olderbf!simon: who fixes things around the house that needs fixing but only asks of you to help decorate since he doesn’t know shit about interior decoration. (because if so: he’d have guns hung up in every room of the house.)
olderbf!simon: who gets confused about tiktok trends so that one trend where you set your phone in front of him and say “can you guys watch my boyfriend for me? thanks” he just stares at the phone with those big brown eyes and just stares deep into the camera and starts randomly talking about new things he’s recently bought— (guns, knives, weapons in general, etc.)
olderbf!simon: who is rough and tough around the edges but after a long deployment, he just wants to be in your arms and forget all about his time away from you and home.
olderbf!simon: who loves your body no matter if you’re chubby or skinny. he loves you for how you are and he’ll haul you up and toss you over your shoulder like you’re as light as a bag of feathers because he adores you and sees you as the most precious thing on earth. (because in his eyes, you are!)
olderbf!simon: who kisses you randomly because he feels like he doesn’t show you enough love and needs you to know that he loves you because he doesn’t want you thinking he doesn’t love you whatsoever. (because, again, you’re his precious angel.)
olderbf!simon: who wasn’t too fond of kids until one time on deployment, a little girl came up and tugged on his pants leg and made ‘grabby hands’ which he grimaced at it but swallowed his pride and picked her up and she tugged on his mask numerous of times. (you eventually got a picture from price of the scene with a message along with it stating: “aye, seems riley has tha little one intrigued.”) but after that, simon came home from deployment and was blabbing all about wanting kids because he now has baby fever.
alright bud, let’s say that reader is trying to learn German for Konig right? she’s been practicing alot since Konig leaves to go to his work. When Konig comes back from his mission and reader says some basic sentences in german to Konig, Konig was so surprised so he took her to the bedroom and yknow.. 😝 (smut..)
(also if you don’t mind , can you make it like hardcore? I completely understand that if you can’t do it.)
THANKSSS :3 !!
Next to Me (König x F!Plus-Sized!Reader)
Pairing: König x F!Plus-Sized!Reader
Category: Fluff/Smut
Tags: Light Domestic Fluff, Dom!König/Sub!Reader, Wife!Reader, Dirty Talk, Foreplay, Making Out, Mentions of Safe words, Spanking, Face Riding, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Bondage, Rough Sex, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Multiple Orgasms, Missionary Position, Mating Press, Creampie, Post-Sex Cuddling
Word Count: 3k+
Adult Content Banner by @cafekitsune
A/N: Hi hi! Thank you very much for your sweet request! ☺️ König's name is König in this fic - I just wanted to avoid any confusion. I hope you enjoy! (Side Note: I’m not fluent in German. If I made any errors, please correct me. Ty!)
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the click of the front door unlocking. You immediately rushed over to the microwave and checked your face and hair. You smiled and gave a small nod before straightening your apron. You grinned brightly as your husband appeared - his massive, hulking form looming in the doorway.
“Baby!” you squealed and rushed over. König’s bright, blue eyes lit up even more as he bent down and outstretched his arms. He grunted when you ran into him and squeezed him tightly. You nuzzled your face into his broad chest as he wrapped his thick, muscular arms around your smaller form.
“Ich habe dich so vermisst, Mäuschen,” your love rumbled while stroking his massive palm along your back [I missed you so much, little mouse]. You bit your lip as heat rushed to your cheeks. König sighed as you pulled back, his icy blues glowing with affection as you cupped his rugged cheek.
“Ich habe dich auch vermisst, großer bär,” your voice wavered a bit as you spoke [I missed you, too, big bear]. König gasped softly as his eyes widened. You squeaked when his grip tightened around your smaller body, the tips of his fingers digging into your supple flesh. His shocked expression quickly melted into a grin as he picked you up and spun you around excitedly.
“Where did you learn that phrase, hm?” he chuckled before pressing his lips to the top of your head. You giggle as he smoothed his hands over your hips.
“I just learned a bit of German while you were gone,” you replied with a small shrug. König grunted when you reached up on your tip toes and pecked the deep, prominent scar on his chin. A flicker of desire passed through his eyes as he rubbed his thumbs over your love handles.
“Wirklich?” he asked [Really?]. You smiled and nodded vigorously.
“Ja,” you giggled and kissed him again [Yes]. König chuckled deeply, his gaze becoming half-lidded as he dipped his head down. You smiled and closed your eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. Warmth flooded you from head to toe as the two of you tenderly embraced, yours hands wandering across his muscular back. Your husband sighed as he pulled back, his pink lips glossed over with your combined spit. He smiled softly as he brushed his rough thumb over your bottom lip.
“You look so cute in that little apron, Mauschën,” your beloved purred as he snaked his other hand down and squeezed your ass. You squeaked and gripped his dark, tight-fitting t-shirt as you felt his fingers dig into your hips.
“Thank you. I was just finishing up dinner: Schnitzel and Käsespätzle,” you murmured. A small grin formed over his face as he continued to squeeze your supple bum.
“Ah, you know how to spoil me, Schatz," he said as he locked eyes with you. "But I’m afraid I'm hungry for something else right now...” your husband rumbled while fiddling with the back tie of your apron. You squeezed your thighs together as your apron became looser, your core starting to swell with heat.
“O-Okay. I’d be happy to make something else for you,” you said as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. König had a mischievous sparkle in his ocean blue eyes as he clicked his tongue.
“There's no need to play coy with me, Hase,” he rumbled lowly while backing you against the wall. You sighed heavily as you felt something hard rub against your clothed sex. “I might just have to spank you for being so...cheeky,” König teased as he tossed your apron aside, your curves showing through the tight clothes you wore. You bit your lip and leaned closer to his ear.
“Ich würde gerne sehen, wie du es versuchst,” you whispered lowly while tracing your hand down his chest [I’d like to see you try]. König’s brows shot up as he grabbed your hips.
“Oh, würdest du?” he rumbled in a deep, husky voice as he picked you up with ease [Oh, you would?]. You squealed and wrapped your thick legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom, your heat deliciously rubbing against his covered cock as your lips met in a passionate dance.
König groaned as he tilted his head, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss as he kicked the bedroom door open. You gasped as he sat on the edge of the bed, your plush thighs straddling his taut waist as he gripped your love handles. He eagerly squeezed and massaged the supple flesh of your hips as his tongue danced with yours. Both of you panted when he pulled back, his thin, scarred lips parted as he gazed into your eyes.
"Same safeword as last time?" he managed to breath out. You nodded eagerly, shifting on his lap. König chuckled before pecking your lips. “You asked for this, Mäuschen,” he warned with a teasing smirk. “Get on your belly for me, right across my lap,” he said while patting his thigh. You bit your lip and slowly slipped onto your stomach, wiggling your ass in the air for him. Your heart skipped a beat as he pulled your pants and panties down, a low growl rumbling through his chest.
"Wunderschön," he breathed as he cupped the globes of your ass in his massive palms [gorgeous]. You squealed when he spread your cheeks apart before leaning close to your ear. "You're going to count each and every spanking I give you. If you mess up...well, there will be another punishment I'll have to give you. Verstehst du?" your husband grunted as he smoothed his hands over your bum [Do you understand?]. You swallowed thickly and nodded, your hands gripping the comforter below you.
"J-Ja," you replied, your legs clenching with anticipation of his spankings. You moaned as König laid his flat palm against your bum, the sharp sting sending a wave of pleasure through your core. "O-One," you grunted. You gasped when König traced his fingertips over your spine before pinching your bum.
"Ah-ah, Hase. Auf Deutsch," he clicked his tongue [In German]. You whined and squirmed in his lap as you arched your back.
"E-Eins," you sighed softly [One]. König chuckled lowly before laying another quick slap across your rear. You moaned as the pleasure and pain began to mix together, a dark mark starting to form over your bum. "Zwei," you panted as you felt your lower lips start to ooze with slick [Two].
"Gute Arbeit, Maus. Keep going," he urged you with another spanking [Good job]. You moaned each time his palm slapped against your skin, your pussy growing wetter as his punishment continued. You were white-knuckling the blankets by the time you finally stopped counting, your ass throbbing with a dull sting.
"Sehr gut, mein kleine Frau," König grunted before gently brushing his fingers through your hair [Very good, my little wife]. You keened at his praise as he gently kissed the top of your head. "You know, all that effort of punishing you has worked up my appetite," König said as he traced his fingertips over the back of your thighs. Goosebumps swept across your skin as you felt him grab the back of your legs.
"And I'm in the mood for the sweetest thing of all..." he murmured before flipping you around. Your eyes grew wide as he smiled down at you, his thick fingers eagerly pulling your pants and panties all the way down your legs. "...du," König rumbled lowly [you]. Your body trembled with anticipation as he gently kissed your forehead.
"Oh my god," you groaned as his fingertips hovered over your needy clit. You whined as he withdrew his digits, a cheeky grin on his face.
“Not yet, Maus. First, I want you to ride my face,” König groaned. Your jaw dropped.
“B-But I don’t want to hurt you,” you frowned and gently cupped his cheek from where you lay. König chuckled softly as he placed his hand over your own.
“I’ll be fine, (Y/N). All that matters is getting to taste your sweet, juicy cunt,” your husband groaned while brushing his rough fingertips over your puffy folds. "It's been too long since I've been able to taste my delicious wife," he said in a husky whisper. You whined and bucked your hips into his touch, making him grin softly as he began to shuffle back on the bed. You bit your lip as you moved with him, your thick thighs jiggling as you positioned your hips above his wet, eager lips.
"Endlich," König groaned as he snaked his burly arms around your thighs [Finally]. You gasped as he shoved your dripping pussy against his mouth. Your thighs instantly trembled the second his warm lips touched your folds, a deep, feral moan rising through his chest as he closed his eyes.
"O-Oh baby, mmm," you panted as you fully sat on his face, his nose brushing against your swollen clit. You mewled and shifted your hips, your slick smearing across his lower face as he groaned. Your eyes widened as he slowly dragged his tongue along your slit, his hot breath fanning over your weeping sex.
"Oh mein gott, I've missed this," your husband's voice was muffled between your thick thighs as he traced his wet muscle between your labia [Oh my god]. You whined and gripped the wooden headboard of the bed as you rolled your hips forward. König tenderly squeezed your legs as he swiped his tongue back and forth across your sensitive heat, his throat bobbing beneath your folds as he gulped down your juices.
"K-König, o-oh shit," you gasped as the tip of his nose continued to gingerly rub your bundle of nerves. Your moans grew louder with every fluid stroke of his tongue, pleasure pooling and bubbling through your pulsing core. You threw your head back as your love gently puckered his lips around your clit, the delicious suction drawing a loud cry of pleasure from your lips.
"F-Fuck!" you groaned as your walls clenched. König grunted, the sound reverberating deep within your sensitive heat. Your hips began to rock against his face, the bed creaking beneath your thrusts as he flattened his soft tongue over your engorged button. The muscles in your lower belly began to wind tighter and tighter as he enveloped his lips over your entire lower lips, the wet sounds of him sloppily making out with your gushing, hot pussy.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt him dip the tip of his tongue inside your hole, your juices cascading down his chin and past his parted lips. His deep grunt sent shivers through your core, your body balancing on the edge of a violent release.
"K-König, Mmmm-fuck, I-I'm so close!" you keened as your hips slapped against his face. Your husband dove his tongue even deeper inside your slick caver as his fingers snuck around your hips. You gasped and arched your back as he rubbed slow, languid circles around your bundle of nerves while curling his muscle inside your tight heat.
"König!" you screamed as stars danced across your vision. Your hips bucked forward as your legs shook around his head, the muscles deep in your core violently clenching around König’s tongue. A thick, creamy ring of white formed around his pink muscle as your thighs squeezed around his ears.
"Yes, yes," you panted as your slick dripped to the back of his throat. Your body shivered as he loosened his grip around your thighs, allowing you to slowly raised your hips. Your jaw went slack when you saw how soaked his lower face was.
"O-Oh god!" you gasped, the tips of your ears burning as you crawled off of your husband, his chest heaving as he had a far-away look in his eye. "Sweetheart? Are you okay?" you asked as you gently cupped his face. You squeaked when he quickly shot up and pinned you to the mattress, his wet lips finding yours with ease. Your cheeks filled with warmth as you tasted yourself on his tongue while he rubbed his clothed erection over your raw heat. You both panted for air when he pulled back, his lips curved into a small grin.
"That was amazing, Mäuschen," König beamed as his large hand squeezed your wrists above your head. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle as you flushed.
"You were amazing," you managed to murmur, your head still spinning with the bliss of your sweet release. Your husband chuckled softly before pecking your lips, his body gently rocking against yours as the two of you groaned. Your heart raced as you watched him raise his hips and dip his free hand down. The metallic sound of his belt unbuckling made your sex throb with insatiable need. A wave of goosebumps washed over your skin as you watched him gently tie the leather piece around your wrists, tugging on it until it was snug around your arms.
"How does that feel? Is it too tight?" he whispered, his lips just ghosting over the shell of your ear. You shook your head, your legs spreading between his own.
"No. It feels perfect," you whispered. König nodded slowly as he kissed your forehead.
"Alright. Just remember the safeword is always there if you need it," he murmured while tracing his fingers along your cheek. You smiled softly and nodded before he slid back and hooked his hands around the band of his dark pants.
"Mein gott, I love seeing you like this," König groaned as he slowly pulled his pants and briefs down his scarred, muscular thighs. Saliva pooled in your mouth as you watched his thick, heavy cock bob from the tight confines of his underwear, the weight of it causing it to droop closer towards your wetness. "All spread out...just for me," your love rumbled as he wrapped one of his hands around his aching cock, the other spreading your puffy, flushed folds apart.
You moaned as he gingerly massaged your clit with the pad of his thumb as he stroked himself, his bulbous tip already weeping with heavy, translucent beads of salty precum. You bit your lip as he continued to trace slow circles around your bundle of nerves while guiding his tip to your oozing pussy lips.
"Are you ready for me, Schatz?" he murmured as he gently pressed his thumb against your button [treasure]. You swallowed thickly and nodded as your walls ached for the steady drag of his veiny shaft.
"Y-Yes, mein großer Bär," you moaned into his ear. Your beloved growled deeply before you felt the flush tip of his cock kiss your entrance. You tilted your head back and wrapped your ankles around the back of his knees as you felt his bulbous head part the tight rim of your slick entrance with a loud squelch.
"Ohhhh mein gott," König sucked in a sharp breath as he slowly slid inside your tight heat, his prominent veins caressing your warm, velvety walls. Your throat grew tight as your pussy felt tighter with every inch he pushed into you, your wrists squirming in the snug grip of his belt.
"Y-You're just as tight as before - Scheiße, so gut," König breathed as he rubbed his calloused thumb back and forth over your sensitive clit [Shit, so good]. Both of you let out a soft gasp when he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against your puffy slit. Your husband sighed deeply before he rested his forehead against yours, his cock twitching as it rested deep inside your snug cunt.
"F-Fuck, it's so much," you swallowed thickly as you could feel his dick throbbing against your plush cervix. You felt a ghost of a smile pressed against your lips as he sighed.
"I know, mein Schatz. Just take some deep breaths like before," König whispered tenderly as he slowly pulled his hips back. You moaned and dug your heels into the back of his thighs as he pushed back into your gummy walls, a trail of your slick gushing down your slit and painting the ruffled blanket below.
"Ohhh fuck," you panted as he kept flicking his thumb over your wet clit. König clenched his jaw as he locked eyes with you, your supple breasts bouncing each time his hips slapped against yours.
The bedframe began to creak and groan at his even rhythm, each drag of his cock leaving you breathless and desperate for your release. The slow, steady pace was driving you wild with need, your walls practically pulsing and aching for him to go faster. König stopped when you let out a small, quiet whine.
"(Y/N), what's wrong? Do you need to use the safe word?" he asked in a quiet, hushed voice. You shook your head quickly.
"König, p-please go faster. I-I don't want you to hold back," you mewled and arched your hips against his. Your husband parted his lips as he gazed into your eyes.
"A-Are you sure, (Y/N)?" he grunted, his ginger brows pinched together and lips curved into a frown. You nodded your head vigorously as you squirmed beneath him.
"Bitte, Liebling – hämmere mich in die Matratze," you pleaded with a high-pitched moan [Please, darling - pound me into the mattress]. Your eyes widened when he grabbed the back of your legs, a feral fire burning in his eyes as he shoved your legs up to your chest. You groaned as your puffy tummy poked out, your knees squished against your soft breasts as you gulped for air.
"K-König!" you squealed as he squeezed the back of your knees, his lips puckered over your pulse as he rapidly pounded into your cunt. Your pussy clenched around his girthy shaft as you released a wailing sob of bliss. He moaned as he sucked on your neck, the sound of skin wetly slapping against skin echoing inside your dark bedroom as the bed creaked even louder.
The tip of his cock brutally rocked against your g-spot as he frantically drove his dick into your velvety, oversensitive sex.
"S-Scheiße," König cursed between gritted teeth as he squeezed your legs. Your thick asscheeks began to clap against his rapid thrusting as the familiar tight knot beginning to form deep within your belly. Your moans and whimpers filled the room as he licked over the fresh hickey he decorated over your skin, his cock fervently splitting your sopping cunt wide open.
You panted heavily, your head spinning a the knot grew tighter. Your hands curled into fists as you strained against the belt, your eyes growing wide as you gasped.
"A-Ah! König!" you screamed as your hips snapped forward. Your lips parted into a perfect circle as your walls gripped his thick length in a vice. You sobbed as your cunt spasmed and contracted incessantly as your mind dissolved into ecstasy.
"M-Maus, oh mein gott," König sucked in a sharp breath as his thrusts began to stutter. Your head continued to spin with pleasure as he dug his nails deep into your skin.
"M-Mmm, s-so good, baby," you moaned as you felt his warm lips press against your neck, his breathing growing ragged as he inhaled your scent.
"(Y/N), God, I'm so close," König grunted against your goosebump-riddled skin as his swollen cock throbbed. The movement made a pulse of pleasure rush through your core, your body twitching with overstimulation as you moaned.
"P-Please, fill me up," you begged as you squeezed his dick with your gummy walls. A strangled moan flew from deep inside his throat as his hips moved impossibly faster.
"S-S-Scheiße, S-Scheiße," your love rasped before he slammed his taut hips down with one last, powerful thrust. His gutteral moan made your eyes nearly roll back as you felt him still against you.
"K-König," you murmured his name with a shiver as his cock painted your stretched out cunt with thick, sticky ropes of his seed. You mewled and panted as you felt his milky cum fill you to the brim, pearly drops of his release forming around the base of his cock and dripping down your slit.
König swallowed thickly as his breathing began to steady, his hands giving the back of your knees one last, gentle squeeze before he peppered your neck with kisses. You sighed and closed your eyes as his warm mouth danced across your skin, his hands now rubbing your hips in circles as he exhaled slowly.
"Are you feeling okay? Are you sore anywhere?" he mumbled against your pulse. You blinked your eyes open and smiled.
"N-No, I'm fine. Just a bit out of breath," you said with a quiet sigh. You felt him grin against your neck before he gently untied your wrists.
"Let's get you cleaned up, ja?" König cooed as he scooped you into his burly arms.
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After taking a long, warm bath together, you laid on the fresh, crisp bedsheets with your loving husband. Your ankle wrapped around his as you traced lazy shaped over his thick, muscular back. König sighed as he brushed some wet locks of your hair away from your plump cheek.
"Danke," he murmured with a yawn, his eyelids starting to flutter [Thank you]. You smiled softly and tilted your head.
"For what?" you whispered. König smiled and rested his hand against the side of your face.
"For taking such good care of me," he replied with a dreamy, half-lidded smile. You cooed softly and pecked his lips.
"You're welcome, König," you said with a calm, gentle smile. Your husband yawned again as his eyelids fully drooped down.
"Süße Träume, mein kleiner Hase," König murmured before letting out a soft snore [Sweet dreams, my little rabbit]. You giggled quietly as you traced your thumb over the scar across his bottom lip.
"Schlaf gut, mein großer Bär," you whispered softly and laid a soft kiss to his temple [Sleep well, my big bear]. You sighed and closed your eyes, falling asleep in the safe haven of your beloved's arms.
Let's say he's on leave and there's a traveling carnival heading through town so of course you drag Simon along with you, naturally. Coerce him into buying you both corndogs and lemon shake-ups and funnel cake and play all the carnival games, and he definitely gets frustrated when he can't land those god damned rings on the bottles.
But then you spot it a few pop-up stands away. A massive stuffed animal that you absolutely need to take home. And just your luck, it's one of those arcade-like shooter games, so you're turning to him with the biggest puppy eyes you can manage and asking him so sweetly to win it for you.
And ohohoooo boy, as soon as you point it out to Simon, he's on a fucking mission. Slaps the money down in front of the vendor, gets in position, and he looks so bloody attractive when he's so focused and effortlessly hitting target after target with the cheaply-made, unreliable toy rifle. He even adjusts for the off-center scope while you watch excitedly behind him.
The vendor has to stop him short before he wins the entire fucking wall of stuffed animals and pool floaties in one round, and then they get the comically large stuffed animal off the rack for you and Simon takes it and turns to you with a smug look, his dark and brooding demeanor contrasting with the cartoonish and comically large prize in his arms.
You take it from him happily as you both make your way back to his car, the silly thing taking up the entirety of the back seat.
"Hope that thing doesn't replace me in bed tonight," he grumbles, amused.
"I'd never," you say to him. (It ends up in bed with you anyway, but he's possessive enough that he'll scrap with the bloody thing to spoon with you. You'll wake up in the morning with the stuffed animal mysteriously having ended up on the other side of the room.)
inspired by my ex-military uncle scaring that poor carnival game vendor in a shooting game at our local carnival last week winning a giant pink orca for a little girl (the same uncle who blew a giant hole in the ground with a firework on the 4th of July)
the last part's inspired by that "me and my girlfriend and her life-sized body pillow" meme that was circulating fandoms a while back
Simon Ghost Riley who has hips fatter than a bitch. And he uses them too. Closing cupboard? You swear the woods going to creak. Closing doors? Slams every fucking time. CAR DOORS TOO? it's loud as fuck and he knows it.
Strong big ass fucking hips. Literally. Big ass. Ass fucking hips. Trying to coax a fourth orgasm from your poor cunt while he goes braindead. Drooling from your chest down to your stomach. A rhythm that never falters. A dance that never breaks. Making both of your brains mush by the end of it. Always ending it off with a warm towel and prayers.
Slotting your legs over his hips while he holds yours. Hands around his neck and shoulder, trying to stay calm to the uneasy yet comforting feeling of your hands around his lifeline. He wishes he was here forever. Holding yours, while you hold up his very will.
thinking about olderbf!simon coming back home after a long and tiring mission just to pull you into his lap and say “i missed ya today, darlin’.. ‘m, needa hold ya. cap’n told me ya texted, askin’ when i’d be home..” because under that cold and rough exterior, is a man, that is human with FEELINGS. :(🖤
Johnny will say things like ‘on my girl’ like the same concept as ‘on my momma’ but the thing is he will blatantly follow that with a lie
so you catch on right? Normally Johnny will just give a little stupid lie that’s meant to get laughs because lord knew that man had a moral code of a dark romance love interest (on field, off field he’s…pretty average) but he did not tolerate lies- so it didn’t happen often
HOWEVER-
“mm, on my girl-“
THUMP
Simon would furrow his eyebrows, “What’s that?”
Johnny frowns and grumbles, “My girl.”
cw: smut/pwp, implied age gap, price's daughter!reader, daddy kink & daddy issues, simon still works under price, doggy style, hair pulling, a tiny bit of choking, manhandling
bunny says: good girls end up in heaven, bad girls end up with simon
he was so handsome in that sleek black car of his. with the tinted windows, you could see that he was in the driver's side as there was a bit of cigarette smoke coming out from the open window.
you were quick to get out of the house that you lived with your father. you had a night bag over your shoulder. in a cute little skirt and an even cuter top. you were the beloved daughter of captain john price.
but tonight, you were simon's good girl.
you and simon started up a "relationship" around the christmas party last year. it was harmless flirting. he was stubborn and you got right under his skin. of course this ended with him tossing you into the back of a jeep on base and fucking you until you couldn't even form your own name.
since then you've been simon's pretty little thing with an age gap to raise an eyebrow out.
the drive to his flat wasn't long, but the entire time under the cover of night, he had his large hand on your thigh. he palmed at the skin and muscle. his fingers dug into them, which made you whimper from his strength.
scary.
but simon would never hurt you. even as he kept a protective hand on your lower back. his lips were on your neck with you pinned against the wall of the elevator. only to pull away when the doors opened to let in more people.
there was little formalities when you both got through the front door of the flat. even as you tried to undo the laces of your shoes, simon was over you with his large hands on your hips and his cock up against your ass.
"you dog." you whined as you managed to get them off.
when you were standing back upright, you felt the strength of your boyfriend's chest against your back. then soon his strong hand was loosely around your throat.
you whimpered.
"whatcha call me, princess?"
you whimpered, 'sorry, daddy." you didn't want to hear about the long stretched of absences your father did when you were going up made you seek out older men to pleasure you. you didn't care to know!
he held your throat for a moment then leaned in to kiss your jaw, "good girl. i'd hate to take you through training again."
your daddy issues to culminate into a bratty attitude, especially around base. simon had to 'train' you, which meant everything from spanking to time outs. it meant having cum covered panties and giving his head in public bathrooms. you'd behave, simon hated brats.
he always felt the need to break 'em.
you were a good girl for him, most of the time. so when he picked you up like you weighed as much as a bag of potatoes and tossed you on the bed in the bedroom.
you bounced on the bed before simon was on you, he pulled at the clothes on your body. you managed to get your phone out of your pocket before he started to almost rip your clothes off your body! you felt your cheeks heat up from the feeling. you were stripped bear and grabbed by the hair.
he gave it a good yank and you felt wetness between your legs. you felt like such a whore, but part of you loved when being strong men used you to their pleasing.
"your daddy isn't going to like when i bring you home and ya got cum runnin' down your leg. when ya walk a lil weird and can't sit down. make sure your old man knows what i've been fuckin' his sweet little princess."
you whimpered as you ended up on your hands and knees with your ass in the air. your core throbbed as he got his cock out his thick black jeans. it was a hefty cock. thick all over with breeding balls.
his cock was shoved without much prep into your slick hole. you jumped but his larger body kept you pinned to the bed. his cock felt like a heavy weight between your legs.
your buried your head in the pillows and arched your back. you entire body felt amazing from the feeling of his thrusts. your cunt ached with want for your boyfriend.
"that's my good girl. see, maybe m captain is right. maybe he does have the most perfect daughter in the world." simon's words were harsh but they made you warm all over.
"daddy please." you moaned as you felt him slap you across the ass. your body felt hot all over as he continued to fuck you. this wasn't sex, this was fucking. he was pushing all of his length, stuffing you full of him.
so you'd know when you gave your old man a hug, that a piece of simon was still in you.
you'd be a riley soon enough.
"please, ah! please!" you whined.
"i got ya, princess." his pace was brutal, it almost brought tears to your eyes. it made your stomach twist and your cunt soaked.
you soon could hear your phone ringing on the nightstand, but simon's cock had made it impossible for you to find the strength to grab it.
"who's that, love?" simon asked in a gruff voice, "is that your old man callin'? better pick up." he held you by the waist and leaned over you to grab it. it was still ringing.
you took it with weak hands and answered it, "hi, daddy." you tried to keep your voice steady but the way your core was throbbing from simon's heavy thrusts.
"where are ya?" your old man asked.
"oh! remember, i told you i was staying with a friend tonight." you tried not to moan or seem like something was off. your father was painfully smart, it was hard to get anything past him.
"right, right. that girl you go to school with? tiffany? rachel?"
your voice was a little tight when you replied, "andrea." you felt simon pull at your hair which almost made you cry out, but you just had to keep it together for a little while longer.
"right, right. well, ya got a ride home to come home?"
you swallowed and bent to simon's will, "yes, daddy. i'll be home around 2!" you squeezed your eyes shut
there was a pause, "are you alright, sweetheart? sound a little sick."
you grit your teeth for a moment, could the old man just stop yapping? you replied, "no, daddy. i think i'm just really tired. we- we went for a hike earlier, just worn out!"
simon gave a silent chuckle as he continued to thrust, worn out was right. he wanted to slap your ass, but you were squirming enough as it was.
"alright, i'll see ya tomorrow. remember to come home early enough so we can have dinner together. love ya."
'love you too, daddy." you voice cracked a little as you felt yourself on the edge of your orgasm. you hung up the phone and you looked over your shoulder, but simon pushed your head back into the pillows to fuck you into the mattress.
"that's a good girl." simon growled, "i know he's your father, but i'm your daddy." he bruised your hips with his feverish pace.
you arched your back and clutched onto the covers tightly. your head was pounding as you felt the pulse of warmth through your body. your mind was a mantra of his name. "fuck, daddy!"
simon chuckled and slammed his hand down on your ass, "that's what i like to see, princess. i love how you feel against me. tight cunt, thick thighs, chubby hips, my fuckin' dream."
you whimpered as you tensed up. you climaxed and as you reached your peak. everything else went dark in your head before you ended up face first in his soft bed. the smell of your lover was polluting your head as he had you bouncing on his cock.
"now that's a good girl." simon purred, "now let's give this cunt what she be needin'." with a few more jolts of his hips, he finished inside of you. his cum spat into the back of your womb with purpose.
he wanted to see it leak out all over your pretty pink panties come morning. but that might take a few more rounds.
"look alive, princess." he said as he tapped your face a little harder than you liked, "not done with ya, yet."
but you had all night.
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the next morning, you came home and greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek and a cheery smile. when you went upstairs, price though he caught the glimpse of a bruise on the back of your thigh, right where your skirt ended.
but he looked away rather quickly and crossed his arms. he said, "glad ya had fun, sweetheart!" he was a supportive father, he loved you! you were his beautiful daughter.
little did he know that under your skirt was two large purple hand prints from his trusted lieutenant. <3
Y/N: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You're faster than me
Ghost: Uhm...it's nice to see you smile when you win
*later*
Y/N: He's probably staring at my ass isn't he
Gaz: Yeah probably
Ghost: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful, and organised
Y/N: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob whilst apologising profusely*
Ghost: That one. I want that one
I think something a lot of people don't realize is that Ghost isn't insecure. We have that famous interaction with Soap that goes ''are you ugly?'', ''quite the opposite'', and the way that man carries himself in general does NOT scream insecurity. Even his voice lines in multiplayer show him as. just some dude. We even have that CODM Christmas picture of him flexing for the camera, lol. This man is attractive, and he knows it. He's def the type to flex on mirrors when he's alone.
ALSO he's NOT cold !! If you read the comic, he refers to hostages as ''love'' and ''sweetie'' He's a sweet guy, just traumatized.
content and warnings: consensual sex, simon has baby fever, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise kink, p in v, dirty talk, cream pie, baby making (insert eyebrow wiggling).
simon riley wasn’t the one for kids, he could tolerate them but did he want one? not necessarily, he was scared he’d end up like his fucking father and he couldn’t think about harming a child the way his father harmed him, that was until he met you and he met a little girl while he was deployed.
“you want a what, simon?” you spoke up softly, eyes glistening with shock when you heard the big guys words. the couple was sitting on their couch in the living room, simon had literally just walked through the door from deployment and he gave you the biggest hug, the biggest kiss on the lips and sat you down to have a talk with you.
“wan’ a baby wit’ ya, pretty.” he finally spoke, his voice was enough to send a shiver down your spine and enough to warm your heart. his dark brown eyes were glistening with love and hope, hoping to god you’d say yes and let him put a baby in you, he wanted to see your swollen belly with his baby in it.
“i- a baby? is this because of the little girl on that mission that grabbed ahold of you? or because of the little boy that called you ‘dada’ a few months ago at the st-“ you were cut off when simon pressed his lips against yours gently yet sweetly as to shut you up because you were talking too much and when he finally pulled away, he put that big calloused hand on your cheek and just stared deep into your eyes.
“ya ask too many questions, silly girl— no, i wan’ a baby wit’ ya because i love ya, it has a little something ta do wit’ tha little one from tha mission, but i wan’ a family wit’ ya.” he spoke, calmly and lovingly like he always would when he was trying to get his point across and you could see the truth in his eyes, you could even see his little eye wrinkles because he was smiling behind that damn balaclava.
“okay, okay.. we can have a baby, we can start now— alright?” you spoke and simon sure in the hell didn’t waste any time by tossing you over his big and broad shoulder which made you squeal loudly and you even earned a slap on the rear from him.
when you both got upstairs, simon laid you down on the bed gently and the two of you found yourselves tangled up together while simon’s big body towered over you. his hands were on each side of your head, your lips pressed against each others in a passion yet tender kiss.
“gon’ have ya all swollen wit’ my baby, gon’ look so pretty, i tell ya.” he spoke softly, his voice a sweet rasp as he kissed along your jaw which made you shiver and he kissed down your body gently and he pulled your shorts down, kissing at your soft thighs before he tossed your shorts onto the carpet beside the bed.
the scent of your arousal filled his nostrils and he growled softly before kissing your clothed mound gently which elicited a soft moan from your parted lips and she grasped his head gently which was still covered by his balaclava.
“ya smell so sweet, dove. god, i’ve missed ya.” he breathed before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pretty black lace panties and pulled them down your legs gently and off your ankles and discarding them off into the floor with your shorts, the sight of your glistening pussy made his mouth water but, he waited.
“lets get this shirt off ya, baby.” he said sweetly which you leaned up and raised your arms up so he could pull your shirt off, you didn’t have a bra on so your pretty breasts and perky nipples were free and he leaned in after discarding your shirt and he sucked on one of your nipples gently, moans flowed from your lips before he released your nipple and kissed down your bare body again.
“fuck, simon, i missed you just as much.” you breathed out finally, considering you were still at a loss for words. your back arched up when simon’s warm mouth clasped over your warm and wet pussy, his hands were holding onto your thighs as he flicked his tongue across your clit, his warm breath was grazing over it which made you shiver.
he pulled away and that caused you to whimper due to the loss of warmth which made him chuckle but he was just pulling off his balaclava and he tossed it up onto the nightstand and went right back to eating you out like a starved man, his own breathy noises filled the room because you tasted so sweet to him.
he pressed a thick finger into you which earned him a moan from you and then he added another one after a few seconds and your hands were tangled in his hair, hips writhing against him despite him using one hand to hold you down. he curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot which your toes curl up and a sweet, sweet loud moan slipped from your lips.
“cum fa me, love, come on.” he breathed, pumping his fingers into you as his thick tongue licked and his lips sucked on your clit. his eyes were locked on yours, he was practically pussy drunk because his eyes were half-lidded and he was focused on you, all on you.
“simon, simon, oh.. ‘m, cumming! cumming!” you wailed, your back arched up and your hips bucked against his mouth as your orgasm washed over you like a fucking tidal wave— you always had problems having an orgasm during sex, but when you met simon, he made sure that would change and it did.
he moaned into your warm wet cunt and he lapped up your juices and pumped his fingers into you slowly so he could coax you through your orgasm and when you finally came down, he kissed his way up your body and then he kissed you on the lips deeply, the taste of yourself on his mouth made you moan and shiver once more.
“good girl.” he said onto your lips before he pulled away from you, leaning up and back on his knees as he pulled his shirt over his head which revealed his muscular body atoned with scars and the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, he got undressed in seconds and your eyes were locked on him like he was the last man on earth.
“look at ya, so pretty, so eager fa me.. ain’ ya?” he teased before chuckling as he pulled his boxers down and his thick cock sprang out, the tip glistened with pre-cum and you could see it twitching ever so slightly.
“seems like you’re eager for me, old man.” you teased as he crawled on top of you, your words made him feign offense before he chuckled and kissed your lips gently. you propped your legs up on his hips, your hands roamed his body as he kissed along your neck and took in your scent as he rubbed the tip of his cock in between your wet folds.
“so wet fa me, dove, gon’ put a baby in ya, get cha all swollen and pregnant with my child, ya ready fa tha’?” he spoke, his brown eyes locked on yours and before you could even speak, he pushed the tip of his cock against your entrance and he slowly sunk into your wet heat which made you both moan in unison.
no matter how many times you two had sex, you’d never get use to how his cock stretched you out and to him, he’d never get use to how tight you felt, to him you felt like a damn virgin and it drove him insane.
“been waitin’ fa this ever since i was away, thinkin’ about ya wrapped around me, moaning my name like the pretty little thing ya are.” he said sweetly, soaking in your moans and soft gasps you were making as he fucked into you painfully slow, something that made you ache each and everytime.
“s’ good, simon, feels s’ good.” you whined, you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust and it made you ache instantly. you wrapped your legs around his waist and the heels of your feet rested on his lower back as to spur him on.
“if you’re wanting a baby, you better fuck it into me better.” you challenged which made him cock his eyebrow at you and he pulled out which made you whine in protest because of the emptiness you felt but that whine turned into a gasp when simon put his hands on the back of your knees and pushed your legs back to the point to where your toes were touching the backboard.
“ya messed up, love.” he chuckled before he pushed his cock back into it, your legs were over his shoulders and he had you in a mating press as he fucked into you. both of your noises were flowing out of your mouths and the tip of his cock was kissing your cervix again, and again, and fucking again as he plowed into you.
“i’m gon’ fuck a baby into you, mark my words. tits leaking, belly swollen, shit.” he groaned loudly, the sound of flesh and moans filled the room as he fucked you— your stomach was tightening up and you felt that oh so very familiar burning sensation in the pit of your stomach.
“‘m, too much, simon.. t-too much!” you whined, you were sensitive and your legs were burning because of the position you were in but simon kept fucking into you because he was determined to fuck a baby into you and he was going to do it.
“shh, lovely, ya can do it, oh— you’re taking me so well, baby— look at ya, eyes filling with tears.. c’mon, sing fa me, baby.” he groaned out, you had tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes and it felt so damn good that it was making your head spin.
“close, simon, c-close!” you sputtered out, your hands scrambled for anything to hold onto and they settled for his shoulders and you were locked in on him intently, the faces he made during sex were enough to send you over the edge.
“c’mon, baby; cum fa me, cum wit’ me.” he moaned, his voice was hoarse and he was close to the edge just like you were. your noises fueled him and the thought of getting you pregnant did too.
“c..cumming.. cumming!” you wailed, your body convulsing, your inner walls clenched up around him and you didn’t even register the gush of liquid that escaped you as your climax washed over you like a damn wave in the ocean.
“there ya go, pretty girl— squirting all over my cock, oh, baby.. here it comes!” he growled, his balls tightened up and he chanted your name as the hot, thick ropes of cum splattered on your insides and flooded your womb.
you both stayed like that for hours it felt like, but it was only a few minutes. you both were breathless and finally, simon pulled out and you relaxed down onto the bed gently and he chuckled before pushing his cum back inside you with his fingers.
“so pretty, baby, ya did so well fa me.” he cooed sweetly as he kissed your stomach lightly and then he kissed you on the lips tenderly. he pushed his cum back inside you finally and you shivered, a pretty yet fucked out smile was plastered on your face, eyes half lidded as you looked up at him.
“i love ya, sweetness.” he whispered as he grabbed a towel from the bedside table and he wiped you off, whispering soft praises to you and telling you how good you were for him and how good of a mama you’re going to be.
“i love you too, you big hunk.” you teased softly, watching as simon cleaned you off and then himself and he discarded the towel into the dirty clothes hamper and you both crawled underneath the covers.
the night ended with you both tangled up in each others arms, your face buried in simon’s throat as you both laid on your sides— chests pressed against each others and soft snores slipping from you both after you fell asleep.
