Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, series)
Question does October Konig ever willingly shrink back down after being healed? cause I think that would be cute, on a real cold night him shrinking down so he can slip under your shirt.
Oh yes he definitely does!! He will actually spend more time in his small form than in the large one when he's with you!
Not only is it much more functional, with navigating your relatively small home plus he gets to follow you around and cling to you whenever he wants!! He can stick to your leg, your belly, comfortably climb under your shirt and attach himself to your tit and suckle all he wants <3
Simon has one favorite piece of clothing you wear and of course when he's having a rough day, you just have to wear it for him.
Simon was all stress and tension, tight shoulders, furrowed brows, and pursed lips. He had just come back from deployment and had not fully decompressed yet, having a harder time of it this go around. Usually a day was all it took to get him to slough off the burdens of his job, yet this was day two and he was still not feeling himself. You wanted to do something to help him release all that pent up emotion, and you knew just how to do it.
Something that he just couldn't resist.
At the front of your closet you found it, his current favorite piece of clothing you owned: a flirty little floral number that he had bought last time he was in. The moment he saw that dress on you after having spotted it sitting on that rack in the store, the way it hugged your curves like it was made specifically for your body, he knew you could not go home without it.
The fabric was soft, cut incredibly short, and low cut enough in the front that it left barely anything to the imagination... exactly what you needed it to do.
You slipped it on, the only thing you slipped on, and headed back out to the living room where he sat in the oversized cushioned seat idly messing around with his hands as some show played in the background on the TV.
As you casually stepped into the room, his eyes fixated on you as you walked closer towards him, a little extra sway in your hips as you moved.
Squatting down to your knees before him with your hands splayed across his thighs for leverage, you kept his gaze locked within your own as you pushed open his legs a bit more so you could crawl between them and into his lap. You arched your back as you moved up until you were able to wrap your arms around his shoulders, your breasts pressing against his chest.
"Hi," you smiled playfully. With gentle fingertips you combed your fingernails through his scalp at the back of his head while you rocked your lower half lazily back and forth between his legs to keep your knees from getting stiff.
Those brown eyes began to sparkle back to life.just as they always did whenever you were around. "Hi back," he smirked; it was clear that you were up to something, though he didn't know what yet. "And just what do ya think you're doin', luv?"
You shook your head back and forth. "Nothing," you said, feigning innocence by diverting your eyes coyly before looking back. "Just thought I'd look nice for you is all."
You had peaked his interest and he raised a strong brow as his hands found your hips. "Is that why you have this thing on?" he asked, pulling at the fabric of your dress. "Cause you've got my attention; you know how much I fuckin' love that little thing."
"Exactly why I put it on," you smiled. "Maybe I'm trying to take all your attention, make you forget all your cares."
That one line made his cold heart skip a beat; you were always doing little things like that to please him and fucking hell did he enjoy it. Simon's hand captured your chin in its grasp suddenly and he firmly pulled your face into his so that he could press a kiss to your soft, moist, inviting lips. It was instaneous the way he melted into you, his shoulders relaxing the moment your lips met, as if everything else in the room had desolved except for you and him.
"God, you are a pretty fuckin' thing, aren't you, sweetheart?" he breathed against your mouth. "Always remindin' me how fuckin' lucky I am."
He released your chin and moved down to your back where his fingertips drug across the length of your spine down all the way to your ass and back again is slow rotations.
"Mmmm..." you hummed into his sculpted shoulder as you rested your head there while he touched you.
Shit like that made the ice he built around his heart to keep him sane during missions melt. "You like that, yeah?" he asked with a smirk as his rough hands traveled down lower until he got to the curve of your ass where he cupped it in both of his hands.
"Aren't wearing any panties?" he said with surprise as he cradled your bare bottom covered just slightly by the very edge of the dress hem before he slid his hand under the fabric to massage the bare skin. "Fuckin' hell, sweetheart."
You chuckled as his touch sent shivers up your back. "Thought maybe you'd want to play with me, if you aren't busy that is," you said against the crook of his neck before your lips connected repeatedly with the flesh there as you held the side of his head against your palm. "Why don't you let me help you unwind?"
Jesus Christ how in the hell was he supposed to say no to that? His touch became more greedy and firm in response to your offer. "You keep sayin shit like that luv," he growled, "and I might just have to fuck you until my mind is empty and your legs are numb. Come on, come 'ere."
Offering his open hand, Simon pulled you up so that he could move you into his lap so you could sit on top of those full thick thighs. Your perky breasts sitting up high in the front of the dress hit his vision, immediately making his head woozy. "This, this right here is already making me forget every fuckin' thing."
It had been a hot minute since you had been showered in his unique brand of flattery and you couldn't help the warm, red flush that flood your cheeks at his words. You turned your head, embarrassed that even after all this time you'd been together he could still make you blush.
"Don't you look away now sweetheart; you just keep looking at me with those pretty eyes. Don't gotta be shy 'round me," he purred as he guided your head back, "not when I'm about to have that pretty little dress layin' on the ground. Or maybe... shit, I'll just fuck you in it."
Again you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. "Whatever you want," you said. "Use me."
Damn, you did always know the right words to say to make him come alive. "You are just too fuckin' good to me, luv," he sighed.
The first time Ghost letās you touch him he has to stop himself from whining at the feel of it.
Youād been together for months and only now was he finally giving in to what his body so desperately wanted.
Youād have him lying on your bed, your touch innocent and gentle at first but when you hear his breath hitching and see his chest heaving as he stared at you with so much love and hunger you just couldnāt help yourself anymore.
Running your hands over his thighs as he lets out barely audible soft moans just at the feel of your fingers on his skin.
Youād experimentally let your mouth explore his bare and scarred chest, but when a needy and broken moan slips from the soldier who was known for his cold and emotionless demeanour all hell breaks loose.
Your fingers running over every inch of skin available, your mouth sucking marks into his skin as his back arches into you for more.
āF-fuck darlin.ā The words would tumble from his lips in a deep and hoarse moan, his fingers twitching as he fights against himself not to grab at your hair and shove his cock down your throat.
When you finally kiss him?
He snaps, all resolve and patience leaving him as he grabs you and flips you both over.
āI fucking need you. Need to feel you wrapped around me. Wanna make my best girl feel so fucking good.ā
Heād ramble, utterly shocked by his own desperation as he lets his fingers grab and trace at your skin.
When heās inside you?
Done for.
Heād be thrusting into you like a wild animal, his teeth sunken into your neck to mask his growling moans as you clench around him
āGod this pussy feels so good. All mine yeah love? Only you can make me feel this good.ā
Heād be filling you within minutes but would still thrust into you at an intense pace, needing to feel you tighten and cum around him with an almost violent desperation.
When heās all fucked out and heās made you cum at least 3 times on his cock, heād let you go back to softly touching at his skin, practically begging for you to do it because for ONCE he feels loved and cared for.
āāāāāā-
A/N
Just wanted to throw something out there so that i can get back into the swing of things, and plus take my mind off everything with Simonās massive dick ā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø
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"That's it, love..." Ghost growls out as he pushes your hips up and down slowly, your warm, wet cunt engulfing his thick dick as his hips thrust up to meet you halfway. Your womb is already full of his cum, yet Ghost is unable to stop, each orgasm seemed to just be making his cock harder and his balls tighter. Being all the way inside you felt too damn good.
"So pretty like this, sweet girl... like you were made to take my fuckin' cock all the way inside that tight little cunt." He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not to cum inside you yet. For the first time in his life, Ghost was willingly having sex, and oh God, he can't believe he has been missing out on this. His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure to put your pleasure before his, hitting all the right spots with his fat cock.
"Ghost...ā" His name being moaned out by you felt like music to his ears, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your hips got tighter, pushing you faster up and down his dick as your tight walls gripped him, a mix of your cream and his cum coating his length, making a ring on the base of it. Though his face was concealed by the balaclava, you can see his expressive eyes focused completely on your face, basking in the pretty faces you make when you're cock-drunk. You already forgot how many orgasms he's pulled out of you, yet it all feels too damn good to ask him to stop, even when your cunt is abused and fucked-out.
"Fuckā angel, let me cum in you." He pleads for your consent, just as he did the last four times he came inside. "Want to fill you up so good, baby, please." Ghost's eyes roll to the back of his head as you give him your approval, groaning and grunting as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you, his gloved hands pulling your hips all the way down so his cock is completely inside you as his thick, warm cum fills your womb up.
cw. kƶnig notices you avoiding him. and it doesnāt take long for him to figure out that itās all because of a little dream you had. fingering, pussy play, semi-public, slight age gap
you couldnāt meet kƶnigās gaze for the entire day. the one time you did get a glimpse of him, his arm reaching over to grab a gun or a vest or something that you werenāt really paying attention to, your mind started whirring. your little dream had come back to, despite your inner protest, the memory of kƶnigās hands sliding down between your thighs made your stomach clench. heat making your cheeks flushed, along with your nose.
kƶnig had noticed this change in your expression, as he eyes you. this only seemed to make your mind run laps, remembering the way his thick fingers jammed into you, while his heavy bulge kept nudging against your widened legs. fuck. in that moment you spared him a small smile and quickly turned to take business elsewhere.
as the day got later, your pussy craved for something that you knew youād never get. i mean how pathetic can you get? honestly. but what you hadnāt realized was how attentive kƶnig was to you. having been your mentor and supervisor he had grown a keen eye to your habits. you had never minded making eye contact before, or at least as much. but now you actively avoided it. and when kƶnig made the mistake of letting his gaze drop he saw the way your thighs clenched tightly together.
he wasnāt a stupid man, he knew what that meant. and though the clear age gap and status provided you both with a clear āforbidden zoneā, kƶnig couldnāt help but keep looking. you were a pretty girl. kƶnig also wasnāt blind. he knew the random stares you got, the passing compliments. he hadnāt thought much of it, but as he soon became aware of your dire need to avoid him he grew curious.
āi need to speak to you.ā kƶnig says to you in his normal professional manner that has you thinking youāre in the clear. but the moment you two end up alone he draws in close, far too easily lifting you onto the nearby table. your eyes expand as his large hands holds your thighs apart, and around his hips. āwhy are you avoiding me?ā his question is simple. but youāre too awestruck to come up with a lie as you just gulp.
heās testing a theory. your avoidance of eye contact, flushed cheeks, and clenched thighs all lead to something that is making kƶnig second guess himself in thinking his plan is all for research purposes. did he want you like this? did he like the fact that you looked so flustered?
āalright, answer me this then. what did you dream about the other night?ā his straight to the point question is nothing like the kƶnig you knew. in fact this whole āconfrontationā is anything but. he doesnāt waste his time conversing in deep detail, or asking any questions that lead to said conversations. his question is followed by your further silence. what were you supposed to say? āyeah, i dreamt of you fucking me until i could barely breatheā.
āitās a simple question.ā he speaks again, and this time you can feel your body come to life. but not in the way of action in more of a reaction to his hands now stroking your thighs. his hands can practically encompass them. that only seems to make your inability to speak more prominent. āif you arenāt going to say anything, iām going to start assuming.ā
yeah, maybe his āplanā is turning into something more. he wanted to know what was bothering you. that if he touched you this close would you react with disgust or as you are now? but now his mind seems to wander. if heās right about you fantasizing about him, and if you wonāt talk, thereās only one way to understand more.
you canāt comprehend a thing as his hand slips down between your thighs and begins to rub right against your covered pussy. your mouth salivates as your hands grip on the material of his shirt. kƶnig watches you closely as your gaze darts down in surprise, your lips parting. his fingers drag against your cunt as your hips instinctively shudder. yeahā¦he knows.
his other hand then moves over to the button and zip of your pants, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping until his hand can completely slide past your panties and graze right over your weeping pussy. a small gasp leaves you as your hips move a fraction, your head now practically rested on his chest as he stands. his calloused fingers do wonders to your clit and more choked sounds leave you.
youāre embarrassed. but at this point nothing much is going on in your mind besides the repeat of ākƶnig is touching meā ākƶnig is touching meā. he doesnāt say a word as he then slips two fingers into your hole, the stretch making a louder mewl leave you. kƶnigās free hand presses against your mouth to quieten you, as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, your clothes muffling the wet drag of your seeping pussy.
his hips keep your thighs from shaking too much as you press against them for support, your forehead against his chest drawing you closer to him. ādo not make a sound.ā he whispers to you, as he removes his hold on your mouth, his hand slipping to partially soothe and hold your head.
kƶnig can feel you squeezing around his fingers, your breathing telling him how close you are as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your clit. your orgasm crashes over you as you mouth opens, panting against him. he keeps thrusting his cum covered fingers into you as your hips grind as much as they can. after a moment, your orgasm slowly decreasing, kƶnig mutters something. āis that why you were avoiding me today?ā
you canāt tell if heās disappointed or not. and youāre still too scared to look him in the eye. even more now, that his fingers are spreading your arousal and cum all over your pussy lips, his hand still in your pants. āiāmā¦sorry.ā you manage, your embarrassment catching up to you. he doesnāt reply a moment as he keeps playing with your pussy lips slowly. āis that a yes?ā he hums.
āā¦yes.ā you murmur back. the moment you say this, his fingers slide right back into your hole making you gasp, and grip onto his arms. you finally gaze up at him, as he begins to finger you again. āw-whatāā you choke out as your eyes threaten to roll, the heat in your core returning. you donāt know his reason for thrusting his fingers back into you. because all he knows is that he wants to watch you cum again.
Simon Riley calls his kids pet names like pup or cub. I will die on this hill.
āCome along, cub. Your mother is waiting on us.ā
All of his kids have him labeled as āPapa Bearā in their phones.
Everyone thinks itās Simon who runs the household but itās actually his wife.
A small but formidable woman who runs her house with the utmost care and love. Who hung up Simons military medals even though he didnāt want to.
āLovie, you really donāt have to hang them up. Theyāre practically worthless.ā
āSi, I mean this in the most loving way. Shut up. I am so proud of you and everything youāve done. Iām making sure everyone who steps foot in this house knows it.ā
When it comes to her childrenās happiness and safety Mrs.Riley is equally as protective. Simon has had to drag her out of the headmasters office numerous times whenever her girls have been harassed by other students or teachers.
The Rileyās home is welcoming and warm. Always smelling like baked goods.
Summary: You're trapped between a rock and a hard place. Or rather, trapped between a door and your superior. He doesn't seem to mind, though.
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader
Warnings: +18 Smut (MDNI!!!), oral (fem receiving), pussydrunk!Simon if you squint, angst, forbidden romance happening in the midst of a mission.
A/n: i know i said i was gonna take a couple of days off from writing anything but this Simon brain rot hasn't sunk in quite yet but it. is. brewingš„“ @sofasoap i don't know what happenedš one minute I was vibing to my music, the next I was neck deep in smutvilleššš
You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be allowing this. He's your superior. He's your Lieutenant. He's... Hāhe's...
He's on his knees.
He's hiking your leg up his shoulder. The slit of your dress parted wide open for him to take you apart from the inside out. His arm curls over it, hand planted on your sternum to keep you pinned against the door and the other slid against the small of your back whilstā
"fuck." is all you hear from below. "you're dripping all over my mouth, sweetheart."
You can't look at him. You just can't.
Even though you know you won't see his whole face, you know his mask will be right above his nose. And you know you'll see his mouth, his tongue gliding tender strokes through your pussy.
Hell, you can hear the lewd sounds. The slurping, the sticky wet noises of his mouth playing with your folds. It's hard to do anything but squirm in his hold. He's much bigger than you, keeping you where you are with just a fraction of his strength. So you just stand there and take it.
"Ghostā" you moan breathlessly, eyes glassy and bleary when you open them to try and talk some sense into him but words are melting and flee from your head the more his tongue flattens against your pussy. "Ghost, thāthey'reā they're going toā"
Words. Fleeing. Faster than your mind can comprehend. A sudden squeal escapes you before you can slap a hand over your mouth when his tongue slides inside you. His chin is glistening. And his nose as it cards against your clit, and it nearly tears a scream from your throat.
Your fingers grip his arm, legs trembling when the heat pools and threatens to flare brightly. He continues to lap at your folds like it's his job. The way he looks at you, with dark eyes veiled with desire, makes you melt.
Those eyes usually are so cold and calculated. Razer sharp and focused on the task at hand.
He's still focused, of course. But there's no sharpness. Not an ounce of ice and malice. His eyes are hazy, all soft and sweet and desperate for the way your essence drips onto his tongue. Desperate for you. You don't know how to handle that.
You don't know how you're going to look the rest of the team in the eye once you get out of this tiny bathroom. The operation was almost over. The target was in the bag, Gaz and Soap are working on getting the damn bastard out of the building unnoticed. Laswell's probably with them. You and Ghost?
You can't help but recall how he was always close by. Especially when you had to lure the target away from prying eyes. He kept a good enough distance, but close enough that you could feel the darkness of his eyes piercing the back of your head.
Then, once the target was secured ābound, gagged and blinded with a cloth over his headā and ushered away by Gaz and Soap, Ghost wasted no time in cornering you. Ambushing you, more like.
A gasp leaves your throat. Your hand grabs the top of his head, still covered by his mask. You don't mean to and you immediately mutter broken apologies when he freezes. You try to pry yourself from his grasp, knowing that you crossed a line. The mask doesn't come off, it never does.
But it was an accident, he shouldn't be that good working his tongue inside your fluttering pussy. You hate yourself even more for even allowing things to get this far.
"Dādidn't mean to, I swearā" you stutter as you try to slide your leg off his shoulder. "IāI'm really sorry, Lieutenantā"
But he won't let you. You yelp when he pushes you back against he door and you feel his mouth on you, licking into you again. Only, he's more adamant this time. More determined to ruin you.
"GhāGhostā Siā Simon!" your scream practically goes unheard as you squirm against his mouth. You want to try and reason with him. But it's impossible to see reason when your head is filled with pleasure.
His hands are firm against you, tongue eagerly sinking into your wet heat before his mouth sucks on your throbbing clit. You hiss sharply, head falling downwards to barely open your eyes and find his. You're careful to let your hand rest on his shoulder, gripping the expensive fabric of his dark blazer, your lips parted open as you panted heavily.
Something has long since strung and drawn tight. The high was far too perilous; if the drop doesn't kill you, it'll be a miracle. And he knows. You're sure he knows because the more you tremble in his arms, the tighter his hold becomes.
It happens all too fast. The thread snaps and you shatter violently against his hold, hand slapped over your mouth to trap the loud cry inside your throat. Your head lolls against the door as the ecstasy hits you like a truck and rolls over you in hot waves. You're writhing in his grasp, helpless to the onslaught of the electrifying high.
He doesn't stop lapping at you just yet. You're gushing and pulsing into his mouth, dripping all over his nose and chin, wetting the cloth of his mask. A few more licks until he finally pulls himself away from your swollen pussy like it's the last thing he wants. You breathe deeply as you watch him.
He's still looking at your folds whilst his tongue glides over his lips, breathing as heavily as you are while collecting the glistening fluids there. It was like observing at a predatory animal after a kill.
He leans in again. You shudder when he presses a kiss on your folds. Fingers spreading you open to gently press his lips against your swollen clit. Kissing you there like he's saying one last goodbye. His tongue makes another flick over the sensitive bud and another and you think he's going to wring another orgasm over you all over again and it terrifies you because you don't think you'd want to stop him.
Thankfully unfortunately, he draws away and finally lets you go. You faintly whimper at the last sight of his mouth before he draws the mask over his face.
Your legs were shaky as you made your way back. It was still hard to catch your breath. The alcohol in your blood has long since burned out by the time Lieutenant Riley was done with you. Regardless of that, you still stumbled on your feet.
Thankfully, Soap was right there to catch you. He was just as surprised as you were when he did. "You alright, lass?"
You smoothen over your dress as you quietly nod, not trusting your voice to speak for you. Another hand gently palms over the small of your back. In an instant, you're as stiff as a board when you feel him behind you.
"Exfil's here, love." he says. "Time to go."
The throbbing between your thighs returns with a vengeance. You barely manage to suppress a whimper.
You don't think you're going to catch a wink of sleep tonight. The worst part about it is that it'll have nothing to do with the mission.
Cod Masterlist
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I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with this. do i leave it as it is? do i turn it into a mini-series? what's happening, brain? idk.
subtle things simon āghostā riley does for you
masterlist | simon has a crush on you | captain john price version
everybody on the base is aware of one thing. first ā to not mess with the skull masked lieutenant. second ā to not mess with the skull masked lieutenantās favorite. it's clear that simon has taken a liking to you, but he disguises it well enough for it to sweep under your radar.
just knowing eye stares. god. he's such a sucker for just staring at you, be it when you guys are training, when there's a meeting going on, in the barracks, when somebody says something stupid. he looks to you as a form of reassurance, giving you a slight nod most of the time. this is his way to communicate. he's thankful for his mask because he knows damn well he's blushing underneath when his eyes meet yours and you give him a big grin.
speaking of eye contact, if any time ghost says something sarcastic under his breath and you hear it despite being across the room, he will absolutely wink at you. it's disguised so so well omg. especially if you mention something that's a known joke between the two of you, god heāll just lean back, give you a wink and continue listening to the briefing. (he also subtly checks you out by the way)
has a habit of just messing your hair. he knows it irritates you, but that's just his way of showing affection. the first time he reached out his gloved hand to mess your hair, price just grinned. he knew simon was smitten.
he lets you ramble on and on about things you like, dislike, philosophical debates, anything really, with him occasionally adding quips. soap is so shocked at simonās change of attitude because when he talks for a minute, the lieutenant just asks him to shut up.
he secretly makes things easy for you. like you gotta carry big boxes to the warehouse? theyāll be done before you know it. a report is holding you up? it's already stapled and on your desk. āwhat else?ā he asks. he's terribly intuitive as well, so he knows when something is bothering you.
has a habit of just standing behind you. that's his way of looking out for you. and if he senses any danger, you best believe he's gonna be on his A game. be it a sniper or be it some new private that made a suggestive remark, heāll put them straight.
he's your biggest supporter except he's constipated in actually supporting. you did pretty well on a mission? most youāre getting out of him is āyou did good, yeah?ā but that's it.
he's also so so smug with his remarks. iām talking constant shit eating grins, smirks, fucking irritating cocky behavior but heās so hot with it. āyou think you can take on me?ā even with his mask on, u can just tell!! āoh yeah? c'mere and prove me wrongā
fucking simp enjoys training with you soooo much like especially the āfirst one to get pinned losesā he puts you down so easily. but then he coaches you as well ācāmon you can fight better than thisā as he points out other techniques to use. āatta girlā (iām gonna kms). always the person to challenge you and push you to your limits because he's not taking a risk when it comes to your life.
masterlist | subtle things he does for you | simon my love
simonās feelings hit him like a truck, as if he's a deer caught in the headlights. he only comes to realize it in the heat of the battle, chests heaving up and down as the two of you hide behind a wall for cover. you tell him to reload first and it's something so insignificant, so minute and yet it pieces things together for him. so he does what his first best. swallow the lump in his neck, ignore the swelling of his heart and focus on whatās next.
except
he sucks at it and boy is it evident.
it is so subtle though, subtle enough for it to slip under everyoneās radars including yours. except, captain price is no fool. he's known simon long enough to see the little change in his demeanor when you enter the room. how simon immediately sits up right, in his best posture, giving you a firm nod of acknowledgment.
how simon always looks your way, always. even when youāre not looking, heāll still check what you're doing, where you are. itās not intended to be creepy, it's just a form of reassurance that youāre alive, that youāre okay, that he has another chance to confess. (also the type to lean against the door frame and observe you)
whatās shocking is that even during his infamous cigarette breaks, he chooses to hang out with you. he adores the fact that itās comfortable silence between the two of you. and more importantly, it contains the two best things he needs, silence and you. āwhat a viewā he thinks to himself.
moreso, the lieutenantās eye for detail is insane. simon is incredibly nuanced, he can notice when your mood is off, when youāre hurt, irritated or whatsoever. he tries to deal with the issue silently, like handing you a bottle of water, leaving a seat for you beside him, ensuring that he does most of the paper work and so on.
simon reacts at the speed of lightning if he notices youāre hurt or in range of fire. he remembers the one time he ran, grabbing you by the waist to make sure you donāt get shot. your small frame clinging against his, your body weight almost nothing to him and he felt lightheaded. he desperately wanted to keep you in his arms but he settles for asking, āyou holdinā up fine?ā as he lets you out of his grip.
he enjoys bantering with you so much. such snide and snarky remarks all the time. from āwhat? canāt handle a little teasing from your superiors?ā to āyou know it's bad manners cussing behind your lieutenantās back,ā to āthought you were tough?ā to āall that back talk, why don't you come and prove it?ā he absolutely loves the reactions you give him.
moreso, when he begins getting more and more comfortable, he invites you eat lunch with him as opposed to with the rest of the soldiers. adores the fact that you both can converse without having eyes on the two of you. āplans for lunch?ā
oh and of course, the most difficult moment of his life, when you reached forward on your tippy toes to fix his balaclava, simon thought heād have a heart attack. took all of his strength to not lean forward and press a kiss to your forehead. ālooking alright now?ā he jokes, you can almost hear his smirk.
he hates the vulnerability, he does. but what he doesn't hate is the fact that it's you. it's you heās being vulnerable with. and he repeats it to himself every night that youāre the best choice anyway.
Kƶnig definitely is a "Liebe geht durch den Magen" ('Love goes through the stomach') type of guy. This monster of a man needs to eat A LOT to keep his body and mind going, both during work and while he is on leave. Overall he is more of a traditional guy, his mother and Grandmother back in Austria always used to feed him so much homemade food when he was younger, pinching his cheek,saying things like "Du musst mehr essen,mein Junge." (You need to eat properly,my boy.). Even today, whenever he goes back to Austria to visit his family, despite him being an adult soldier that kills people for a living, his Mutter and Oma scold him for being so thin and immediately start cooking his favorite food (Wiener Schnitzel, Kaiserschmarrn, Germknƶdel and so on).
So whenever you cook something for him, showing him how much you care for his wellbeing, he can't stop his heart from beating faster. Kƶnig is a man that appreciates whenever a girl/woman gives him this feeling of a domestic life with traditional man/woman tasks.
Bonus: Get a cooking book with Austrian recipes, surprise him with food from his childhood and watch him turn into pudding. "Mein Schatz... Du bist so gut zu mir. Danke, dass du dich um mich kümmerst. Ich liebe dich so sehr." (Darling... You are so good. Thank you for taking care of me. I love you so much.)
just thinking about inexperienced ghost cumming early <33 (NSFW ADVISORY)
youāre the first person heās been intimate with and he doesnāt know how to control himself at all. war is his specialty, not sex, and it takes a while for him to even be comfortable with you in the first place. he was good at concealing it at first, the way you warmed up to him so well, but youāre just too good at pleasing him and he canāt win. as time passes, ghost canāt seem to keep himself from getting hard at the littlest of things when you two are alone, he trusts you and your presence comforts him.
ghost knows how to please you. heāll spend hours between your legs and fuck you into oblivion because your needs are more important to him than his own. when you finally convince him to fuck you for his own pleasure, he loses it, fast. the feeling of his cock stretching your walls nearly makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. youāre so hot, squeezing his cock so well that he canāt control his volume. soft gasps and raspy moans fill your ears as he sloppily ruts into you, groaning that heās almost finished. before he can pull out, his balls leak deep against your cervix, and he moans, drawn out and sated.
entirely fascinated, ghost will watch his cum spill out of your spent pussy before placing a kiss on your temple.
āSorry ābout the mess, lovie. Letās get you clean up, yeah?ā
konig is surprisingly vocal when heās rutting into you, though itās probably not in the way you think. most of his words come out in hushed whispers laced with obscenities. he seems to lose any sense of shame he usually has because heās just too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him.
āfeels sāfucking goodāā he mindlessly babbles out.
his large palms are stretched out on both sides of you, fingers digging into the mattress, while he keeps you caged underneath him.
āsuch a greedy pussy,ā he groans out with another roll of his hips. ākeeps suckinā me back inā¦ā
you can feel his hot breath fanning your face while his darkened eyes are stuck ā transfixed ā on the creamy white ring that covers his cock. the sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls.
ājust begging for me to fill ya up,ā he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. the noise somehow flips a switch in him and has kƶnig fucking into you even harder.
āsāthat what ya want? need me to fill ya up, fuck a baby into this pretty cunt?ā
price just exudes dominance in all aspects even with his dirty talk, his words are more praising than anything else though. heās always coaching you through things and telling you how good of a job youāre doing, he knows it gets you off and he also just canāt help but spoil you.
āmhmm, just like that, baby.ā he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock.
thereās a smirk on his face that he canāt even be bothered to hide when he hears you whining at the praise. he thinks youāre adorable when youāre like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. you could be such a brat sometimes, heād have to deal with that later.
ādoing so well,ā he says with a groan as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. ābut you donāt think youāre gonna make me cum just from this, do you?ā
it doesnāt take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, the tip prodding against your sweet spot just right it has your toes curling.
āfeels good, doesnāt it?ā his movements are slow and controlled, he knows youāre close ā he can feel it ā but heās not going to reward you unless you use yours words.
ācome on, princess. all you have to do is beg and iāll have you screaming for meā¦ā
everything ghost says is absolutely filthy, he is all about the little details. he doesnāt actually notice what heās saying in the heat of the moment, all he knows is that his words have your cheeks flushing to a pretty shade of red, and he loves it.
āyouāre such a fuckinā slut for me even your pussy knows it.ā he practically growls. ālook at this sloppy mess youāre making.ā
he ruts the tip of his cock against your slit, coating your folds with his pre-cum. ājusā gonna slip in with how wet you are..ā
your arm is slung over your face as a way for you to hide your embarrassment, you know heās right, thereās no way you could deny it. something about the way he talks to you when heās pent up like this has your pussy throbbing.
āfuck, need to be balls deep inside this cunt.ā he breathes, as he eases his way into you, the fat head of his cock slowly splitting you open as he makes you take in more and more of him.
the veins on his length rub your slick walls deliciously and itās not surprising that youāre already twitching and creaming all over him as soon as he bottoms out.
āthatās it, thereās my slutty girl.ā his raspy laugh fills the silence. āstop using that pretty head, all you need to do is cum for me.ā
Price has a big fat corruption kink and he's so smug about it I can not be convinced otherwise.
He takes care of so many things being a captain, always making sure things are in line and working properly so can you even blame him for fantasising about breaking you into a cumdrunk whore despite your obvious inexperience?
He loves watching you going about your business blissfully unaware of his eyes on you; undressing you in his mind. He thinks tirelessly about how quickly he could turn you into a blabbering mess around his cock.
And so it starts off with you spending extra time in his office under the guise of learning; eager little thing you are. Your crush on Price doesn't go unnoticed by him, not when you're spending every other second in an effort to get your body closer to his.
So, he doesn't miss the blush you adorn when his touch lingers, or you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin. Tension rises between you in an intoxicating cloud of hidden lust; you nervous, him needy.
And before you know it; you're sat on the edge of his desk as Price kneels between your legs and laps at your pussy with a driving motive of rendering you stupid. His mouth works with a talent that has you shaking within minutes; first climax near-blinding as you cum over his tongue and get him addicted to your taste.
And when he pulls back to take in the sight of such a meek little thing blushed pink on his desk, and you're suddenly begging him to fuck you- he can't help but revel in your declining innocence. For someone who was too nervous to look him in the eye as you spoke to him, to be whining about your ache for his cock? He's feral.
Fucks you hard and good over his desk, with each thrust of his hips he plunges you further and further into a stupid need for him. Price breaks you in and makes you his; he will have you cumdrunk by your second orgasm and addicted by your third.
Iām absolutely obsessed with college bf Simon, could we get some more little snippets? maybe just some fluff and a little bit more saucy stuff if you are interested š
headcannons for college bf!simon (the loml)
iām back from beyond the graveš¤
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⢠hot, awkward gym bro (dw he never skips leg day) so big arms and hot back
⢠simonās love languages for giving are quality time and acts of service.
⢠he likes spending time with you even when youāre doing completely separate things, he just likes being around.
⢠not a huge talker but if you are heāll listen and i mean ACTUALLY listen while you ramble on.
⢠sometimes if you're spending time together you'll catch him staring at you and when you look up at him he tries to play it off
⢠he loves the sound of your voice, sometimes he asks you how your day was just because he knows youāll go into extensive detail about little things.
⢠and heāll literally do anything you asked, most of the time you donāt even have to ask him though heās like a mind reader.
⢠always hungry, he's just always ready to eat whenever and if you can't finish your food don't worry because he'll help
⢠he has one of those north face backpacks with a million different pockets and he has a special place for everything in each pocket and itās a system only he understands.
⢠i just have this feeling that he has like 3 games on his phone that heās had since middle school and still plays them religiously; flow free, unblock me, and jet pack joyride please tell me yāall know what iām talking about if you donāt youāre not welcomed here
⢠falls asleep within 15 minutes of any show you put on unless it's something fantasy because he gets wayyy too invested in those
⢠when he sleeps on his back he sprawls out like a starfish and itās the worst because he takes up 90% of the bed
⢠heās like a giant hot water bottle when youāre sleeping, he just runs hot and radiates heat
ā¢blanket hog!!!! omfg and he always complains that it was too hot like if it was sooo hot why are you wrapped up in the blanket??!?!
⢠loves being little spoon, he even asks you to do it sometimes but he prefers just turning over and scooting back into you until you get the hint
⢠has weird beef with your favorite stuffed animal, at first you thought it was a joke but after a while you started to suspect it was serious
⢠strictly uses blue pen and somehow it never smudges like he must have struck a deal with the devil because he never has blue ink on him and he never had smudge marks on his paper
⢠he tries to take you out to somewhere nice at least once a month but heāll also sprinkle in little casual dates here and there but heās a broke college kid so he tries with what he has
⢠he has 37 followers on instagram. his posts get 6 likes and he posts whatever he wants and doesnāt care about making his page look nice, he just slams down that post button whenever he wants and has no posterās shame at all.
⢠also he never captions his stuff and when he does itās like āthis is a picture of me and my friends at a barā and the picture is so poorly lit so you canāt even see anything
⢠he wears mainly black and grey because āit goes with everythingā and owns two pairs of dirty white sneakers
⢠gets annoyed when you steal his socks and then kick them off and leave them scattered around but really itās his fault because his place is always cold like the arctic
⢠thigh tattoos!!!!!! and heās working on a patchwork sleeve but heās very picky so he only has one thing done his left arm
⢠listens to the music in his headphones at the highest volume setting
⢠he keeps up to date on all the pro soccer and rugby news
⢠buzzes off his hair when it gets hot out :(
⢠dog person because let's be honest he's emotionally damaged so he needs to be loved unconditionally and dogs do that
⢠falls asleep with his phone in his hand and itās playing a video on loop while heās snoring
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⢠giver!!! HUGE giver!!!
⢠he prefers giving over receiving because he feels like he has more control, he likes seeing how every movement of his tongue makes you squirm
⢠calls the shots in the bedroom, he's in charge and he gives 110% every time
⢠that doesn't mean he doesn't like it when you "take control" (he's still in control but he's letting take the reins just this once)
⢠it makes it a million times harder if you pull his hair while he goes down on you
⢠his favorite position is cowgirl but he helps a lot and runs his hands all over you while praising you
⢠he likes taking his time with you so at least 2 orgasms before he's even out of his pants
⢠even though he's usually quiet all the time, when the two of you are fucking he suddenly can't stfu, he's talking the whole time telling you how amazing you feel and how good you're doing
⢠not a huge fan of quickies or doing it in public, but if the two of you are desperate he'll literally fuck you anywhere
⢠WHIMPERER!!!!
⢠...... spit kink
⢠if he's fucking you in doggy, he'll pull you up by your neck so youāre looking back at him with your back arched so deep and then he'll spit in your mouth
⢠wraps his whole hand around your bicep when he needs leverage
⢠you kinda have to tell him you're going to give him head because he'll never ask and he even asks "are you sure??" like a million times
⢠likes when you swallow though
⢠he can't look you in the eye when you're giving him head because he'll cum on the spot, he's done it once before and then didn't talk to you for the rest of the night because he felt embarrassed
⢠loves taking dirty pictures before/during/after and keeps them in a locked folder, it has a few very short videos of you suck him off or you when you're riding him
⢠everything is from his point of view and he watches them when you're away from each other for long breaks, sometimes he sends them to you and he'll write "reminiscing šŖ" or something stupid and corny
⢠his aftercare is top notch, he cuddles you for a good while after and then helps you get cleaned up and he even gets you a little snack with your water
⢠always down to try something new if you ask
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please let me know what you think!!
i love a good college au so iām always dying to talk about this heartthrob (this is code for please attack my inbox with college bf!simon asksš«£)
The way the list seemingly never seemed to stopš§ (in a good way thoā¤ļø because this was I had more to enjoyš«¶)
"has weird beef with your favorite stuffed animal, at first you thought it was a joke but after a while you started to suspect it was serious" this is so cute omg
"loves being little spoon, he even asks you to do it sometimes but he prefers just turning over and scooting back into you until you get the hint" awe come here pretty boyš„¹
I also just felt the need to say that I also still have backpack joyride on my phoneš