#mwii smut

[httpsghostie]

Three's a Crowd

bro I have no words for what I've just written it's pure filth I can't stop wont stop I need them internally

I'm not sorry for this

Summary: a situationship between your lieutenant and your colonel that leads to obscene measures.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x female!reader x König, unprotected piv and dp sex, kinda cuckold (?, light spanking, dacryphilia, praising/humiliating, lots of pet names, breeding kink, choking, no use of y/n

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NSFW under the cut

You didn't know exactly how, but you ended up in a situationship between the colonel and your lieutenant, none of them knowing about each other.

Ghost was never the jealous type, at least that's what he said. But some things changed when he heard your voice when he was passing in front of König's room.

"Scheiße, baby." He moaned. It wasn't so loud, but since Ghost had keen senses and was practically merging his ear with the door, it was loud enough for him to hear. He was startled, how could you do this?

For a brief moment, he felt insecure. Was he not enough for you? That's why you had to find someone else to give you pleasure? But you've always told him how it was good, how he fucked you just the way you liked it.

Lieutenant 'not the jealous type' Ghost.

Ironical.

But that feeling changed when he was pinning your face to the mattress, ass up, his cock abusing your hole. He held his phone up, filming how your ass jiggled when he thrusted hard inside you. Your arms were tied behind your back with his belt, and he held them before pulling out and jerking himself off, coming on your ass, cum dripping down your big lips.

And, well, that video was 'accidentally' sent to König's e-mail. 

She lets me cum inside.

Ghost could not fucking believe the answer he read on the phone. He expected König to back off, but apparently König had the same expectations.

He couldn't confront you, and the idea of sharing you with his superior was slowly driving him nuts. You noticed he started fucking you rougher, he'd shoot videos of you two having sex saying he needed those to remind him of you. Of course it was weird at first, but you could trust him, or so you thought.

On the other side, König was also a bit different, the man was once calm, always taking his time with you, but he started to enjoy being meaner. He'd either deny or overstimulate you until you cried on his girthy and long dick hitting your cervix. 

One day, while gagging on König's dick, you noticed him eyeing the locked phone on the bed, beside him. Without stopping, you reached for it and opened the camera, placing it on his large palm. He looks down at you, confused, and you give him a cock drunk smile. He didn't want to ask to film you, so this was pretty much convenient for him.

That was the first video he sent to Ghost in response to him fucking you senseless.

He was speechless. His cocky demeanor vanished as he tried to come up with a snarky response. Nothing could've prepared him to see you drooling on another cock. Unintentionally, the sight of you sucking another guy's dick made him hard. He had to excuse himself out of the meeting because he had a boner. It was funny, he felt like a teen.

But you noticed how both of them were different towards you and each other. They weren't used to talking before, and now it seemed like they'd punch each other's faces whenever they met in common rooms. König assigned difficult tasks towards Ghost and the thought of them knowing about your situationship terrified you once it crossed your mind.

You thought about confronting them, explaining the whole situation. They were both excellent in bed and they provided you with different feelings. König was soft and caring and Ghost was… well, Ghost. But you knew you could lose them two, even though you didn't have an established relationship with them.

One day, the task force is all drinking together, playing truth or dare. Gaz is dared to do something obscene, and he playfully moans like a girl.

Aye, sounds like the lad in König's room.

You choke, spitting the whiskey coke out, the soda gets out from your nose and your eyes get teary from the gas. They all get quiet when they look at you and you fake a laugh, of course Soap had to say that. 

They soon forgot about the awkwardness and went back to the game, but Ghost was eyeing you like a prey. You purposefully avoided them since you all joined for the party, and he and König sat on opposite sides from each other. You sat in between Price and Gaz, you all in a weird circle.

Meeting room. Now.

Your phone buzzed as you received a message from your Lieutenant. You read it from the notifications and looked up, but he was already gone in the darkness. You come up with an excuse and get out of the common area.

When you walked in, the phantom was standing right across the table, you could only see a glimpse of his eyes. The lights were off, but the room was lit when he started typing the digits of his phone password. He slowly stands up and walks towards you, your legs already trembling with fear. The phone is left on the table right in front of you, displaying a video of your fucked out face while sucking a dick very different from his.

"Simon, I can expl-" you try to say, but you're cut off as he grabs a fistful of your hair and buries your face on the cold wooden surface of the table.

"Y'know why I brought you here?" He asks, holding your wrists behind your back. "So everyone can see who you belong to." You feel him restraining your hands with one of his hands, and the spare one unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down just enough to expose his already hard dick.

At this moment, you thank yourself for wearing sweatpants, because they were easily pulled down from your body. He lifted his mask and spat on your pussy, then entered you with his full length, not giving you time to get used to his size.

He fucked you desperately, grabbing your hair again, making you look at the looping video on the screen of his phone.

"You're such a fucking little slut." He groaned. "You're so desperate you need two fat cocks?" You felt ashamed, your face burning, not knowing if it was from the whiskey or the embarrassment. The door made a locking sound and you jolted, but Ghost's grip didn't let you give a look. "Like what you see here, Colonel?" He asks in between breaths, you squirm and try to move but he holds you in place. Soon there was a figure across from you, sitting on the empty chair and manspreading.

"If you fucked her good enough she wouldn't come to me." He said in that thick German accent.

"You're really petty for a second option." Ghost holds your throat from behind, choking you and forcing you to look at König. You can see König's dick getting hard, it wasn't easy for him to mask that due to his size. He got up and slowly walked around the table to get to you. 

"How does he feel, schatz?" König grabs you by the chin, blue orbits finding its way into your soul. You couldn't even babble an answer, Ghost was fucking you brainless. Your eyes could only look back to König and your head could only nod. He lifts a bit of his hood and gives you a kiss, his lips containing the warmth you needed to melt.

"Kneel." Ghost demands you as he pulls out. You do as you're told, but in order to comfortably be on your knees, you pull your pants back up. They don't seem to care. König takes his belt off and folds it, running it from your chest to your chin, lifting your head.

"Be a good girl, ya?" He says as he pushes his pants down, his dick bouncing up as he releases from the boxers. Without even noticing, your mouth was already open and your tongue was laying flat. König brushed his pinkish, leaking tip on your lips and tongue, the familiar salty taste of his precum invading your senses. He pushes it in your mouth, fucking it slowly. Your hand travels to Ghost's dick and jerks him off as he watches. "Like what you see, Lieutenant?" König chuckles.

Ghost was going to give him a sarcastic response, but his head fell back when you started to suck him off, your hand now on König. As you expected, Ghost wasn't so gentle, so his hand grabbed your hair and pushed your throat down his length. You soon became a drooling mess, taking turns on each throbbing cock in front of you.

Your jaw became sore, taking just one of them was already hard enough. You felt a pressure against your pussy and looked down, König's boot was grinding against you. You groan, sinking your weight on his foot. The more you gagged around them, the more he'd move.

"Didn't I tell you were just a fucking whore?" Ghost pulled from your mouth and tapped his cock on your tear stained cheeks. "Getting off his foot, huh? So desperate." As if it was possible for you to get any wetter, you felt another wave of arousal moisten your panties.

He got you up and almost dragged you to the sofa in the corner of the room. König followed just behind. Ghost sat down and made you kneel in front of him, and König positioned himself behind you, large palms roaming your small body and gently pulling your pants down again. He aligned his shaft with your soaked pussy and in one long thrust he pushed it deep inside you.

"Just so… fucking tight." You hear him whimper as he bottoms out. Your eyes are locked with the masked man in front of you, that's slowly jerking himself off at the sight of you being filled by someone else. "Gonna have to tear this pretty pussy apart." You clench around him and he starts fucking you. 

Ghost gently pulls your face closer and lifts his mask, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. You could only moan, in hope no one else could hear it. Your lips were now connected on Ghost's member, eagerly sucking him off. Your moans sent vibrations down his skin and he groaned whenever you gagged.

König's cock was buried deep down your walls, he felt an incessant need to slam his hips into yours and make you a moaning mess, so he held your hips in place as he thrusted hard into you. One of his hands travelled down to your clit and started rubbing circles, easily making you orgasm around him. He felt his climax getting closer, but he didn't want this moment to end just as quick. When his pace became erratic, he pulled out, slapping your ass.

He got up and sat down beside Ghost, who got up and pulled you to his arms, holding you firmly in the air. Your legs were pushed to your chest, the back of your knees held by his veiny forearms. He entered your used hole and started slow, but it didn't last long and he was soon bouncing you up and down his length.

König watched as you took Ghost entirely, thinking about how tight you'd feel with another cock inside you. He gets up and walks behind you, brushing his tip on you.

"Do you think she can handle?" König asks with genuine concern.

"She'll take it and thank you for it, isn't that right, bunny?" Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your face buried in his neck. You manage a small nod before feeling another monstrous cock entering your abused hole.

How that fit was a story for another day, but your pussy was happy to be filled by two men. The pain started to go away and you moved a bit to signal them to go. They managed to keep the same pace for a while. König let you lay back on his chest as Ghost held your legs, they pushed deep down into your core.

"Look at you, taking both of us." Ghost mumbles. "Such an obedient little pet." 

"Such a good girl, liebe." König moans in your ear.

They kept fucking you until you felt empty again. Emptier than ever. Your pants were taken away from your body and König pulled you on top of him as he sat down on the couch, already making you sit on his shaft. Ghost came behind you and you felt a humid finger entering your tight little hole. 

"Simon-" you moan.

"Shut up." He puts another finger in.

"Too much."

"You've taken it before and you're gonna take it again like the good slut you are, understood?" You slowed down on König and felt another finger inside of you, stretching your butthole. You couldn't help but whimper at the way he was using you. "Don't stop fucking her." König holds your hips and starts thrusting harder.

Ghost replaced his fingers with his aching dick and you've never felt so good, so filled. He waited a minute before moving, giving you a bit to adjust. But goddamn it you were tight.

As soon as the pain went away, he started to move, gradually going faster. König was a whimpering mess below you, moaning german praises in your ear. In little to no time, you found yourself being railed once again.

"Can't take much more." König whimpered, digging his nails on your hips. Ghost landed a sharp slap to your ass and towered over you to reach for your clit, he stimulated you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to memorize your scent.

Your legs trembled as you felt your high approaching faster and faster, and you fall on König's chest, trying to muffle your loud moans. 

"That's right, baby, be a good girl and come for us." König holds you close, reaching a new spot. That's what it took for you to squirt all over their dicks. Crying at the non stopping thrusts.

"Always have to leave a mess, huh?" You're still squirming as you hear Ghost say. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you cry."

König also feels his orgasm approaching and with a few more thrusts he can't hold it anymore.

"Gonna fill your cunt with my cum." He moans, holding your chin to look at him. He comes inside of you, but he doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. He keeps on slamming his dick inside your cervix and pushing his cum inside you, making the tears fall out of your eyes. He becomes a whimpering mess as he overstimulates his dick in your pussy.

Ghost also can't stop thinking about how good you feel, and how bad he needs to cum inside you. He slips a hand in front of your body and squeezes your breasts. It was enough to electrify his body and sent shivers down his spine. With just a few more erratic thrusts, he spills his seeds in your hole. He pulls out, kissing your back through his mask. König finally pulls out too, his dick red from the overstimulation. You collapse on his chest, losing consciousness.

"Truce?" He asks Ghost, who's getting dressed.

"Truce."

[angelatsumu]

secrecy. [j. price]

in which captain price denies his love for you publicly, and that doesn't go over well.

cw: angst (a tiny bit...like it's a little hurtful), SMUT, minors kick rocks DNI, price called daddy but is very switch/sub here, knife play, afab!reader, sorta toxic behavior (don't deny your spouse for a bit of approval with your friends bro), blood play a tiny bit, riding, overstimulation, not proofread

“there’s simply nothing worth settling down for lads. end of discussion.” your teeth met the inside of your cheek to stave off the grimace that fought to surface. your lover, the man you called your husband, had the audacity to allow such foolishly indignant words slip from his liquor laced tongue. the gall of the man who’d insisted you make him the happiest man on earth, the one who’d spent hours practicing his speech in the mirror, was something you’d found quite unexpected. to allow such insanity slip from those precious lips you kissed every morning was far more than an insult to your heart; it broke your pride. you’d pridefully and proudly called yourself the captain’s wife, head held higher than it had been before the silly ring on your finger. it was one thing to keep your marriage a secret—that you two had agreed upon—but to admonish your place in his heart? that was unmistakably cruel. your eyes met your lover’s as the men seemed to light-up at his words, applauding him for his dedication to the taskforce and military business. the display only made you want to revolt even more.

the drive home was quiet. normally you’d pretend to be a bit too drunk so that price could pretend to chivalrously take you to your apartment, but tonight you felt no need for such a foolish charade. there was simply no scent for your fellow task force members to follow because john had snuffed out that flame with his foolish banter. you sat bitterly brewing in your misery, flames of wicked jealousy licking at your heels with each passing moment. john could feel it radiating from you, the air too thick for him to swallow as he pridefully refused to concede and beg for forgiveness. the sheer thought of your husband standing by his bravado-littered statements covered you in a figurative sheen of vengeance. you were desperate for the opportunity to right him, to make him eat every little word he’d muttered. you had half the mind roll out of the moving car right this moment, but you decided against such reckless antics. instead, you’d decided to kickstart his own descent into delirium. there was nothing more tantalizing to your husband than making love to you, and perhaps that is where your edge lied.

the sight below you was gloriously sinful. your lover with flushed cheeks and tear-speckled eyes, precious blade of your combat knife nestled just beneath his jaw. your hand could slip and it would bring scarlet red droplets to the surface, giving him a closer shave than he’d bargained for. he knew this, and the thought made his cock stir inside your velvety walls. with each teasing roll of your hips a whimper fled john’s lips, soft pleas for your mercy. his eyes glistened at you as though you hung the stars, just as they were designed to. pressing the knife’s blade ever-so-lightly, you lifted your hips high enough that only the tip remained encased in your plush cunt. the action causes your husband’s brows to knit together as you hover there with the cruelest scowl you can manage. “please, love. ‘m sorry, daddy’s sorry,” he all but whimpers, hips stirring before halting at the feel liquid running down the side of his neck. you scoff at him, eyes narrowing as you lean closer to the object of your affection. your lips hover above his, breath fanning over his skin. “yeah? daddy’s sorry, hm?” he nods eagerly, knicking himself again in dumb desire to please you. you dip your head into the crook of his neck, deft tongue licking a stripe along the path of the stray droplet of blood. the action of ownership leaves your husband dizzy as an uncontrolled whimper leaves his lips. you hum, wicked grin pulling at your lips as you plop yourself down onto him. the fat of your ass claps against his thighs, and your head falls back at the feeling of being so full. you groan, rolling your hips forward just enough to catch your clit on the ridge of his pelvis. john’s hands instinctively move to clutch your hips, and you tut at him amusedly.

your cunt was driving john to insanity, and you weren’t too far behind him. the pace you’d set was increasingly tiring, but your abdomen continued to be set aflame with carnal desire. the clap of your ass against your husband’s lap resounded through the room as you fucked yourself—and him—stupid on his girthy length. orgasm after orgasm had rushed over the two of you, yet your desire for more never wavered. your grip on your beloved knife had since loosened enough that there was no true threat, though the thrill remained. your husband was beautifully fucked beneath you, lip quivering as his eyes struggled to stay open. your tight heat felt torturous, the sensation of your walls griping him like a vice bringing him to tears. your eyes intently glared down at your man, as much as you could while being fucked open. “can’t take anymore, love,” your husband whimpers, hands gripping your hips harshly as he weakly attempted to slow your movements. you huffed at him, hand moving to grip his jaw and force his gaze to yours. your gaze made his cock stir inside your plushy cunt. “you can take it,” you spat at him, squeezing his jaw at the hinges to force his mouth open. without thought you spat into your lover’s mouth, riding him with more tenacity as you felt your high approaching. “oh fuck,” he whined, head falling back from your gasp as you milked him for his last orgasm of the night. “you look at me when I fucking cum, and you remember who you settled down with, john,” you scold him, tugging on his dog tags to force him to meet your view again. the sight before you was picture worthy, pitiful fucked out captain gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky; to him, you did. your orgasm swept you in a vicious wave of euphoria, thighs trembling as you moaned softly over your lover. the cant of your hips slows as you ride out your high, sweat-coated body leaning to press flush against his. john sighs, arms wrapping around you as he babbles apologies into your chest and neck. “never mean’ it, never say it again” he babbles softly, and you’re certain some of his brain oozed out from his ears with how thoroughly you’ve fucked him. with a sigh you untangle yourself from him, peering softly into his beautiful eyes before leaning to pepper kisses along his face. “i love you, John. thank you for letting me have this,” you hum softly. truly he could’ve called off the whole encounter, but he allowed you this relief. oh, what a lover you have.

likes + coments + rbs always appreciated <3 thx

[yawnderu]

Sweet home — Captain John Price x Reader | Part I

Slowly writing more again until I feel better<3

"I missed you so much." John says, dropping his heavy bag on the floor before scooting you up in his arms, spinning you a few times playfully before setting you down.

"You have no idea." He whispers, arms wrapping around your waist as his face seeks shelter on the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet smell after over a month of being away on missions.

"Welcome home, John." You can't help the laugh that escapes your lips at the tickles his beard causes, gently pushing his head away before giving his lips a gentle peck.

"It's good to be back." He leaned forward, nipping at your lower lip playfully before giving you a full kiss, the pressure of the stressful missions slowly going away the more he was with you. He broke off to breathlessly whisper in your ear.

"I need an extra taste, sweetheart." You giggled and playfully hit his arm. Even after years of being married, certain things never change.

"Let's shower and then you can have a taste. You smell." You say teasingly, grabbing his hand and dragging him with you to the bathroom. As much as you love him, he smelt like a bizarre mix of sand, smoke, gunpowder and sweat. He rolled his eyes playfully, one of his hands on the small of your back as you guided him in, locking the door behind you.

"It's not that bad, is it?" He asks jokingly, already knowing the answer is yes. You simply sniff around him, pretending to gag and dragging a laugh out of him, the sound rich and deep that always made you fall even more in love with the man.

"It's awful, but... I did miss you a lot, so let's clean you up." You help him get out of his dirty uniform, taking a second to admire him hole. Price is a grizzled veteran, a muscular and fit body being living proof of just how much he moved around while on missions. You run your hands over his hairy chest, admiring the dark hair all over, scars faintly visible in some areas that only added more personality to the beast if a man your husband is.

"Someone's happy to see me." You comment playfully as you look down at his bulge, already starting to remove his pants and boxers, the 7-inch uncut cock or your husband pressing up against his stomach, tip glistening with precum, and veins that you have traced with your tongue along his shaft hundreds of times.

"Happy doesn't even cover half of it." He replies, eyes glued to you as you take your time to admire him, the way your eyes set on every detail of his body as if he was sculpted by God himself never fails to make his heart weak. His hands go to your dress, pulling it up slowly while he takes his time to admire you as well.

"Bloody hell." He whispers, eyes on your body as he begins to remove your underwear. No matter how many times he has seen your bare body, he always admires you like it's a work of art— and in his eyes, it is. There's nothing more perfect than you, nothing more rewarding than making it back home to his lovely wife.

His hands gently run up and down your hips, the warmth of them leaving a path of fire anywhere he touches as he brings you closer, planting soft, gentle kisses from your neck, going lower and lower until he finds your chest, both of his hands gently cupping your breasts before leaning down more, his lips finding one of your nipples. He begins to lick all around it slowly, only putting it in his mouth once he hears your needy moan. His tongue teases you, rolling the nub up and down, teeth gently biting on it enough for the bundle of nerves to make a path of warmth spread all the way to your cunt.

"John..." His name being moaned out by you sounds like music to his ears, one of his hands firmly holding your rear while the other one starts to play with your free nipple, rolling it around his fingers, gently pinching and pulling. He hesitantly lets go, offering you a sheepish grin as he guides you to the shower.

"Got a bit ahead of myself, love." You take a deep breath, laughing softly at his comment despite the warmth pooling up between your legs. The hot water washes over your bodies, embracing each other lovingly before you lean down to grab the fancy body gel, spreading it on your hands, shooting your husband a small smile while you start to spread the gel all over his body, shamelessly feeling the muscle that seems to cover his entire body over a thin layer of fat.

"I'm really proud of you." You say softly, hands massaging the tense muscles on his back as he groans softly, enjoying your fingers working on his sore muscles. He leans down to give you a kiss as a small "thank you", the exhaustion of the mission slowly catching up to him all of sudden. He leans his body closer to yours, arms wrapping around your waist before gently running a hand down the length of your wet hair.

"Mhm..." He mumbles softly, your words reaching his heart, as they always do. He may be a hardened soldier, but right now? He's pure putty under the seemingly magical hands of his wife.

[bits-and-babs]

✧ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ✧

with one week until october, i've decided it's time i return to writing. i've planned out a release schedule for a kinktober celebration, and hope that i'll be able to complete it this year ! please enjoy, i can't wait to release work for you all again ! ღ

from the 1st - 31st i will be posting one smut fic a day with different prompts featuring different characters. all fics relating to this event will be tagged kinktober 2023. this masterlist will be continually updated as i go.

minors dni: please note all writing in this event is not suitable for minors. if i find minors interacting with my work, you will be blocked.

content tags: please be mindful of the content tags on my fics. each fic will have it's own separate cw section, detailing any sensitive or triggering content. i give ample warning, so if you don't like do not read. all fics will be written as f!reader.

tagging: i will be tagging my usual taglist for the characters I write each day. if you wish to be tagged on each day of kinktober, please sign up via the taglist below.

navigation blog rules taglist

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ─

OCTOBER 001.

camgirl | simon 'ghost' riley x camgirl!reader summary: a new client sends a request for a solo-cam performance. his lack of detail and scarce details leave you unprepared. cw: f!reader, sexwork, dirty talk, breast-play, m & f masturbation, use of sex toy, use of honorific 'sir' but no real power dynamic.

OCTOBER 002.

touch starved | din djarin x reader summary: the child has been getting in the way of you and mando spending time together. after weeks without your touch, he's finally reaching his limit. cw: f!reader, needy din, slightly ooc din to fit the theme, begging, oral (m receiving), cumming early, reference to f oral.

OCTOBER 003.

phone sex | johnny mactavish x reader summary: on leave, johnny can't resist pestering you while you're at work. or perhaps he just can't resist you... cw: f!reader, sexting, dirty talk, voyeurism(?), begging, masturbation (m & f), orgasm denial, inferred voyeurism. this one made me blush.

OCTOBER 004.

aphrodisiac | grand admiral thrawn x reader summary: grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire. cw: aphrodisiacs/sex pollen vibes so dub-con, fingering, cum eating, political mind games.

OCTOBER 005.

clothes on | joel miller x reader summary: trapped inside a wardrobe whilst hiding from infected, joel ups the ante of survival. cw: f!reader, threat to life, mentions of gore, quiet or die kind of vibe, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cream pie, autassassinophilia – arousal in the fear of being killed.

OCTOBER 006.

nipple piercings | captain john price x reader summary: three months into your sas training course, chief directional instructor captain john price drills you on cold-water-shock survival. cw: f!reader, cold water shock, power imbalance (recruit x directing staff), secret relationship, breast/nipple stimulation, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cream pie.

OCTOBER 007.

incubus | maul x reader summary: a bizarre creature comes to visit your dreams, promising to satiate the desperate yearning of your body that it sensed across the plains of the force. cw: incubus! – somnophilia and dub-con by default, size kink, rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cream-pie, choking, breath play, use of pet name ‘dove’

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 —

OCTOBER 008.

roleplay | könig x reader summary: as with all of your bedroom antics with könig, you plant the seed. but when he finally succumbs to your devious plan, you struggle to withstand the heat. cw: roleplay hostage situation, faux attack, faux disregard for partners comfort (konig cares a lot though, i promise) oral sex (m receiving), rough oral sex, face slapping, rough deep throating, swallowing.

OCTOBER 009.

witch!reader | din djarin x reader summary: cw:

OCTOBER 010.

cheating | captain john price x reader summary: cw:

OCTOBER 011.

breeding kink | grand admiral thrawn x reader summary: cw:

OCTOBER 012.

caught sex | joel miller x reader summary: cw:

OCTOBER 013.

morning sex | john mactavish x reader summary: cw:

OCTOBER 014.

hate sex | oberyn martel x reader summary: cw:

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 —

tbc...

[sillystargirll]

Drunk and Fucked

You are drunk and fuck Ghost and Johnny

cw: alcohol consumption, intoxicated sex, smut, double penetration, reader insecure, reader is fem."

"I can't I can't...my liver is already messed up" you responded as you enter the lounge area and lay on the couch Gaz and Price decided to head up to their rooms calling it a night.

It was supposed to be a night to relax at the pub and grab a drinking Drinking but what do you expect when Soap challenges you to a drink off. You and Ghost sat on the couch side by side. your legs up on the couch and leaning against the couch.

"Remind me to never challenge j-johnny to drink." felt a blush rise to your cheeks and you groaned ever so lightly. The alcohol in your system makes an aching sensation in your side and makes your thoughts go over the place.

By the time you turned your attention to Johnny, he had gotten Gaz and Price up to their rooms and sat down beside you. "I could go for some rose wine right bout now!" you threw your hands up ever so gently and touched your cheeks.

"Y/N! your drunk and if you do that you gonna have a nasty hangover bonnie" Johnny turned towards you and ghost. you were surprised to see ghost still stick around he wasn't a social type but if came down to pubs he would tag along.

"W-who cares w-we have the day off tomorrow!" you leaned over to him and poked his cheek. Ghost shifted his weight and hummed as he watched you giggle.

He looked at Johnny as you talked about the many reasons why drinking more leads to a nasty hangover which you didn't care.

Y/N had a drunken blush over her nose and cheeks and your hair lazily shoved into a bun. The black dress you wore came down to your mid-thigh and was pushed up farther with the way you were sitting.

Ghost was the first one to initiate any type of contact, he moved his fingers along the hem of your dress and traced it gently. It sent shivers down your spine and you turned to him. you watched as his fingers traced her thigh and touched some of the scars that were underneath.

"You're gorgeous, y/n..." Ghost mumbled under his breath and his rough British accent just made everything hotter you raised your hand to your mouth. you never thought in a million years you would hear a compliment from him especially since he's a very closed and reserved person.

"Oh...hm..thank you.." you felt another hand touch your side and you looked up at Soap who looked down at you with half-lidded eyes.

"Oh...uh, I...Ghost..." you mumbled gently and closed her eyes, trying to slow your breathing. Ghost's hand slid under her dress and his hand gripped your thigh causing you to bolt your eyes open.

As you looked up from his hand you felt lips touch your own and you slowly fell into them. The kiss seemed rough and a hand touched your chin and pulled you more into him. you moaned under his mouth and the hand on your waist slid up your stomach and came right under your breast. Ghost mouth pulled from yours and you whined but then your head was turned to Soap and he kissed you, this time soft and gentle, unlike Ghost's.

Ghost moved to his knees on the couch and slowly moved up her dress farther. Soap pushed her back into his chest and also sat on his knees as Ghost moved her legs as well.

"Ah~ guys...I..I.." you breathed out looking up at Ghost and seeing the hungry look in his eyes. "Is this okay?" Ghost asked with his fingers still in your dress.

You couldn't find the words and Johnny lifted your head to him. "Come on, bonnieee...answer him." He whispered into your ear and you hummed and blushed.

"On...the couch?" you asked in a whisper and the two men looked at each other. Before you knew it you were being picked up bridal style and moved over to Ghost's bedroom and set down on her feet. Before she could officially speak she felt lips on her own and a body being pressed into her back.

She stood on her toes to kiss the male in front of her more as she felt lips touch a sensitive spot on her neck and she moaned. "Such pretty moans...god you're beautiful.." Shouta mumbled into her mouth and as he did the zipper against her back slowly came down.

"Ah..w-wait. My...I..." This time your face grew hot in the embarrassment of being naked in front of the men, especially your lieutenant. you felt the cold air hit the scars on your back and you whimpered.

"Yes, love?" Johnny lifted your head to him and you shifted just a little as your hands sat against Ghost's chest.

"Your scars are beautiful, luv" Ghost kissed your hand and you looked at him. "Your body is soft Bonnie..." Johnny whispered into her ear as his fingertips scaled the opening part of your back feeling the large slash-shaped scar that placed itself in the middle of your spine.

"Are you okay lass..? May I..?" Johnny asked and she nodded. Ghost gently moving your chin to his face. "Use your words" he brushed his thumb over your lips.

"Y-yes..." you said and soon the rest of your zipper came down and your dress began to pull off your shoulders.

Ghost pulled the top of your dress down and off of your arms. The long sleeves had covered the scars on your arms and you looked away from him.

"I-I'm sorry...they're everywhere I..." you bit your lip and both men pushed their bodies into you embracing you into a hug. "Don't be sorry, bonnie they're beautiful. Just like you.." Soap released hot breaths against the scar that elongated on her neck and she shivered.

Johnny put your hands onto his and held them upwards and to the sides as Ghost moved his lips along her body. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, and down to your chest. Grabbing the front clip and undoing it, Johnny grabs it from your shoulders and drops it.

Ghost placed his lips on your breast and you whined and felt goosebumps through your body. Johnny raised your arms higher and you squeezed his hands feeling an aching sensation between your legs.

Johnny placed his lips onto hers as Ghost's tongue curled around her nipple and his free hand slid your panties down your legs and slid his hand between your legs.

"She's so wet for us Johnny...so beautiful" he looked up at Johnny and trailed and kissed up her neck. "Do you like this, luv? Having two men ready to stuff you? To fill you?" you whined at the thought and rubbed your legs together as his hand circled over your slit.

"No no, legs open." He whispered and forced your legs to open with his knee. "your thighs look so good." He mumbled and kissed down your chest and stopped at your stomach.

"Hmmm, Simon...let me show her what my tongue can do.? Will you moan for me, my bonnie?" Johnny rubbed his cheek against you and you nodded.

"Yes...yes..." your hands were let go and Ghost snaked around behind you and sat on the bed, your back to his chest and his hands wrapping under her knees, pulling them upwards. Johnny interlocked his fingers with yours and you felt your chest heave.

"J-Johnny...p-please..." you mumbled and tightened your grip on his hands and he only kissed the top of her thigh and hovered his mouth over her. His hot breath making you whine and press your body into Ghost more.

"Focus on me my love, just me." you sucked in a breath as his tongue slid up and down your slit and the way his tongue slipped inside of you made you throw your head back with a jolt. This gave Ghost an opening he removed his lifted baclava and started making a hickey on her open neck.

The feeling of Johnny's tongue moving against her made her legs shiver and the feeling of the tip of his tongue swirling around your clit making you whine out loud.

The warmth had shot up your spine and into your head and cheeks, the feeling quite new to you. You had never received like this ever in your life and you weren't expecting this to feel the way it did.

With his hands locked with yours and his tongue working inside of you vigorously he had only felt the inside of his jeans become tighter and his mind washing over with thoughts of different positions to put you in.

He widened his tongue and licked slowly up into your clit and you jolted with a certain coldness. "J-J...Johnny...cold?" you breathed out in a huff and you glanced down at Johnny who poked his tongue out and you saw a glint. you totally forgot he had a tongue piercing .

You let out a curse as he circled your clit a couple more times with it and sucked your clit until you let out a choked moan and dig your nails into Johnny's hand making him form into your entrance and licked the remains of her first orgasm.

Took a bit but...you got it, lass." He first kissed Ghost and pushed his lips deeper into his and bit his lip,. Johnny went down and kissed you. your body shaking from the orgasm that flowed through your body.

You watched as Johnny peeled off the rest of his clothes in front of her and Simon slowly let her legs down and his hands went to cup your breast, playing with them and pinching your nipples.

You could feel his length pressed against your back and you whined at the rough attention your breasts were getting. Johnny grabbed your hands and pulled you up to your feet and placed his lips against yours and held your naked body close to his.

Ghost watched the interaction and palmed himself through his sweats. He turned you around to where your back was now to his chest and you watched Simon reach into a drawer and pull out two condoms, handing one to Johnny and putting one on the dresser.

You could feel him slide against your ass and you whined turning her head. "Do you...have to wear one..." you mumbled and his eyes widened.

"Aw...Does our good girl want to be bred? You'd like being bred like the slutty little thing you are..." you whined in response and grind your ass into Johnny"s cock earring a groan from him.

"Fuck...It. No condom." He breathed against your neck. He leaned you against Ghost and he wrapped his arms under yours and around your neck as your arms went around his and you pressed your lips into his. your face growing hot and between your legs becoming needy again.

"So pretty my little Bonnie. Fuck you're so ready for me. Yeah..." he let out a deep-throated sound and pushed his painfully hard cock into you causing you to raise on your toes and let out a deep whine into Ghost's mouth. Your one hand falling from his neck and pushed onto Ghost's clothed clock.

Ghost groans and slowly your hand began to press against him as Johnny started to move in and out of you from behind. The feeling of you being filled put her mind in a haze and you felt your lips falter against Ghost's and you could only lean your head on his shoulder and let out throaty moans that left your mouth open. You could feel Johnny pull back and leaving the tip of his cock in you and forcing himself back into you making you let out a cry of ecstasy.

Johnny's moans came out loud and grated and his mind went white feeling close and chasing his orgasm. He placed one of his hands right at the top of your hip from your back and gripped it tight and forced two more thrusts into you before cumming.

"Ah' fuck! God! You're so fucking sweet Bonnie!"

"J-J...J-Jo...Johnny..." Your legs seemed to give out as he was still inside of you and stilled your body. You felt him pull out and his cum mixed with yours slid down your thighs and soaked thighs.

"Mmm, my turn..." Ghost lets you lean against him as he managed to slip his clothes off along with his mask, You were shocked that he took off his mask, but you couldn't help but stare at him he was so beautiful a perfect humane specimen. He slid his hands right under your ass and lift your body onto him. Your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

You felt Johnny close in on her back and your head was tilted to the side and you heard soft moans from the two men and watched as they kissed each other passionately. You watched them and squeezed your arms against them, feeling both their cocks on your body.

You had once again become needy and whined feeling the lack of attention. " Does our Slutty girl want more? Already so needy and wanting to be filled again huh?" Ghost moved her face to his and you bit your lip.

"Such a pretty girl. You're such an amazing woman." "Slutty Girl." "Good girl..."

The praises and degradation filled your ears and the last comment was followed by Ghost's cock shoving into you. "Ah!" you shouted and pushed your head back. your body was moving in a fast motion, unlike the way that Johnny moved. your body jolted with each movement as you were being held by the two men and you let out sobs your arms began to loose around his neck.

"Come on, take your Lieutenant cock. Fuck you're just like a pretty girl getting her hole filled. You like that?" He teased you and you could only groan in response.

"Yeah, that's what I like to hear." His arms grew tighter onto you and he gritted his teeth as your walls tightened around him and it made his thrust stutter.

"F...fuck." He mumbled and dug his fingers into your sides. "You're doing such a good job taking his cock. Cum just for him like you did me okay?" Johnny whispered into your ear and you whined with a nod.

Ghost groaned and reached his hand down between them and started to make circles against your swollen clit and you gave a low-pitched moan soon you felt tears prick your eyes and you leaned your body against Johnny and he tightened his body against you.

"Come on, cum for me girl. Fuck...goddamnit." you jolted again and let out a whine and Ghost grunted and stopped his movements.

"You did...so good...so good..." Johnny felt his legs shake themselves and slowly made their way onto the bed. Johnny is on the bed with your back against his and Ghost laying on top.

"Bonnie...mmm my girl...one more round?" Johnny whispered into your ear and whined. Ghost pressed his chest to yours and raised your face to his.

"Pretty fucked out girl, you can take one more round? Both of us? Would you like that?" Ghost whispered into your ear and you shivered into his arms.

Ghost reached into a small drawer and pulled out a small tube and poured the gel into his hand, slathering it all over Johnny"s cock and onto your ass. The cold feeling soothing your body for just a second before Johnny"s cock started to push into your ass.

"J-JJohnny...fuck" you cursed out and gripped onto Ghost's body as he started to push into your front as well.

Johnny's hands came up and gripped both of your nipples as pinched them and rolling them between his fingers as he forced his hips upwards into yours at a gentle and steady rhythm along with Ghost doing the same. your legs hung gently in the air as Ghost held himself to the most he could with his hands propped onto the bed with her also pulling him down to your chest.

Johnny"s feet fell flat onto the push surface of the mattress and began to move his hips faster and rutting into yours as Ghost's knees dug into the mattress and forced your body down with each of his thrusts into yours.

By this time You had felt a strong fog push into your mind and your body could only respond with multiple orgasms. your tongue hung out of your mouth just lightly mans your nails started to bleed Ghost's back and your moans uncontrollably loud.

"Gh, Gh ,Gho...John...nny...Ghosttt.." you felt many more Orgasms wash over you and soon you felt both of the men pressed against you to release inside of you one more time.

Johnny moaned and catching his breath of the aftermath of his orgasm

 he looked at her face, it was read. Sweat rolled from Her forehead and she had a fucked out look on her face that told them everything.

"Did...did you have a fun lass?" Johnny kept you encased on his cock as Ghost was still on top of them both. "Hmmm" you groan as you respond as your eyes started to flutter.

"Look at you all...all...fucked out. Fuck..." Ghost slowly pulled out of you and watched as his cum drilled out of you only for Johnny too. Setting your back on her side and laying in front of you with Ghost at the back.

"Feel good?" Johnny cuddles close to you and she wrapped your arms around him and her gaze turned behind him. "Mmm.." Ghost wrapped his arms around yours as well.

"s-so what now"." Johnny was able to chuckle out a groan. Ghost was not amazed and neither was Y/n, nonetheless, they couldn't talk anything about the exhaustion.

"We...talk...about this...morning.." your body ached and you could only feel the fog of sleep going into your body and soon you dropped into the most exhausted sleep you could ever think of Ghost second then Johnny.

[misssilversunny]

Masterlist

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🎀 This is my thirst account where I ramble abt anime men

🎀This account contains mostly smut and fluff, but I might dabble in other genres

🎀 I won’t write about cheating, feet kinks, or any gross bodily fluids, but I’m willing to try anything else at least once!

🎀 I’d love to write about dacryphilia, mean men with innocent women, biting, and breeding (esp dubious breeding)!

🎀 I’ll write for:

JJK

BHNA/MHA

Monsterfuckers

COD MWII

Slashers (Please note I have not seen the movies, all of what I know is off fanon content)

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[simonz-angel]

“fuckin’ look at me.”

the growl of words bounces in your mushy skull, watery eyes blinking till pretty crystal tears drip down the apples of your cheeks.

you’re lost, fluttering eyes fighting the fog, the way he reaches into your guts. it has you struggling and gasping.

yet, when simon’s fingers curl tight round your jaw, thick digits pressing dimples into the fat of your cheeks, you finally start to snap into reality.

“yeah, baby,” he laughs down into your face, teeth glistening in the soft bedside lamp. “i’m here, i’m here.”

and it’s not a sweet coo, it’s a harsh taunting, a mere joke to him to watch your eyes cross, and roll.

“t-too much, si, n-no” and it’s a broken, desperate cry, hands violently pawing at the backs of his thighs when he shoves himself meters into you.

you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way the tip of his pretty cock lays sweet frenchies against your cervix. and he stills, letting you really accommodate to the mere length, the width of him.

“let me see your pretty eyes, baby,” he huffs, breath heavy against your face in a way that does nothing but suffocate you. “you tired? you done?”

and your silence speaks for you, eyes bouncing back and forth from pupil to pupil. you can’t focus, the tips of your toes digging deep into his calves almost angrily.

it feels too good, in a way that has you squirming up like you’re under some spell.

“that’s what i thought,” he coughs up in a laugh, taking you by the lips aggressively. he lets his tongue open you up, and he explores your mouth carefully, hips pulling back as he readies himself. “now just be pretty for me and take it, yeah, hun?”

ion even know, this is so fucked 🤦‍♀️ send mama requests.

[leafavleo]

GHOST uses to workout quite frequently, because of his job in military. He never admits it loud, but he likes to be in good shape. He likes the glances that you’re sending him when he’s taking off his shirt on purpose to present you his muscular back, covered in black ink tattoos.

There’s only one thing that he hates during his daily routine — push ups. He doesn’t know why he dislikes to do that workout, it’s just happen. He prefers other exercises, but while he’s at home, without the gym equipment, it’s just what’s left for him to stretch those arms muscles more.

But fortunately, recently you’ve got an idea of how to make this workout more pleasant for him. You find yourself on the floor, underneath Ghost while he’s grunting and sweating. It’s not what you think it is, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t making you feel in a certain way.

You like the view from down there. He’s shirtless and the only piece of clothing that he wears are the grey sweatpants. The way he’s looking and sounding makes you want to wrap your legs around his waist and just keep him down.

“Don’t try to give up, because you’ll squish me.” You giggle once Ghost makes another push up, giving you a quick kiss in meantime.

“Not gonna, doll.” He says back in breathy tone, pushing himself back up. He grunts again and lower himself down, giving you another kiss.

You make this exercise quite enjoyable for him.

[orbitganymede]

baby daddy simon who dated you for a year before you got pregnant, you’d gone through most of the pregnancy alone, him being deployed 3 weeks after you found out and gone until the very last month of it. the both of you had tried at keeping the relationship together, but the distance and loneliness got to you, you’d been fine when it was just you but now with baby, you can’t let the father go in and out of their life. he wasn’t very happy with the decision to end your relationship, in his mind you were together forever now, tied together by this beautiful thing you two created, he didn’t even want children before you told him you were expecting but his whole world view changed when he realized that he not only had you to protect but a baby as well.

but you’d moved out against his wishes, finding a small flat you like and making it home for you and baby. he would come over sometimes, when he could, and spend some time with baby but honestly he felt more like some glorified uncle, would be convinced he was nothing to this child until he saw those brown eyes staring back at him, the ones that are so completely his, and he comes to the conclusion that this isn’t gonna work.

he starts small, coming over once a week instead of every other weekend, takes the two of you out for dinner instead of letting you cook or ordering in. stays late enough that you offer him the spare bed in the guest room, even with the distance you’ve put between yourselves, you can’t help but care for him, knowing nobody else will.

then he puts more pressure on you, making sure you see just how valuable he is, taking night shift feedings and waking up early with baby when they’re fussy. he offers to take baby for the night so you can go out with your friends, do things you haven’t been able to since baby’s arrival, even pays for a spa day for you to really relax. he stocks your fridge, full of the snacks you love and a bottle of wine for the hard nights. he buys and sets up new decor in the house, finally gets you the pretty white vanity and a new washing machine that doesn’t squeak. he really just does what he considers ‘husband duties’, things that he should have been doing this whole time.

and when you don’t budge on the separation, he goes nuclear, “no, love, i haven’t seen your birth control pills”, “look how cute this baby is, remember when ours was that small, sweetheart”, “you’re so stressed darling, let me help you” which basically means you end up getting rawdogged within an inch of your life, condom long forgotten, one of simons hands held over your mouth to muffle the sounds you’re making. he just hopes he’d tracked your cycle right, that you’re actually ovulating, because you can’t possible refuse his ring after having two of his babies right? you wouldn’t do that to him, would you pet?

[bi-writes]

ok ok how about mute?ghost who you aren't sure if he's actually mute or if he just chooses not to say anything. you hear a different answer from everyone you ask. (18+)

ever since mexico, wouldn't say a fucking word.

nah, mate, he's been zipped shut since he enlisted.

heard it was a mad accident.

what you mean? heard him telling off privates not even a year ago!

well, since you're a certified yapper, and ghost can't (won't) tell you to shut up, you make him your living diary. whenever you see him around, you sit next to him, stop by his office, hop up onto his desk and talk to him. you tell him about your day, about the recruits that bother you the most, about the meals in the mess hall being worse on saturdays than on mondays (fuck, you'd think the weekend would put some pep in their step, no?).

but gosh, when ghost finally had you seated in his lap with your pants around one ankle, you really weren't expecting to hear him.

pussy-drunk, tongue out, hands gripping your ass as he listens to the wet smack of your thighs against his, and that's all it takes for him to let out the filthiest groan you've ever heard, enough to make you spiral, see red-hot stars, to shake and cry until you're cumming and babbling and even more incoherent.

when they talk about ghost, you still keep your mouth shut. you're still not sure if he talks, fuck if i know, is what you say.

but if you suck his cock just right, you're certain he's singing.

[konigsbitch]

꧁ How would COD men react to pink bow on their bicep ꧂

König

König would be smiling like an idiot under his mask

Will call it coquette as you do

Will flex his arm just to see you smile and you'd be telling him to flex it more but he doesn't want to rip the bow apart

He knows that's what you want but he wants to tease you

Would dare you to put one around his cock

"come on, liebling (darling). Put a pretty bow around my cock so it will be cockquette when I will fuck you."

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I really feel like Ghost would be like

"aw, you put a pink bow on me? Do you think it suits me? I don't need your opinion, I know it does. I look good in pink"

He will flex his arm, but not too much so he won't rip that pretty bow apart

He will flex his arm, but not too much so he won't rip that pretty bow apart

Will cover it with something and wear it for the whole day

This man could be killing while having a pink bow wrapped around his muscles

[itsoutrageouss]

Sitting on Simon’s face to shut him up?

It's when you think he gets too arrogant, too mouthy that you push Simon 'Ghost' Riley down by the shoulders. He could easily stop you and you both know it. But he welcomes it, a little taken aback by the sudden gesture but intrigued.

You had been arguing over yet another mission- he said you were too soft and sentimental, you said he was too cold and aloof. One day arguing had led to him hoisting you up against the wall and fucking you to prove a point. You guys hard argued a lot more since then.

He lets himself lay down on the bed, feet still planted on the ground. It takes you 0.1 second to slip off your panties under your skirt before you're crawling over him, climbing him like a tree and slowly sitting yourself down

You manage to catch his eyes before his face disappears under your skirt. You think it might be love, the way he looks up at you.

And it worked because he doesn't say a single thing- no protest or thanks. He just gets to work, hands curling around your thighs, opening his warm mouth for you and letting his tongue delve into your cunt. Eventually there's a groan of appreciation that sends shivers up and down your spine, making you arch and simultaneously press yourself down onto his mouth harder. He sticks his tongue out in response, urging you to move by yourself with a tug on your hips.

It had been a ridiculous discussion where he'd been praising his skills far too much and yours far too little- but it melted from your mind as you rocked your hips over his face, feeling his nose nudge your clit.

He mumbles against you, slobbering and sucking diligently -doing his duty- serving his apology with gentle sucks on your clit.

His eyes are closed tightly. What had you been arguing about? And why exactly hadn't you shut him up like this before? And would you pretty please do it again?

He feels you drip down his chin and onto his neck, his brow furrowing as he groans. He wanted to actually at you up, gently scraping his teeth on your sensitive clit as you cum all over his face. He was gonna piss you off more often now on purpose if this was how you'd punish him.

[amaranthinespirit]

older boyfriend!simon riley with inexperienced!reader cw: age gap and use of 'daddy'

your relationship with simon might seem a little odd to those around who only manage to catch a glance your direction. i mean, it's not entirely unwarranted, you're such a sweet, docile thing in comparison to your boyfriend who's gruff and brooding most of the time.

he's just as convinced as the rest of them how he managed to be with such a lovely thing as yourself, thanking his lucky stars every night. though he's sure you're one of them, a bright, gleaming star that fell from the night sky into his thick arms, beefy muscles keeping you bound to him.

sure, the age gap made a person wince whenever they heard it, but it didn't matter to you and simon. you loved each other, and that was that.

he takes care of you, teaching you and your naive mind how to be in a relationship, treating you well with gifts and flowers every week. he also teaches you how to take care of him, training your throat to take his thick cock deep. calloused hand wrapped in your hair, veins popping as he groans out, slowly forcing you further as he watches the bulge protrude your throat.

his breaths are labored, chest heaving as he voices gruffly, "mmm, y'learn s'quick, darlin', such a good girl for daddy, hm?" a chuckle rumbles in his chest, hips bucking involuntarily rips a strained cry from your throat, "sorry, baby, yer doin' s'good."

he makes sure to take care of you afterwards, pressing your body into the plush bedding, his hips rolling slowly into your soaking, wanting pussy, your spongy walls stretching around his heavy cock, legs wrapped around his bulky hips. his balls press into the plush of your rear as he takes it slow and loving, pressing kisses to your temple as he mumbles praise and affirmation.

"yeah, tha's it, good girl, takin' daddy s'well, lettin'im take care of ya," his voice is breathless in your ear, his pace never changing as promised, "daddy's got you, c'mon, lovie." his lips trail down to your jaw, kissing along the bone before he nuzzles his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. his breath warm and fanning across your sweaty, damp skin as he fills you full of his thick, creamy release.

[bejeweledblondie]

When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

[sanriovin]

steamy shower sex with simon.

the man's just come home from a deployment which took you away from him and him away from you for a whole month. a whole month of both of you having no sexual contact with each other, no calls, no photos, no nothing.

so just imagine the desperation and the raw need between the two of you as he stepped foot back into the place that finally felt like home after so many years of trying to find it, dropping his bag to the wooden floor, not even bothering to take his shoes off as his arms found themselves wrapped tightly around your smaller body, holding you close, so close.

"missed you, lovey." his voice was deep, low, as usual, yet his tone was softened, into one of vulnerability, love, desire, and need. one that he only ever used towards you. only you were deserving of hearing and seeing his true emotions, which were hidden behind a cold mask to others.

you insisted he should take a shower, clean himself up from the messy deployment, ease his stiff, aching joints, slowly ground himself back into the domestic side of his life, even if it wouldn't last forever. not yet, at least, one day, maybe.

however, simon didn't want to be alone yet, no, not after he just came back to his sweetheart. so in the end, the two of you ended up showering together. it started as a normal shower, which slowly escalated into more.

which is how you found yourself, in simon's big, well-trained arms, his scarred fingers pressing tightly into your thighs, back against his muscled chest, as he fucked up into you, his fat cock stretching out your pulsing, clenching walls with a slight new found difficulty from how long he was separated from you. but, that just means he has to get you nice and stretched out, doesn't he?

the running water did little to conceal the groans and low moans from him, and the higher, louder moans and whines from you. your head was leaning against his shoulder, eyes barely open, as his tip repeatedly pressed against your sweetest spots inside you, making you feel dizzy from the unwavering pleasure.

rutting his hips up into you, his grip on you tightened, as he slowly lowered his head, whispering into your ear amidst his noises of pleasure and relief. "feeling good, pretty girl? getting close? i can fucking feel you clenching around me so hard. you wanna cum, yeah?"

he was teasing you with his words, as he soon began to simultaneously bring your wet pussy down onto his dick while fucking up into you, but you knew he was just as wanting as you were in this moment.

your moans grew louder in noise, stirring him on to do the same, his groans and grunts of your name and dirty words growing louder and more rushed. your wetness was dripping down his cock, slipping down his bare, marked skin, leaving a trail which almost immediately got washed off by the running water in the shower.

the glass was steamed up, a white sheet of condensation hiding your two bodies away from the outside. the air was getting hotter and thinner, which, along with your current states, didn't really help much. but, none of that mattered in the moment. what mattered was that you were with simon again, getting one of the best sex experiences in your life.

"g'nna cum, wanna cum, pleasee, 'leasee!" you cried out, turning your head, trying to capture simon's lips in a long-awaited kiss. you could see his eyes moving to look down at your lips, as he lowered his head down, capturing your lips in a wet, messy kiss, one with tongue's meeting, fighting for the dominance, which undoubtedly you had lost quickly.

"you wanna cum, huh?" he muttered out, his pace constant, not speeding or slowing down. "wanna cum so desperately? then do it. be a good girl for me and make a fucking filthy mess."

and that was all it took for you to snap, your body jerking and trembling as the tension in your lower abdomen snapped, mind blank, save for simon's name, as your orgasm hit you so intensely, squirting so hard as your body shook from it. your pussy clenched and twitched so much that that in itself was enough to bring poor simon to the breaking point.

holding you down tightly on him, which was definite to leave many loving, reminiscent marks of what had happened, he let out a lusty, heavy moan, burying his face in your shoulder, as hot spurts of his cum shot into you, intertwining with yours, creating a sticky mess between the two of you as it began to dribble out, getting flushed away through the shower water.

it took you some time to gather yourselves; to catch your breaths, come back to reality, to ground yourselves from the orgasms you had just experienced. simon slowly let you down, turning the shower off, looking down at you, as you slumped against him, barely managing to stand on quivering legs.

"well, that shower was pointless, wasn't it?"

but he wouldn't trade these moments for anything in the world.

(author's note: wrote this on a whim, not too proud of it 🤞)

[sillystargirll]

Mommy's good boy

(a mini-sequel to Mommy's milk )

cw: mommy kink, sub konig, tit play, praise kink, oral, very smutty

After that little encounter between you and König finding out he is turned on by lactating from your tits along with a mommy kink, He's been more on edge lately to do it again which today was his lucky day. since he would be coming home from overseas from a mission.

You had sent your child over to your parent's house for a couple days since they really wanted the chance to see their grandbaby and spoil them, your mother had given you a smirk knowing why you wanted to drop off the kid with her and you were just straight up honest, you wanted to spend time with König for a couple of days. your mom said nothing and kissed your cheek making sure you had fun with him.

So here you were it was past 2am nothing out of the ordinary since he always came back late. Soon hours passed as it slowly rolled to 4am You had texted König but he wasn't answering, it was probably due to no service over there you didn't blame him. After all, you guys had a week together without a screaming baby interrupting both of you. you got up from the couch making your way to bed you removed your robe placing it on a chair close to the vanity. climbing onto the bed you pulled the sheets over your body slowly drifting away to sleep.

Half an hour later König walks through the door, turning on the lights of the living room he sets his belongings down carefully making sure he doesn't wake you or his kid up. walking to the kitchen König sees saw the large plate of food wrapped in plastic wrap to protect it and one light on in the kitchen. You always made sure that König had a plate of food waiting for him to come home at a decent time. He heated up what he needed and shoveled all of it in his mouth as quietly as he could.

He could feel his chest rumbling from the moaning. After feeding his stomach, he took a shower, allowing the dirt and grime, dirt, and blood from his body. When he stepped out of the shower, he patched up the minor cuts and scrapes he got throughout his mission.

Quickly going on to check his child the crib was empty, panic set in he quickly and quietly dashed to your shared room with him, finding you asleep he sighed in relief as he saw you there but was still confused about why his kid is not there, sure only you would hold these answers.

he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt along with removing his mask to sleep in before heading to bed. He smiled at you sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in all the covers from the stomach down. you were in a tank top, exposing your beautiful skin. Konig crawled into bed and stared at you for a while. His eyes trailed from the top of your body down to her hip which was covered. He placed a small kiss on your forehead before his attention was drawn to the necklace around their neck. It was of a Heart with its initials on the belly of the heart.

It was small enough not to worry him too much when she fell asleep with it on. Then his eyes trailed more to your breast. It was slightly cold in the room, making your nipples peek through the fabric of the tank top. For some reason, tonight, his mind became fuzzy with the stress of everything. His one goal was to wrap his lips around the nipple to softly suckle until his mind went blank. Keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you were still fast asleep.

All of today's dark, echoing thoughts vanish in the background and allow his mind to suckle on your breast mindlessly. His eyes focused on her breathing, watching for any signs and movement, and he cuddled close to her head, his head under her chin. All you did to move was wrap an arm around him, still sleeping. 

“This is wrong. This is bad, like really bad she is going to hate you !” his mind screamed.  

He wrapped his arm around your, pressing his body as close to you as possible. you still didn’t move. Using the tip of his finger, he grazed the top of the tank top, carefully pulling it down far enough to reveal your nipple. your skin was soft under his touch, your breast large and filled with milk enough for him to cup with both hands comfortable with still spillage between his fingers. It looked so comforting yet arousing, but his lack of erection signaled it to move.

Slowly he wrapped his lips around the nipple, not moving. When he felt your body stiffen in his arms, he tried to pull away. But your hand cupped the back of his head, keeping him in place. your breathing was not heavy, just slow and calm.

He took a tiny suck, waiting for her reaction, but none came. His eyes looked for your facial response, but it was still as peaceful. König began to suckle, not daring to move his hands, his eyes trained on your reaction, but still nothing. When he felt comfortable, he moved his arm to pull the blanket around your body, covering his shoulders and suckling until he fell asleep. For the first time in a few weeks, he slept with no nightmares. 

roughly a couple of minutes after Konig fell asleep you woke up. There was a sharp tug on your nipple that jarred you fully awake. Not moving, out of fear of making whatever is sucking on her upset, you kept your hands where they were. you looked down to see Konig’s mouth around your nipple, sleeping peacefully. He still suckled in his sleep, but it wasn’t in a sexual way.

When König wanted to arouse you sexually, he would suckle on her neck, leaving hickeys, and his hands would trail to her core. This time was different. The suckling was soft, and your skin was tickled by his peaceful breathing. 

He looked cute as you moved to stroke his head softly. You felt no desire to remove him from your breast. Your hand stroked his hair, watching for a moment as he rested before she too felt tired again. With one kiss on your forehead, you fell asleep as you were nursing your Husband. 

Neither of you would wake up until noon. The haze of König was gone when he woke up. He blinked, surprised to see your breast instead of your hair or pillow, his mouth busy with the hardened nipple in his mouth. He pulled away slowly, nervous about what he had done while you began to wake up. König tucked your breast back into your tank top, praying that she would fall asleep, but his wrist was caught. your eyes blinked at him, watching his eyes build up with anxious tears, causing you to sit up and take his face in your hands. 

"König its okay just breathe."

He shook his head, nearly shrinking into himself as he began to mumble out an apology. 

“Konig, I’m not angry. I want you to look at me.” 

Konig looked up, struggling to fight back his tears as he sniffled softly. 

“Thank you” you kissed his forehead. “Let’s just talk about what happened and then take it from there.” 

“Okay,” he reached himself forward while hugging her tightly. 

You both sat there, cuddled close together before any of you began to talk. He spoke of how shitty the mission was and how he just wanted to feel protected for once—seeing your nipples poking made him want nothing more but to be lost in your chest. He apologized for touching your without permission and swore never to do it again. 

you shook your head and kissed his forehead, saying you didn't mind. König always loved the fact you were to nurse him even though you already had a kid which was a lot to tend to but you always made time for him. and now it was his turn to be taken care of. She can remember the first time. When they began to make love during their honeymoon, it was an experience.

They both had highly long stairs, going for roughly four rounds until you were both exhausted. you both were also animistic in a way. Groans and moans and aggressive skin slapping filled the room as it shifted from lovemaking to fucking. In the first round, they worship each other, König more than you. He was between your legs, overwhelmed by the scent of her core, but he kept his eyes locked on hers.

“Ask me,” you ordered softly, already knowing what he was thinking of.

“Please let me lick you m….” 

“Say it,” she said, reaching her hand down to stroke his bottom lip.

“Please let me lick your pussy, Mommy, please,” Konig begged as he caught your thumb in his mouth, sucking slowly.

“Lick mommy’s pussy, baby,” she moved her hand behind his head, pushing him at her core. 

Praise fell from your mouth, encouraging his mouth to work overtime, forcing you to climax. He spelled both of their full names with his tongue, barely able to finish his last name before you came into his mouth. He swallowed every drop, encouraged by your head pets. 

“That’s it, baby, don’t waste a drop.” you panted as he moved to push your legs back. 

The air tickles your wet folds causing you to laugh and soon turn to moan as his heavy tongue lap you up. Konig could never answer how little it turned him on to have himself sucked off, but each time you attempted, he would whimper and tell her no that he just wanted to focus on pleasuring you. When he pulled up to look at you, his lips were puffy and dripping with spit and your juices. He lapped his tongue over his lips and moved forward to nuzzle his nose against yours.

"B-better... then last time m-mommy"

“So much better, baby boy. You are such a good boy,” the kisses sloppily, both of yours arms wrapped around each other. 

Soon Konig was on top of her, slipping on the condom and squirting lube on his cock. you pumped him slowly, spreading it while you moved to bite his lip. When he pierced your body, you both screamed in each other's mouths in pleasure, tangled in each other as König thrust inside you. His thumb stayed on your clit, rubbing small slow circles as he began to pick up his thrusting. you moaned and screamed as he thrust inside of you, blabbing about how he was a good boy for you. 

“Oh fuck Koni….your such a good boy….your mommy's good boy,” then he snapped. 

He buried his face in your neck, moving his hands to clutch your thighs as he snapped deeper inside of you. He moves his knees up, keeping your legs high enough to pound you as he moved one hand to cover your screaming mouth, not needing another noise complaint. 

“Fuck !” he growled in your neck repeatedly while pounding into you. 

After the last three strokes, he came inside the condom, pushing himself balls deep inside of you. He panted shakily, his voice whispering Mommy until he emptied all of himself. He trusted himself a few more times, not caring for his sensitivity, wanting to wring out your orgasm. you came, shakily gripping his hair to pull him back to kiss him. 

“Fuck Konig fuck that felt good,” you giggled while kissing his face. 

His eyes were hazed over again, this time out of exhaustion, before nuzzling into her neck. you kissed his forehead, waiting for him to release his tight grip on your waist. When the shaky panting stopped, he pulled away and curled onto his side. He slipped the condom off, carefully tying it off before tossing it in the trash can beside the bed. He rolled over, looking at you, reaching for you with a soft whimper. 

“Cuddle me,” he whispered, his voice turning softer. 

“You wanna cuddle?” you said, mirroring his tone with a smile. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, his eyes big with want. 

Wrapped your arms around him, you carefully pulled him to his chest, his lip wrapped around your nipple, and suckled until his breathing slowed. When the both of you calmed down, neither moved to remove away and clean up. 

“Mommy missed you baby,” you said, playing with his hair.