pattered against the wood floor. You'd snort each time you saw Simon abruptly stop, your little boy bumping straight into Simon's calf and his sweet giggles still echoing in the house as he fell down onto the floor.
Simon loved cradling his son, but he loved even more letting his son wrap his tiny hand around his finger and "drag" him to where ever he wanted to go. To the kitchen? Sure bud. To the bathroom? Of course. To mommy? Following right behind him.
It was a laughable sight, especially at stores where your giant brute of a husband was getting dragged by a little boy who barely even reached his knees.
You'd push the trolley behind the two of them, a smile permanently on your face as you'd hear your little one babble in their baby language and Simon nodding in agreement. It swelled your heart with pride every time someone would pass by, a smile forming on their face seeing the adorable interaction between a father and son. You made him a daddy and god was he damn good at it.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
everyone adores girldad!Simon but what about boydad!Simon?
[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]
pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader cw: pregnancy
When he bit into the cupcake and saw the light blue butter-cream inside, your muscles tensed as you waited for his reaction... and you almost let out a startled gasp when you saw he had broken down into tears.
He fell onto his knees and wrapped his burly arms around your swollen figure, treasuring your beautiful body that was carrying his son. His stream of tears ruined your sundress but it was hard to care about that in the moment — your ex-military husband that never cried in front of you was now full blown sobbing on his knees while hugging you and breathlessly thanking you for giving him a son between his sniffles.
Simon's hand never strayed from your bump, constantly gliding his hand under your shirt and a fond smile curved onto his face as he felt his baby, his son, kick at his palm.
"he sure is energetic, isn't he love? Should get him started on rugby once he pops out."
He spent months making sure the nursery would be perfect for the little one. He built the cot, rocking chair, installed the shelves — everything. Anytime you tried to lend a helping hand he'd grumble and immediately pick you up bridal style and carry you back to bed, tucking you under the comforter and then pressing a firm kiss on your temple while muttering in a gruff tone, "stay in bed, lovie."
But all that anticipation and excitement couldn't compare to when he actually got to hold his son in the hospital. Your baby looked comically small in Simon's well built arms, but also so perfect cradled in his father's arms and a baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. That was the 2nd time you'd ever seen Simon cry.
"Hey bud, I'm your old man." Simon whispered to the small infant, tears flowing down the curves of his face as he looked down at his precious son. His son.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Just a few people are needed for me to break under peer pressure, so here is part 2!
Part 1
This is my first time making a NSFW fanfic, if there are any content warnings I need to add please tell me!!!
NSFW / König x Reader / AFAB reader / 18+
After the initial shock of König surprising you for your birthday wore off, the two of you enjoyed a lovely dinner with some ordered-in sushi. Now, you’re huddled together on the couch he's sitting in the corner, legs spread, one arm draped over the backrest. You’ve nestled yourself into his side, tucked comfortably under his arm.
The movie you put on wasn’t all that interesting to you though König seemed into it. You stared up at his sniper hood, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
You’d only seen him without his mask once and it hadn’t been a great experience. You were angry, accusing him of being unfair. He knew almost everything about you, yet you didn’t even know what his face looked like. You had ranted about how unsafe it felt, how dangerous it was for you, a woman, to be dating König, a man whose face was still unknown to you. But before you could go on, he pulled off his mask, silently. His eyes were closed, not squeezed shut in distress, just calm. You watched his chest rise and fall with shallow, rapid breaths. Then you fell silent. You studied his face: cropped blonde hair, soft stubble you had felt before, and a scar running from his bottom lip to his chin. The giant man trembled slightly. Guilt and shame washing over you. You stepped forward and gently took the hand still holding his hood. Then, slowly, you leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Sorry,” you murmured as you passed him. “You can put it back on.” And he did.
You’d never talked about that moment again, and thinking about it still made you cringe. So now, as you looked up at him, you imagined his face once more, feeling your cheeks flush. It was almost as if he could feel your gaze his eyes slowly drifted downward. “Something wrong?” He asked. You shook your head smiling softly. “I’m just… very grateful you’re here, and for the lovely surprise you gave me” you said softly. His eyes squinted hinting at a smile under the hood, but it slowly turned in a little sad frown “I had a present for you, but it’s still in my apartment” he confessed, you pulled yourself up “i can get it-” he continued. “No,” you interrupted him “are you crazy? Your apartment is an hour away. You’ve already done enough” you softly grabbed his hand his eyes squinted again. A smile.
“But maybe…” you mumbled, slowly moving your eyes down to look at your hand holding his “I might have another present in mind” you placed your free hand on his chest and slowly trailed it downward, slow enough that he could still stop you if he wanted to. The intemacy between you two had been incredible so far, only hands and mouths, and honestly, that had been more then enough, but König always seemed hesitant to go further, penetration still hadn’t happened. Not because he didn’t want to, he just didn’t want to hurt you. And after you’ve seen his length you understood. Still… you wanted all of him in all of you.
You could see the gears turning in his head, eyes slowly filling with desire. Your hand stopped at the edge of his cargo pants, you saw the size slowly creep up. A devious smile crept onto your face, eyes slowly trailed upward, locking with the Austrians man’s blue eyes. “Scheiße,” he said in a low chuckle “you’re dangerous” he huffed.
“Not interested?” You asked, raising your eyebrows with an exaggerated pout. “Nein… no…” he stammered. Even after having dated for a while, König was still a little shy. “It is your birthday afteral” he added. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his eyes darkened, filling with desire, and something almost… dangerous. He leaned in, a shy giggle escaped your lips as he pulled his hood up just past his mouth, pressing his lips on yours. Your hands didn’t wait. Releasing his hand and using both of them to start loosening his belt- until he stopped you. Gently breaking the kiss. “It’s your special day,” he said, his tone almost commanding. “You are the priority.” The butterflies in your stomach went wild.
He closed the gap between you again, pressing his lips firmly on yours, pushing his tongue inside. Only stopping hastily for a quick breath before diving back into the kiss. His hand trailed under your shirt as you felt your nipples getting harder without much effort. One hand stopped on one of your breasts as the other curled over your back pulling you in. He took your nipple between his finger slowly rolling it between them. As you pulled away from the kiss a moan escaped your lips, feeling your panty becoming tacky.
As your lips met once again, you draped a leg over his, settling onto his thigh. Your fingers slipped beneath his mask, grazing the cropped hair, sending a shiver down König's spine. He was still busy with your breasts, teasing the nipples. You grew impatient slowly starting to hump his leg, any form of stimulation would do. König chuckled as he pulled away to look at your restless behaviour. “So impatient,” he muttered, “let’s get you more comfortable.”
He scooped you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Smirking, arms snug around his neck. Without a word, he carried you to the bedroom and set you down gently on the bed. His eyes lingering with unspoken affection.
His hands slid down, tugging gently at the waistband of your sweatpants. You pushed up your hips instinctively, helping him take them off. Your thumbs slowly went down the waistband of your panties, eager to take them off, but he stopped you. “Bitte, we are in no hurry, let me take the lead.” He said softly. You weren’t used to König’s patient approach, and the more impatient you were the more he enjoyed prolonging the foreplay. You nodded in response.
Slowly parting your legs he crawled upwards, raising the hood once more to hungrily kiss you again, bullying his tongue inside. His enlarged manhood pushing onto your wet cunt. Hands trailing over your body, your curves and crevasses. It was your weakness, how hungry König could act, as if he was poisoned and you where the antidote, a starving man eating like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have, a thirst only you could quench. Full adoration and insane need for you, that was truly the way to get you turned on, and tonight no exception. “I missed you” he said soft in between the shared breaths. “Me too” you responded, though it sounded more like a moan than actual words.
Your response sounded like music in his ears, his cock pushing against the zipper of his pants. He softly kissed your neck going down slowly, his hood trailing behind tickling you in the best way possible. He stopped at one of your breast softly sucking your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. A soft moan left your lips. He continued trailing downward slowly spreading your legs with his massive hands, his head now between your thighs as he began kissing them. Leaving a trail of soft bites and shallow hickeys on the inner parts of them. You wiggled inpatient making König chuckle. “You want more? Schatz” you nodded,— in response König had grabbed your chin making you look down at him. “Use your words” —fuck that was hot “yes… please” you whined.
He hummed pleased lowering himself to face your wet panties. He started kissing your cunt, softly, slowly, only fabric keeping his lips from your wet parts. It drove you crazy, panting and squirming underneath him. He rubbed his thumbs on the sides of your thighs as he took his time teasing the covered cunt. Then finally, like a prayer answered he pulled down at your panties making your raise your hips once more helping the giant hands guide your underwear to your knees, then your ankles and lastly the floor. Cold air hitting your slick entrance making you shiver in anticipation. “So wet, just for me” König murmured.
The kisses continued, a few licks in between. Only around your slit, the edge of his lips barely grazing you. You moaned and whined through the teasing, kisses and licks. “Words mein engel” he commanded. “More… König please… more” you said breathlessly, “anything for you” he responded. Using his hands to part your lips he continued kissing and licking your wet folds. Going from your entrance al the way to your clit in a slow motion holding his tongue flat. Soft airy moans left your throat, slowly losing yourself in the pleasure.
He stopped at your entrance, now slowly sticking his tongue inside as his nose pushed against your clitoris, now as he was slowly tongue fucking you, your body tensed up. König took his time tasting you, savouring the moment. Like a wild animal finally having a hold on his prey. One hand released your thigh and slowly took over his tongue, now his finger entering your tacky insides. Curling his finger he gave you no time to think as he already started to massage your g-spot . His large digit feeling your walls tense. Staggered breaths left your mouth and if that pleasure wasn’t enough he started sucking on your clit. Then using his tongue to gently massage it. Rhythmic pleasure rolling through your body.
“K-König..! I’m going…” you couldn’t even bring out a coherent sentence as the orgasm washed over you. Arching your back and squirming under the feeling of intense pleasure. His free hand moving upward placing itself on your stomach trying to keep you still, pushing you into the mattress.
His finger started to get covered by your orgasm. And it would be a lie if König hadn’t felt pleasure himself too. Feeling the pre cum stain his underwear. He slowly pulled out his finger and raised his head away from your begging cunt. He pushed his hand under his hood licking his finger. “You’re so sweet, so good, and it’s all for me” his eyes widened filling with desires.
“König,—” you said shivering still enjoying the feeling of the orgasm “You… I want you inside me König” you confessed. Something that has been on your mind, even in your dreams. A shiver send down your spine as Königs eyes started to get lustful and dangerous.
He stepped of the bed, standing at the end of it staring at you as you still squirmed. Feeling almost exposed and shy as the blue eyes pierced through the hood looking at you. He fumbled with his belt, loosening it. The pants falling down on the ground. He carefully lifted his shirt as he meticulously manoeuvred it around his hood not to disturb it too much. Eager to make him feel as good as you just did you crawled forward, almost a little drunk of your orgasm you started tugging at his underwear.
His body tensed at your hands that suddenly had appeared to remove his underwear he didn’t even have enough time to fully take his shirt off as you had pulled his underwear down enough to expose his length. His manhood jumped out eager. The tip glistening with pre cum. You wanted to make König feel as good as he made you feel. You parted your lips as you gave a soft sloppy kiss on the head of his throbbing cock. You opened your mouth and slowly took his length, bobbing your head sluggishly. And whenever you had retreaded to the tip, you gave a soft lick, pushing your tongue on the split it the front.
König had removed his shirt, hood still on. He sighed loud, content. “So eager… Scheiße” he slowly moved his hand to your head taking a fist full of hair. “So good” he moaned, his hand guiding you along his manhood. The moans made your cunt clench around nothing, eagerly taking in more. The grip on your head growing stronger as König started to push you further, making you gag, eyes filling up with tears. “Sorry… it’s just… so good” he moaned airy. Now you started picking up the pace, the Austrian man getting more flustered, feeling his ears burn.
“Hng… almost” he whined, you teasingly slowed down his hand pulling your hair in frustration. You managed to pull yourself off despite his harsh grip, licking your lips looking up at him. “Only sweet guys get to finish,” you taunted. “Hair pulling isn’t nice”
A displeased rumble left his lips “I’ll show you not nice” he sneered grabbing the collar of your shirt, pulling it over your head a little rougher then you’re used too, now exposing your upper body. You gasped, surprised and a little turned on. You crawled backwards on the bed a cheeky smile forming on your face. König pulled down his underwear and crawled after you. “Tell me if it’s too much” he reassured spreading your legs. He might be filled with lust and love but he would never hurt you deliberately, especially not in the bedroom a place where both of you are the most vulnerable. Excitement and nervousness filled your stomach, this was really going to happen.
He places himself on top, arms next to your head, now lining up his cock in front of your warm opening, he nudged it with his tip and slowly put it in making you gasp. Königs arms contracted, veins popping out of his pale skin. Slowly, inch by inch he pushed it in. The only thing leaving your mouth was soft gasps and moans.
“You take me so well” König whined “so good, for me… Fuck… Scheiße” he said strained trying to control himself. Your spongey walls clenching around his length, almost pulling him in further inside.
His size was not something you’ve had before, you struggled to place your arms somewhere, twitching around the man above you. Unable to take it anymore you softly bit into one of his arms. Nails digging into his back. This made König crazy with desire now softly pushing himself in and out of you forming a rhythm. You squeezed your thighs around him as your moans started to get louder and sound more desperate. With that König started to pick up the speed, harshly entering and exciting your puffy cunt. His mask brushing up against your chest.
“König…” you panted “I want you… to fill me up” you said whimpering. König’s eyes shot open, pupils dilated almost drunk of your pussy. Not saying a word he really picked up the pace now, thrusting in and out of you. Whimpering, growling, moaning only desire and instincts filling his head.
Your body squirmed underneath the massive man, and you had a feeling you were going to be sore the next day. But it didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was this, here and now. Because his cock was so big it reached places that have never been stirred before, causing you to reach another high, a combination of pain and pleasure racing through your body. You practically screamed his name by the feelings that stormed through your body. Your walls hugging his cock.
König’s movements became more sporadic, pushing in as deep as he could, his mound flush against yours. His breath staggered and you felt his cock twitch inside you. Filling everything with his warm seed. He lowered his head nesteling it in your shoulder. He huffed exhausted giving soft kisses through the fabric of his hood.
He helped you get cleaned up, even going as far as guiding you to the bathroom, handling you like you where made of porcelain. After that the only thing you could do was lay in bed still in bliss of everything that happened. You closed your eyes softly dozing in and out of sleep. König in the bathroom getting himself cleaned off. He took his time, you couldn’t help but wonder why.
Finally he walked back into the bedroom crawling into bed kissing your forehead upon entering the covers. But something was different, you didn’t feel fabric. You fluttered your eyes open sleepy and high from the pleasure. That’s when you spotted him, no mask, cheeks flushed, having trouble keeping eye contact. You didn’t move, almost like you saw a wild animal and didn’t want to startle it. He looked anxious. You didn’t want to make this into a big deal, but you didn’t want to downplay it either. Your heart racing through your chest. A content sigh left your lips, also calming you down, then you smiled soft, kind and slowly placed a hand on his cheek. “So handsome” you swooned closing your eyes again nuzzling into his chest before dozing off. König’s stomach fluttered placing a soft kiss on your head before hugging you tightly now dozing off himself.
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