Authorās Note: just a bunch of headcanons stuck in my head. Also trying to write a full cod story which is harder than I thought so hereās this. š
word count 300+
Ghost likes to watch you do makeup or your hair. He finds the whole process relaxing and he gets to know more about the products you like and what techniques you use to enhance your natural beauty. He loves seeing you dress up and express yourself through yourĀ style. He buys your products when he notices that you have a low supply
Simon has a thing for nicknames. He calls you love, darling, sweetheart, or something referring to an inside joke you guys share.Ā
When youāre alone with him heās always cracking jokes, puns, and dad jokes. Anything to hear you laugh and look at him as if heās your favorite person in the world (he is). Heās addicted to your smile he needs it in his life.
Simon hates it when you invite the 141 over for gatherings and dinners. Mostly because your attention is not on him alone. He has to share you with the guys and he doesnāt like that. He thinks you laugh way too hard at Soap and Gazās shenanigans. After everyone leaves you cuddle him for a while until he feels better or he pouts.
When heās tired he tends to get sassy or extremely sarcastic.
He loves to lay his head on your chest or place his hands on your chest. Itās his safe place. Heās a big baby sometimes.
Your favorite songs tend to get stuck in his head. Lately, on base, heās been humming and softly singing them. One day Soap realizes this and tells everyone. He was being teased the whole week. It stopped after he placed Soap in a headlock.
Authorās notes: Just wrote this headcanon to procrastinate from studying for finals. I miss writing so enjoy. (I donāt own the gif)
word count:310 or so.
content warning: food mention.
Simonās favourite pastime is watching you. When you're dancing while washing dishes, cooking a meal, or just humming to a song. He just likes to look at you and admire the way you move. When insomnia hits him late at night, he just sits in bed gazing at your peaceful face til sunrise. After a long deployment, he does this often.
Heās not known for being a good cook or baker but there is one meal that he makes the best. SHEPHERDāS PIE. He doesnāt cook it as often but that is what makes it even more special when he does. He brags about it all the time to the 141. Soap had to beg him to experience his specialty.
Simon likes to clean. He hates to see a dirty house. He keeps his room on the base and your guysā home spotless. He surprisingly loves air fresheners. You bought them home one day, and he was obsessed with them.
If anyone asks Simon āGhostā Riley hates reality tv. Although he watches all of your favourites with him. Love is Blind, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, Too Hot To Handle, Bachelor/Bachelorette, and Love Island. Heās never missed one episode with you. Unfortunately, when heās deployed you donāt watch without him, and avoiding spoilers is a challenge. He watched an episode without you once, and you didnāt speak to him for the rest of the day. He made it up to you though. You made him apologize to you like those guys in Love Island.
Ghost is weirdly good at Uno. Heās crazy competitive when it comes to that game. Donāt you dare give him a 2+ or 4+ card. Heād pout for the entire game while plotting his revenge.
Simon Riley has a sweet tooth. Itās a problem. ( A/N: Donāt ask I will not elaborate. He just does).
i donāt know who needs to hear this, but if youāre a gifmaker or an artist or a fic writer, and you ever start to feel guilty for not creating enough, or not creating enough of a particular thing; its probably a sign that you need to take a step back and have a breather. remember that the hard work you put into fandom is done for free, and you do not owe it to anyone, nor can anyone demand it of you.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit, 18+, minors are discouraged from interacting with this story.
Summary: This is just smut, you f*ck Spencer senseless, or does he f*ck you? Thatās up to you!
A/N: This is an interactive story! There are four different endings, you get to choose what you do or donāt do to Spencer! At the end of the post you will find different links, each link leads to other posts and a continuation to the story depending on the choice, some choices wonāt allow you to come back, so be careful with what you pick!
A/N 2: I cooked this up as a stupid idea. Posts on the options are not up for reblog as to not spoil other people reading the story. I do not know if this format is at all good, but let me tell you something, I had one hell of a time making it, it was super fun, let me know what you think and if you have feedback, tell me in my asks!Ā Thank you to @cassiemartzzā and @ihavemanyhusbandsā for always cheering me on on my writing <3Ā
Everybody knew the downfall of Spencer Reid had a name and face. He would always portray himself as the nerdy genius boy that wouldnāt hurt a fly, always innocent, ever naive. Until you came along and showed him the wonders of life. Most importantly, the wonders of a sex life.Ā
His world was turned upside down, he had become your servant, loyalty at your mercy, doing as he was told just as long as he got access to the sweet relief of your body. People around him knew that you had put a spell on him, because everyday at 6 oāclock sharp he would be gone, and god himself couldnāt find him, because he was gone to be lost in you.Ā
hi I wanna request where matt is about stressed out from work and his night activities and the reader (she/she pronouns) tries to help him out by riding him but she can't since he's so big, so matt says stuff like "what? can't even ride a cock? you dumb slut need me to fuck you?". and he just absolutely ruins her, hope you have a good day, thanks:)
DestressedāMatt Murdock
Summary: Matt is stressed out about work, so naturally you do the one thing that helps him unwind. You ride him until he fucks you himself.
Warnings: smut: oral sex (male receiving), rough p in v sex, dom!Matt, degradation, bit of a taste kink, choking, dirty talk, and all the good stuff
Words: 3,068
AN: After like a month of not posting, I present this utter whore of a fic to all you thirsty bitches (it's me, I'm those thirsty bitches). Thanks for the request, anon, and I just want to let you know that I spat out my water when I got it.
You found him on the sofa with a pile of braille papers scattered around him and his computer on his lap. He had a frown edged on his face, the absence of his shaded glasses exposing the tightness around his eyes. Wound up with stress, his shoulders were squared as he slumped over several stacks of paperwork along with more on his laptop.
"Hey," you called out to him, gently shutting his apartment door behind you, dropping your bag by the door and making your way over to him.
"Hey, sweetheart," Matt murmured, looking distracted as he lifted his head from his work. "What are you doing here so early? I thought you weren't coming by until later."
"I brought you dinner," you explained, setting the takeout bag on his counter before padding over to him.
"I could smell that," he said, picking up a few stacks of paper and setting them on the side table to make room for you on the couch next to him. "But I thought you didn't get off work until later tonight."
You shrugged, settling down on the couch besides him and reaching over to kiss him. An eager groan rippled from his throat into your mouth at your touch as you lightly ran your hands through his soft, dark locks. "Got off early," you said when you pulled away to examine Matt in more detail, frowning at the terseness of his form. "You looked stressed."
He huffed out a humorless laugh. "I am," he agreed. "We had three more clients come in today. That's only adding to the pile we already had."
"Can I help?" you asked sympathetically.
Matt shook his head. "It's okay, we'll get through them. We always do."
You sighed, leaning over to kiss him again. "I don't like it when you're stressed," you admitted. "It's not good for you."
He shrugged, and you had to admit telling the man who beat people up every night that stress was not good for him sounded kinda stupid. "I'll be fine," he said, looking very much not fine. The dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't been sleeping much. His shoulders were tight as though his workload were a physical weight on them. He hadn't shaved in a few days, so you could run your fingers along his jaw and feel the scrape of his stubble against your hand.
It was utterly unfair, you decided, how Matt could still look so gorgeous even when he was tired and stressed out. You didn't look half this hot when you were stressed. But this scruffy, slightly rumpled look on Matt had you so weak in the knees, you were lucky that you were sitting. He was still in his white dress shirt from work, the top few buttons of it undone and his tie loosened around his neck. He looked so entirely fuckable.
You blinked, surprised by your own thoughts. Jesus, where did that come from? Well, it wasn't your fault, not when Matt was sitting there looking like that.
As if sensing where your thoughts had turned, Matt tilted his head towards you, a little smirk lifting the corners of his lips up. He reached over, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him. "What's gotten into that pretty little head of yours, hmm?" he asked, grinning at your hands tugging at his tie.
"I think I know a way I can help you destress," you said sweetly, dragging your nails down his hard abs, half drooling at the way his dress shirt stretched across the muscular expanse of his chest.
"Yeah?" he murmured, his large hands sliding up your shirt to glide along your skin slowly. There was a hungry gleam in his dark eyes as he licked his lips slowly. "What's that?"
You smiled coyly, reaching over to pluck his laptop from his hands and place it on the side table before climbing onto his lap. "Oh," you giggled, dragging the word out even as your hands swiftly unbuckled his pants. "I don't know."
Matt groaned when you unzipped his dress pants and slid your hand down to palm at his hardening length. "Careful, sweetheart," he warned, his grip tightening on your waist. "You might just get what you want."
Worming out of his grasp, you sank down to your knees in front of him, biting back another laugh. Keeping your eyes fixed on Matt's blank ones that were focused somewhere around your lips, you carefully tugged his pants and his boxers down to his thighs, wrapping your hand around his thick cock. "Maybe I want that," you replied sweetly.
Before Matt could reply, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, and his hips jerked up eagerly, a whispered curse falling from his lips. You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock and the precum dripping from the tip, licking the taste of him up into your mouth. In no mood for your teasing tonight, Matt groaned harshly, his hand knotting in your hair to push your head down towards his cock.
You obeyed, giving him what he wanted and taking as much of his throbbing length into your mouth as you could manage. The throaty moan that Matt let out at the wet, hot embrace of your mouth went straight to your dripping cunt, making you squeeze your thighs together tightly.
The slick noise of your mouth sliding up and down his cock echoed through Matt's living room like a filthy melody in his ears. He panted, rolling his hips up eagerly against you as you took him deeper until he was nearly down your throat. You kept up the pace, dragging your mouth along his cock and swirling your tongue around the head, sending thick molten lines of pleasure arcing down his spine. Rough groans and stuttering pants fell from Matt's mouth when you sped up the slick motions of your mouth along his deliciously thick cock.
"Ah! F-fuck," he stammered, his hand tightening in your hair, the hot pulses of pleasure up and down his cock coming dangerously close to his climax. "Fuck," he hissed again, tugging your head back off his cock. "Get up here, sweetheart."
You hurried to obey, climbing up onto his lap and straddling him. Left in only your panties, you slowly ground your cunt against his cock, dragging the soaked fabric against the burning line of him. Matt moaned with you, his large hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts, flicking his fingers over your hardened nipples. You whimpered quietly, your rhythm stuttering for the slightest moment.
Matt tugged at your panties. "Get these off," he growled.
You hasten to obey, peeling your wet panties off your legs and tossing them aside, uncaring of where they ended up. When you straddled Matt again, your dripping cunt hovering just inches over his thick cock, he stopped from sinking down onto him and dragged his fingers along your slit in a slow, aching line that had you whimpering and bucking your hips into his hand at the way his fingertips just barely grazed your clit. But after just one stroke up your cunt, Matt pulled his fingers away despite your desperate whine and brought them up to his lips.
And oh, you nearly collapsed as you watched him drag his tongue along the glistening slick from you on his fingers, watched the way his eyes rolled back into his head at the taste of you, watched his face morphing into one of utter bliss, the filthiest moan falling from his lips as he sucked your wetness off his fingers.
"Oh my God," you whimpered, trembling at the sight in front of you.
"Sweetheart," Matt rumbled when he removed his fingers from his mouth. "You taste so good."
"Fuck," you panted. "Shitāy-you have no idea how fucking hot that was."
A sinful smirk curved along his lips as his hand found its way back to your waist. "Yeah?" he murmured, brushing his thumb along the inside of your thigh, the minimal contact driving you insane. "Why don't you show me then, hmm? Ride my cock for me, pretty girl."
You didn't think you had ever obeyed an order faster in your life. Hurriedly, you were grasping his thick, heavy cock in your hand, lining him up against your entrance, and slowly sinking down onto him. A ragged moan was all either of you could manage with the slick, deliciously hot pleasure pushing into you and engulfing him.
An embarrassingly loud moan slipped from your mouth at the way Matt filled you up so perfectly when you sank all the way down on him. He was panting too, nothing but blazing fire and heat burning in his eyes as you took every single inch of his cock. The stretch of him felt so deliciously good, finally satiating the ache in your core.
"Matty," you gasped, unable to move for a moment as you tried to accustom yourself to his massive girth. "Iāah!āfuck, you're so bigā"
"Thought I told you to ride my cock, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice dark and low when you didn't move for another few seconds. He leaned forward to brush his lips against your ear, hot breath drifting over the side of your neck. "Don't you want to be a good girl for me?"
"Y-yes," you whined. "God yes, please Matty."
His hand slithered up and grasped your chin in his large hand as Matt smiled, slow and dangerous as a predator. "Then ride my fucking cock," he ordered.
With a low whimper vibrating along your throat, you forced yourself to move even though your legs felt like jelly. Lifting yourself off his throbbing length as far as you could, you sank back down quickly onto him, moaning eagerly as you tried to ride him faster and harder.
But fuck, he was so big, and each time you ground back down on his cock, he stretched you open until you felt impossibly wide, nearly split open in the best way possible at how fucking thick he was inside of you. Your hips stuttered with your shaky rhythm as shuddering moans racked your body.
Matt's grip on your waist was almost painfully tight as you fucked yourself on his cock, his plush lips falling open slightly with each rock of your hips. He groaned out stammered praises of your name, the syllables rolling off his tongue like a sweet melody.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he panted. "That's it, you're doing so well for me. Riding my cock so well, baby."
"M-Matty," you whimpered when you rolled your hips down onto him again, and the tip of his cock grazed against something overwhelming inside of you. A broken moan spilled from your lips as your pace faltered on shaking legs, trying to accommodate his thick, aching length. "I-I need you toāto fuck me, please."
He let out a rough laugh at that, gripping your chin and yanking your head down to look at him, eyes dark and burning with liquid heat as Matt bared his teeth into a feral smirk. "What? Can't even ride my cock? You dumb slut, need me to fuck you?" he snarled.
His harsh words startled you for a moment, but what was even more startling was the way your body responded to him. A shameless moan tumbled from your lips without your permission as you clenched around him, shuddering as another gush of your wetness coated his cock.
Matt laughed again, letting go of your chin to slid his hand down to your throat, loosely wrapping his hand around your neck. "You liked that, didn't you, hmm? You like it when I talk to you like that, pretty girl? I can feel how wet you get when I call you my dumb little whore."
Another shaky whimper from your throat vibrated against Matt's palm holding your neck. You gripped his broad shoulders as you trembled on top of him. "Please," you choked out, grinding down on his cock even though Matt was fully engulfed in you. "I need it, Matt, please."
"What do you need, sweetheart? Use your words for me, and I'll give you what you want."
"I need you to fuck me," you nearly sobbed, aching and desperate for him. "God, I need it so bad, Mattāplease, please, pleaseājust fuck meāI need your cock, I need you toā"
You didn't even finish your sentence before Matt was surging upwards, flipping you around so suddenly that the world spun around you until your back hit the seat of the sofa beneath you. Matt was on top of you, kneeling between your legs where he was still completely sheathed inside of you with your legs locked around his waist. There was a single moment where he brushed his thumb against your cheek tenderly, and that was it.
He dragged his hips back slowly, and you almost cried at the feeling of him leaving youāand then he was slamming back inside of you, and the next thing you knew, Matt was fucking you into the sofa with brutal, powerful strokes reaching so deep inside of you that you could have sworn stars exploded in the corners of your vision. You would have screamed if you had the breath, but the way his cock was pounding into you absolutely punched the air out of your lungs. The most you could manage was a strangled shout before you were gasping and clawing at the worn leather underneath your fingers, trying to find something to hold onto while Matt utterly wrecked you.
And then Matt was pulled you even closer to him, never mind the fact that you were already trapped between his strong arms, and the slight change in position was enough for his cock to drive into you at a whole new angle. His next thrust ground the head of his cock up into something earth-shattering inside of you, and your body jolted underneath him as though you had been struck by lightning. A hoarse moan, bordering on a scream, tore from your throat, followed by stammered gasps of Matt's name, falling over and over again from your lips.
Your smaller hands grasped at his forearm of the hand that was wrapped around your throat, blunt nails digging into the hard muscle of his arm as your eyes squeezed shut. Each one of his hard, fast thrusts was driving up you further and further towards your peak like a wave receding before it crashed.
Groaning in sweet delight with each slam of his hips, Matt stuttered out our name between his primal grunts as he fucked into you. "Sweetheart," he slurred, sounding as drunk on this pleasure as you were. "Fuck, honey, you feel so goodāso fucking good."
"Matt," you gasped out, unable and unwilling to move from underneath him where he had pinned you down with the sharp, driving rhythm of his hips. He seemed to have realized that he had found your g-spot, and now he was just pounding mercilessly into you there, the pleasure of it so sharp and overwhelming it completely stole your breath away. Fire was coursing like liquid lava through your veins, going straight to your brain and making your head spin. Choked, ragged moans were all you could squeeze out from your throat, constricted from both Matt's hand around it and this utterly devastating pleasure ripping through you.
"So tight for me, sweetheart," Matt grunted. "FuckāI can feel you squeezing me like thatāah!"
A strangled sob echoed through the room as you dug your heels into Matt's hips, encouraging him further. His pace picked up until he was fucking you so hard, the sofa was slowly sliding across the floor in small, stuttered skids.
"Such a good girl," he praised. "Taking my cock so well, baby."
You cried his name out again as he drove his cock up again, slamming straight into that spot with brutal accuracy, and then you were shoutingāscreamingāhoarsely as orgasm suddenly surged up over you, burning hot and furious as it scorched its way through every single nerve in your body. Your hands clawed uselessly at his forearm as you sobbed and twitched around him, clenching hard around his cock still pounding into you even as your vision went completely white for a few moments. That bone-deep pleasure was blazing deep inside of you, searing and branding itself on your fucking soul.
"Oh my fucking God, Matt!"
Matt's pace grew rough and frantic as your cunt continued fluttering around him even while the tendrils of orgasm were slowly receding from your limp form. He was panting and groaning your name, but the sound of it was muffled by the blood rushing in your ears. He drove into you onceātwiceāthree more times, and then he was moaning brokenly against your throat where he'd pressed his face against your neck. You hadn't even noticed when he had he removed his hand from there, too caught up in your own bliss.
He buried himself inside of you to the hilt, and his body shook on top of yours as he finally let go, weeks of stress melting off his shoulders as he emptied himself in you, hot spurts of his release filling you up until he had nothing left to give you.
With a satisfied groan, Matt dropped his head into the curve of your neck with a low, almost reverent whisper of "sweetheart." Even though your arms, along with the rest of your body, were practically putty, you reached up to gently run your fingers through Matt's damp hair.
"Mmm," you hummed lazily. "I might have to thank whichever client got you so stressed because if that's what it takes to get you to fuck me like that...I'm sorry, babe, but I am going to refer Nelson and Murdock to everyone I know."
Matt snorted. "Sweetheart, I'll fuck you anyway you want as long as you don't do that."
"Oh well, in that case..."
You felt his lips curve into a smile against your neck. Matt lifted his head up and kissed you warmly, his pretty dark eyes focused on you. "Thank you for that, sweetheart."
"Oh absolutely. I'm always here if you want to just, you know, ruin me again. Totally down for it anytime."
AN: Apologies for the very inconsistent posting schedule, I've just been writing whenever I can between work and life and classes and shit, so thanks for bearing with me, yall <3
If you enjoyed, please remember to like, comment, and reblog! š¤
Rating: You must be over 18 to read anything I write. I don't have a Kids Menu.
Length: 234
Suggestive themes. All the usual warnings apply. If you don't know what those are just check out the kind of filth I'm usually putting out in my masterlist.
Dedicating this to @imalovernotahater and @lackofhonor. Miss you. I'll be back soon. ā¤
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Kƶnig is out of breath, the strain evident in his voice. āItās not going to fit, sweetheart. ScheiĆe! Itās too bigāā
āI promise you, my love, it will fit.āĀ
Your voice is steady, though youāre out of breath as well. The sheen of sweat that coats your face makes your skin glow in the lamplight and Konig is awestruck that someone as beautiful as you chose him. Out of all the people in the world that could have captured your interest youāve given yourself, body, heart, and soul to him.Ā
āIā uhhhnnnnghā Iām trying to be so careful. Itās such a tight squeezeā I donāt want you to get hurt.ā
āDarling, donāt stopā just a little more. Another inch, love. We can do this. Think how gorgeous itās going to look, how itās going to feel to finallyāāĀ
The Austrian giant lets out a groan and puts his back into it, sliding forward slowly and carefully, muscles bulging and veins popping.Ā
Your loud cry is triumphant, āYes! Thatās it! Oh, a perfect fit!āĀ
He blows out a breath and straightens, his lips curving in a victorās smile. He leans in to you, chuckling at how your chest is heaving as you pant from the exertion, kissing you with such tenderness.Ā
āYou were right, sweetheart. It does fit. I never should have doubted you.āĀ
āAs if I wouldnāt have measured carefully before buying an antique armoire!ā
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Translation: Make Them Smile.
Sunshine!Kƶnig x Grumpy!GNReader
Rating: Mature
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: Google translated German
Tags: fluff, non-explicit mentions of sex.
AN: I became enamored with the idea of Sunshine!Kƶnig x Grumpy!Reader. So I decided to write one (be the change you want to see in the world).
Someone please take this lad away from me. I have been ignoring my wife and children because of this big Austrian lad.
Everything was off today.
You felt sand gather between every crevice of your body. You even felt it in the back of your mouth, scraping against your teeth every time you spoke into the radio. Missions in the desert are the worst. You were an ass the moment you were assigned this one. Well, you were always an ass, but you decided to be extra bitchy as you boarded the plane.
The only upside is that you and Kƶnig would be working together alone.Ā
Itās a simple job: stay quiet and plant some C4 around a building containing a known terrorist. Make it blow sky high without any sign of who did it. The goal was to start a petty feud with another competing group also trying to fill the same power vacuum. If they are fighting each other then they arenāt fighting the local army.
It went off without much trouble. The C4 explosion was almost beautiful and the flames engulfing the building were hypnotizing. As surviving members of the terrorist cell because to circle the chaos you and Kƶnig made your way to the safehouse.
You were already feeling the grit of the sand everywhere, but after walking three klicks you felt more sand than human. The safehouse was a welcome sight. You kick off your boots at the entryway and drag sand through the former living room. You groan and gripe the entire time you unbuckle and remove your tactical gear. You feel gross and are probably scowling much more than usual.
āLiebling, go get cleaned up,ā Kƶnig says as he pats your shoulder. You jerk yourself away. You cannot stand being touched right. You huff and make your way into the bathroom.
After months, Kƶnig thinks he knows you pretty well. You are truly pissed off right now, not just grumpy. Hopefully after a shower youāll be back to your usual self.Ā
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He remembers when he met you: the soldier with a death stare. Your eyes bore right through his mask. He was worried you were trying to set him on fire with your mind. Some days people thought you were scarier than him. Some teammates wished that you were the one wearing the mask, then maybe they could ignore your ire.
Then one day he saw it: you laughing.Ā
Horangi was getting restless during the age-old military game: hurry up and wait. The mission was over and everyone was waiting for the plane to take you back to base. Honrangi got restless and noticed a few members of KorTac were fast asleep. He stealthily grabbed a marker and started drawing on Connorās face, then Hutchās. He approached Stiletto and when the marker was just about to make contact with her face her hand grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm around.
Everyone learned a few new swear words in Italian that day. You stifled a giggle and when Connor and Hutch woke up they both laughed at each otherās faces and realized they too were victims. It was so stupid, but thatās what made you laugh. The sheer absurdity of these mercenaries acting like school children.
It made you keel over laughing and Kƶnig was smitten. He was thankful for the hood because his face was bright red.
On the plane ride back he noticed you were scowling a little less than usual. He wanted to see you smile more. He made it his mission, but he needed to be very careful.
Kƶnig started talking to you more. Just idle small talk, nothing too extreme. People hardly talked to either of you. From the outside, it looked like two scary people that werenāt scared of each other.
He noticed your lips would upturn the slightest bit when he got excited and spoke quickly in German. Or, when he got carried away celebrating and pulled you in for a strong side-hug. You usually pushed him away after a few moments, but you never looked mad. Well, your version of mad.
Weeks passed as Kƶnig chose his moves very carefully. Small steps towards an important goal. During missions up in the cold he tried to sit next to you and quietly offer to share some warmth. After a few minutes of shivering you usually gave up and gave in. When you were that close you usually kept your face hidden from his. He never got to see your expression and by the time it was time to move out your face went back to its usual state.
One day he might have spent too much time touching you or trying his other small tricks to warm you up. He overplayed his hand and you decided to have none of it. Without warning, you pulled him up out of his seat and dragged him to a nearby empty room. He willingly sat down on a bench and watched you place your hand on the wall behind him and lean forward.
āIs there something you want to tell me, Kƶnig?ā There was a new look in your eyes.Ā
āYes.ā
āOut with it,ā you ordered.
āI uh,ā he doesnāt want to say it, but you wonāt let him leave until he confesses. He decided to technically declare his feelings. āIch mag dich.ā
A smile spread across your face. Itās not bright and cheery. This time itās amused and devious.
āIch wusste, dass es,ā you reply and your smile gets brighter. āTook you long enough to say it.ā
He did not know you spoke German.
From then on you were an item. It was a secret from the team, but Kƶnig didnāt care. The secrecy made everything more exciting. He was the only one that saw so many sides of you.
Even the smallest smiles seemed so bright because they were so rare. He learned so many minute ways to read your expressions as time went on.
Kƶnig was so focused on the idea of you smiling he wasnāt thinking about other expressions you would make.
The first time you had sex he was blown away. Seeing someone so stone-faced absolutely lost in the throes of pleasure nearly destroyed him. Your cheeks bright red and glowing as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. The hazy look in your eyes as you attempted to stifle moans.
Then there were the breathtaking faces you made when you came.Ā
Those easily usurped your smiles as his favorite expression. Knowing he was one of the only people that saw them. He thinks about them when only one of you is on an assignment. Theyāve helped him get through lonely nights.
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You stepped out of the shower feeling a bit better. You no longer felt sand chafing every crevice in your body. It lightened your mood, but only a bit.
You slipped back into your dirty fatigues. You tried to beat out as much sand as possible, but some still lingered. You were able to mostly ignore it as you made your way into the main room to find Kƶnig. He had set out some MREs to enjoy. The meals ranged from passable to god awful, but you had to suppress a smile when you realized he brought your favorite ones.
God, you loved this man.
āAh, thereās a smile,ā he says. He pulls off his hood and sits down at a wobbly table. You quickly bite the inside of your cheek to suppress your expression.
āI have no idea what youāre talking about,ā you reply.
Kƶnig just hums to himself. Cocky bastard. He knows the effect he has on you. Heās the only one that can get a rise out of you so consistently, itās almost dangerous. The two of you sit in silence as you eat. There is no need to fill the air with small talk and youāre thankful he understands that.
Afterwards, both of you get up and sit on the piss-poor excuse for a couch. He sits next to you, but leaves some space in case you are still feeling antsy.
āI already radioed the Captain,ā he says. āOur evac should be here in a couple of hours.ā
You scoot over and close the gap between the two of you.
āThank you,ā you reply. It could easily be interpreted as just thanking him for taking initiative, but you are thankful for everything this man does for you. It means the world to you that heās able to stand your attitude and resting bitch face. When this first started you were expecting him to give up and move on after a few weeks. Itās what every single one of your partners have done before.
āAre you feeling better, Liebling?ā He asks. He slowly places his hand on your shoulder. You donāt swat his hand or pull away. You only bury yourself deeper against his chest.
having thots.... about...... dbf! joel miller........ giggle giggle
like i'd imagine your family would invite him over to the house for a barbecue and you'd pick out a pretty sundress that tugs at your hips just right, just to tease him. bending over ever so sightly in front of him to give him a peek of your panties under your dress and "accidentally" brushing your ass against his cock when you pass him.
his hand keeps a firm grip on your thigh under the table, his nails digging into your flesh as you guide his fingers to trail over the wet spot of your panties. he slips them to the side and rubs teasing circles into your clit as you speak to your parents, biting your tongue to pretend like nothingās happening.
joel would eventually have you in the bathroom, placed on the sink. your pretty sundress scrunched up at your hips as he stands in between your thighs. one of his hands holds your wrists behind your back to keep you from touching him as he pumps furiously at his cock. he makes you watch what you did to him, calling you a slut for toying with him the entire night.
your panties are wrapped around his cock as he ruts into his hand, the pre-cum spilling out from his slit dribbles onto your needy cunt. joel takes his hand from your wrists and rubs his thumb around your entrance, eyeing at the way your pussy clenches around nothing.
he lets himself spill onto your cunt when he cums, spurts of it catching on your dress. joel uses the fabric around his cock to clean up the mess he made on you and slips them back up your legs, making you wear your panties soaked with his cum the rest of the night. <3
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