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wxnheart · 8 months

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He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

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wxnheart · 8 months

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"I don't want it just tonight, I want forever..."

He's missed this. He's missed you, baby.

Missed the feeling of your bare skin against his. Missed the sounds of heaven in his ears. Missed the way your tight heat envelopes him and welcomes him home.

Oh god, you feel so fucking good.

This moment... he wants it to last forever. He wants every fiber of your being to remember it. Wants you to remember the intensity of the way he fucks you, wants you to remember the way he has you begging for more. He wants you to remember the way he presses your foreheads together and makes you look him in the eyes, makes you see how fucking crazy he is for you, how much he wants you like you want him.

Wants you to see and feel how much he'd always want you.

And fuck, you're so beautiful when you come... but he's not gonna stop. He's not gonna stop fucking you.

He's not gonna stop loving you.

He'll do everything in his power to make you remember this moment.

He'll do everything in his power to make it last forever.

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wxnheart · 9 months

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You got me touchin' on your body...

You're sandwiched between the wall and him, sequestered away from prying eyes and sharp ears, and oh fuck, his fingers—

They make you tremble. They make you moan. They make you push and rub against him even more and god, he's so hard. And smug, too. Bastard.

Those calloused hands are doing things to your body, playing you like a finely-tuned instrument, and making you feel shameless. Under different circumstances, you'd be embarrassed at the sounds you're making, doubly so because someone might hear you but right now, in this very moment, you couldn't give two shits if they did or not. Hell, you're even hoping they're enjoying it.

All you're concerned about is your pleasure. And so is he.

He continues to push you closer to the edge, leaving you breathless and wanting more. And when you come in a volley of curses, shivers, and murmurs of his name, pressed tightly against his body, you're a thousand percent certain everyone heard that.

Tough shit, though, 'cause he's only getting started.

Under different circumstances, he'd have you going crazy, fucking you senseless while seeing how quiet you could stay but right now? In this moment? Fuck no. Everybody's gonna hear you. Everybody's gonna know who you belong to.

Everybody.

Hope they enjoy the show.

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wxnheart · 8 months

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'One more. Jus' one more, baby...'

He needs to feel you, needs to make you come undone.

And so he does.

He's pressed firmly against your back. A strong, steady arm holds you in place. His lips pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. His hand, god, his hand... It's nestled between your legs, teasing you relentlessly, making you see fucking stars again and again... and...

You're shuddering.

You're shaking.

You're damn sure you'll be hoarse from the way you've moaned, screamed, and shit, you're cumming again—

Fuck.

You're shuddering.

You're shaking.

But he needs more. Needs to hear more. Needs to feel more.

Needs to love on you some more.

And so he does. He murmurs his need against the damp expanse of your skin.

One more. Just give him one more.

Just come for him again, baby...

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wxnheart · 1 year

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

part two | part three | part four

König stammering and blushing when you confessed your attraction to him.

König couldn't get away fast enough the first time. He was so shocked that someone like you would ever want to be with someone like... someone like him.

He always catches himself staring at you, especially when you're not paying attention. Actually, it's almost always when you're not paying attention. You almost caught him once and he swore he would've collapsed right there on the spot.

When König built up the courage to go talk to you, it... well, let's just say rather than smoothly confess that he indeed liked you back, he just blurted it out. But hey, he scored a date with you as a result!

As the relationship progresses, König becomes more and more comfortable with you. You described him as a 'flower in bloom' once and he thought it was the most beautiful thing someone ever told him.

Of course, you love to shower him with compliments and pet names and he soaks it all up like a sponge.

You also never forgot the first time he called you Schatzi. He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked him what it meant. König will never forget the way your face lit up. mein Gott.

König is a little self-conscious of his size and strength. He doesn't want to hurt you, Schatzi. He never wants to hurt you. You assure him that he won't, that you're not afraid, and that he'll always be your gentle giant. You love his bear hugs.

König's cheeks are burning and he's doing his damndest to avoid looking at you. Why you ask? Because you blatantly, openly ogle him every chance you get. ESPECIALLY when he walks. You may or may not walk behind him to, uh... get a good look at the view. And damn what a view it is...

Your gentle giant also loves teaching you how to better defend yourself. You usually win whenever you two spar. It sounds impossible as hell but all it takes is a kiss on the cheek, a lecherous grin, or a knowing wink and König is down for the count. Just Kingly things, y'know?

#konig #könig #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #just kingly things.#cutie 𝓠.

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wxnheart · 9 months

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On today's episode of My Simpin' Ass Friend Asks Horny Ass Questions, we're gonna talk about the post-coital tendencies and rituals of your faves. Smanging it, babes.

Capt. John Price - The old man's got it. Will always have it. Baby, he put it down and we love it for you; you always bask in the afterglow laying on top of Price, your head buried in the crook of his neck or on his chest, breathing in his scent. If it's the former, trust that he'll have a huge 'thank-you' hickey to show the world the next day.

Gaz - An awesome round of sex is usually followed by a nice, hot shower when you're with Gaz. You two are bathing each other and exchanging kisses. You'll retire to bed sated and squeaky clean. Not for long, though.

Ghost - Simon has to have his post-coital cigarette. Just coming down from that high, staring at the ceiling. Or some shit like that. Really, you two are just vibing in quiet contentment after he dicks you down something fierce. You also found out that if he has a particularly powerful orgasm, he'll chuckle uncontrollably. It's pretty deep and rich. It's just as endearing as it is surprising to you.

Soap - Your resident golden retriever gets the munchies after sex so he always has takeout on speed dial. Sex and some good food afterward? Hell yeah.

Alejandro - Loves to cover you in kisses after sex. Major cuddler energy. Loves skin-to-skin contact and cuddling because it keeps him in the present and not too worried about what comes after when he has to get out of bed and back to work. You know how to remedy that, however. Giddyup, Cowboy.

Rudy - Simply put, you make him the little spoon. Yep. Always.

König - Like Ghost, he, too, tends to laugh but it's ALWAYS after he has sex. And it's more like a giggle than anything. It's a mixture of endorphins and the idea that he actually has sex. Yes, König, you actually fuck. The first time you heard it, he was so mortified that if he could become one with the covers, he would. You thought it so adorable and now you two have giggle fits interspersed with kisses as you're curled together in bed.

Horangi - Lmao. By post-coital routine, you mean more sex, right?

Graves - He's an interesting fellow. Likes the feel of the air on his body as he basks in the after-sex glow which is why he's in no hurry to cover up. Usually hits you with a one-liner like "Tired so soon, darlin'?" with a smirk and wink. He'll give you time to get some water and cool down. Just say the word and it's on to round two, baby.

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wxnheart · 9 months

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

part I. | part 2. | part 3.

König practically blurting out his feelings for you after he spent the better part of a couple days hours rehearsing his confession in his bathroom mirror. If the poor guy could die of mortification, he would.

Your reaction, or lack thereof, did him no favors, either. An uncomfortable silence lingered over the two of you and he was prepared to haul ass and forget this moment ever happened before you broke it and accepted his feelings.

König's mortification turned to elation. He can hardly believe it. You're... accepting his feelings? His? The gentle giant tries to voice his appreciation but all he can muster is a stammer. You managed to catch the tail end of it, though, when he bashfully asked to take you out. And surprise, surprise, you said yes. You said yes. You two make plans and go your separate ways.

König's entire day had been made; he was so busy reliving the moment that the stares of passersby, fascinated by his towering stature, did little to faze him. And then he got home and it hit him. He's going on a date. With you. Oh... oh, no.

The days went by in a blur. A slow blur, really, because König, when he's not focused on the task at hand, is busy pondering over the upcoming rendezvous. What should he wear? How should he style his hair? Should he get you some flowers? What if the weather's bad? What if he does or says something embarrassing and you're no longer interested? What if he gets attacked by a bird like that one time it was trying to take his food and you laugh at him?!

When the big day comes, König is a nervous wreck, more than he was when he first joined the military. He barely bats an eye when it comes to his assignments but the thought of today terrifies him.

Your first date was at a café you'd always wanted to try but didn't want to go alone; when you made the suggestion, König was more than happy to try it with you. When you two met up in front of it, well... there goes that awkward silence again.

König broke the silence by paying you a compliment he figured sounded much better in his head. He remembers the moment you smiled—mein Gott, it was radiant—and thanked him. And then you said, simply: "Breathe."

Oh. He had let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. And it allayed his nervousness. He remembers vividly the moment you grabbed his hand—you grabbed his hand! Is it clammy?!—and led him into the café. And surprise, surprise, nothing eventful happened. Just good food, good conversation (probably more on your part than his), and a good view. König was positive he was burning holes into your face with the way he couldn't take his eyes off you.

And after a long while, you two went your separate ways. But not before making plans for a second date. And certainly not before you managed to steal a kiss from his cheek and wish him a wonderful rest of the day. König can't help but to be thrilled at how wonderful everything is going. The success of his date once again shields him from prying eyes on his way home.

Until he looks in the mirror and sees the goofy grin on his face, then the mortification hits again.

Just Kingly things, amirite?

#this was in the drafts for the longest before I said to hell with it and decided to post it.#cutie 𝓠.#konig #könig #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #just kingly things.

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wxnheart · 10 months

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On today's episode of "My Simpin' Ass Friend Asks Horny Ass Questions", It's the Barbenheimer for Me What-if? Edition (Part 1): How would the boys take to seeing Barbenheimer?

Cpt. John Price: You would surprise him with tickets to see a movie 'cause the old bastard needed it. Said movie winds up being Barbie. He'd feel like the oldest person in the theater and would try to be as inconspicuous as possible. Would more than likely enjoy the movie, though.

Gaz: Would only go because he lost a bet.

Soap and Ghost: You and Johnny would drag Simon out to see the movie. Simon will stare the ticket agent down because they'll make the perfectly innocent comment about being surprised that Simon would be interested in the movie and tell him to enjoy it. Yeah, enjoy it his ass. You two will put him in the middle and act like kids in a candy store, you're so excited to see it and irritate Ghost. Simon would look so disinterested, meanwhile, he's having an existential crisis because fucking hell, it's so many bright colors, he'd actually remember parts of the movie, and he would enjoy it more than he thought he would. His face will crack when you call Graves a Great Value Ken, though, because fuck him.

Alejandro and Rudy: Alejandro will go to see it with you two because why not? (That and you and Rudy would practically pester him to go). Alejandro will be neutral about it (was he even paying attention?). Somehow Rudy will manage to doze off and deny this later on. You may or may not see Valeria there. If you do, no you didn't.

Horangi: He'll be comfortably watching it... while playing footsies and/or handsies with you to distract you from watching it.

Graves: You two will go and it'll be an uneventful but eventful date night. Will go pretty swell actually, up until you make a comment about him being "like a rugged Ken doll" to which he'll say: "Nothing like 'im, darlin'. I'm much, much better." He'll wink and there goes that sleazy-ass grin again. God, you could hatefuck him to oblivion.

König: Will probably be the most self-conscious person in the theater because he manages to stick out like a sore thumb and Schatz, people are looking at him, can the damn concession line go any faster?! You two will sit in the very back of the theater to assuage his anxiety and it'll give you the perfect opportunity to cuddle and watch the movie together. Pretty perfect movie date, I'd say.

-- part two coming soon.

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wxnheart · 9 months

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Simon has his moments whether you know it or not.

His father's words ring like echoes he can't escape from and no matter how hard he tries, he can't help but second-guess himself when it comes to you.

Being a soldier is a hell of a lot easier than being in a relationship. There are absolutes—sureties—and direction, and the twitch of the trigger finger or a shadow cast over the enemy's eyes was all the decision necessary between life and death.

But off the field with you, there's nuance, shades of grey darker and deeper than anything that's been thrown at him before, and he thinks of his parents. He thinks of his dad, a black hole of misery and hate, never offering a kind word and lashing out at the thought that his sons would even think to be better than him. Simon thinks of his mother and how he watched the light in her eyes dim over the years, watched as the cherished floral perfume and cheeky grin became a fleeting memory because the miserable fuck would rather have a soulless husk for a wife than the proud woman who could and would challenge him, and he fears becoming like his father. And every day he fights that battle and wonders if he'll ever win the war.

He thinks you could do better. Fuck, he knows you can. He isn't the most attractive nor is he the most personable. Bloody hell, he still freezes up whenever you surprise him with a hug or kiss—Simon's thoughts linger on these more than they abso-fucking-lutely should.

But then he sees your smile and the brightness in your eyes so unlike his mother's. He sees you being yourself unashamed, and the way you shower him with affection makes him feel like the most special motherfucker on the planet. He remembers when you first called him by his name and for once he didn't feel the dread or hear the lingering threat behind it.

So yeah, Simon fears becoming like his father. He fears it and fights that battle every fucking day, but you... because of you...

Shit, you're all the more reason for him to win that goddamn war.

#cutie 𝓠.#tw: mentions of abuse #This is REALLY applicable to Line Cook!Simon #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty warzone #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #task force 141 #just ghostly things.#I thought of this because of that post about Simon and his attractiveness.

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wxnheart · 1 year

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡, '𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤' 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Okay, so maybe your lovers are protective and jealous. And maybe you're a little jealous and protective yourself but y'all can't help it. It's human nature, y'know? Of course, it can get a little out of hand. A little. Blame König for that.

But of course, Simon blames you for enabling him. And you blame Simon for enabling you both. Such is love. At least you're willing to admit out loud, GHOST, that you find your lovers' protectiveness sexy. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, GHOST.

Anywho, back to your observations. Ever since you three became an item, the steps Ghost and König took to keep you safe have always fascinated you.

Of course, you're more than capable of protecting yourself but it doesn't matter. The way they see it, they're just that extra layer you need.

For example, when you're on the sidewalk, you're in the middle. Always. No, Schatz, stay away from the road.

And sometimes, one is trailing behind you and the other is in front of you. Does you a world of good when there are a lot of people out and about. And they may or may not be watching the way your hips and ass move whenever you walk.

König got really worried once when you three got 'lost' doing some routine shopping. He practically bear-hugged you when you three met back up again (when you got back home that is).

Simon is admittedly not as high-strung as König and he does his best to keep the bastard calm. He tends to flip shit internally, though.

König has what he calls his 'Schatzi Sense' ("...What the fuck?" <- Simon) and so when his Schatzi Sense is tingling, he suspects something is amiss and, if he's away, will reach out. To date, they've been pretty accurate... when it comes to Ghost that is.

Speaking of jealousy and would-be suitors, well... Simon's got König beat. He can get a bit (read: a lot) asshole-ish when he gets jealous.

However, König's anxiety goes out the window and he becomes that really gigantic, intimidating motherfucker staring the poor bastard down from a distance, stone-faced as hell. You've witnessed this before. He didn't blink. Not once. What the fuck?

Ghost will usually stare in heavy death metal and make some asshole remark. If that doesn't work (why can't the idiot read the room and realize you're happily taken?!), he'll just get real close in their personal space. Real.Close. And will stare them down until they back off. Stupid bastard.

König has been known to carry your ass away, too, fireman's style. Simon is usually trailing behind in case the motherfucker needs a reminder that you belong to THEM. May or may not have done this to Simon a couple times, too, and Ghost.exe stopped working. His dick got hard as fuck, though.

You thought having a badass-looking dog would keep the suitors at bay but if anything, it's done the opposite. Little Lola can't help that she's so cute everybody wants to pet her. Goes doubly so because her ears aren't cropped.

They will fight for your honor outside, preferably in the alleyway (because fighting in a public bathroom would be nasty as fuck). If 'come outside, we just wanna talk' were people, they would be it.

There's a local bar you three like to chill at. One time, a patron sent a drink your way. Simon took it, downed it in one go, and afterward stared the patron down, daring him to do that shit again.

#simon ghost riley #könig #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #konig x reader x ghost #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #call of duty x black reader #black reader #x black reader #task force 141 #just 141 things.#just ghostly things.#poly palooza.#cutie 𝓠.

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wxnheart · 9 months

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𝙼𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤!𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐂𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

inspired by this wonderful post by @pettyprocrastination. thanks!

Line Cook!Simon who's lost count of how many smoke breaks he's taken today because people are irritating and running a kitchen can be hard. If it isn't the disrespectful little newcomer fuck he has to tell off for the thousandth time, it's the fact that today's the day that one regular comes in and complains, yet again, about everything. If nothing's ever to his taste, why the fuck does he keep coming back?!

Line Cook!Simon who counts to 100 this time because he really hates losing his cool and fuckers, especially the younger ones, always try him. Is it the tattoo or the bloodshot eyes that scream murder? Do people really want these problems?!

Line Cook!Simon who ups the count to damn near 1000 this time because his dreaded customer has shown up. Again. And yeah, the crew's gonna be mad. Again. And yeah, he can expect the food to be sent back at least once. Again. Fucking hell, why does he even bother?

Link Cook!Simon who takes notice of you trudging along behind the yammering bastard. Oh. Oh. You're a pretty miserable thing, aren't ya? Emphasis on pretty. Never seen you around here before, but looking at you is much better than the Downer Dan who's talking your ear off. His lips can't help but quirk around his cigarette every time you roll your eyes whenever Downer Dan turns away from you. Oh well; he got his good view for the day. Back to work and running his nerves to the ground.

And poor you, accompanying your boss to lunch as a reward for your hard work or something like that. Your boss who's such an inconsiderate asshole that he didn't even give you time to respond to his invitation and so, here you are. He was busy talking your ear off about... something. Meanwhile, you were busy noticing the really scary guy out of your peripheral because it was better than listening to whatever your boss was talking about. You managed to get a good look when he turned away and put his smoke out and yeah, let's add rugged to the list—what was that, boss?

Your boss continues to talk your ear off when you two have been seated. His assholery knows no bounds. He's such a shit to the wait staff, delegating and talking at them than to them, and it's abysmal. If this were anyone else, you would've left but because it's your boss you have to sit and endure with a strained smile on your face. Fuck.

Your asshole boss critiques the food (even though it's been made to his liking and it's fucking good, what's his problem?) and pitches such a fit that the poor waiter, frustration simmering beneath their skin, takes the plate and practically stomps to the back. Your asshole boss who—OH SHIT!

It doesn't even feel like a second before you hear a crash and see the scary, rugged guy from before standing at your table (holy shit, is he a damn giant?!) and he's staring bloody murder at your asshole boss, the same boss who can't read the room and shut the fuck up. You would diffuse the situation but you're too busy staring at the scary, rugged, now cute guy to really come to your boss' defense.

Your boss is practically screaming and causing a scene, talking shit about how his food is never up to par and how he could buy their entire lives and the poor scary, rugged, cute guy is dead silent the entire time. Oh shit. All it takes to burst your boss' bubble is a: "Get the fuck out." Emphasis on fuck and oh, his voice—wait, what was that, boss?!

Your boss, indignant at such "treatment", retorts that this matter "wasn't over yet". Whatever the hell that meant. This time you intervene and use your best people-pleasing voice to calm him down. Somewhat. It's enough to convince the bastard to go and so he leaves but not without glaring at the scary, rugged, cute guy. The same guy who's too busy looking at you. Oh, dear.

You're embarrassed, doubly so, and you'll probably never hear the end of this from your asshole boss (because he holds a grudge like no other). You apologize profusely, a bundle of nerves, and give the justifiably disgruntled waiter all the money on your person. While it doesn't make up for the deplorable treatment and you're out about a couple day's worth of lunch, it's the least you could do. Besides, the little bit of food you did eat was good.

You take one more look at the scary, rugged, cute guy who... is still looking. You offer a smile (it was probably more like a grimace because anxiety) before leaving to catch up with your asshole boss. You may or may not have turned to catch one more glance. And almost walk into the door as a result. Oh, god. But if there's one thing for certain, asshole boss be damned, you'll be back to actually enjoy the food.

And unbeknownst to you, Line Cook!Simon, his temper abated somewhat by your actions, can't wait to see the view again. But fuck that guy you came in with.

#cutie 𝓠.#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty warzone #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #just ghostly things.#restaurant au

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wxnheart · 9 months

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A little context if you care to listen I find myself in a shit position―

―Fuck that.

He's not gonna beg, darlin'. He swore he'd never beg for a goddamn thing in his life again and like fuck is he going back on his word.

So what are you gonna do, baby?

You're gonna come through, huh? Ya gonna make him―fuck, are ya gonna make him...?

Oh, sweet fuck―

Are you gonna make him cum? With your sweet mouth, your tongue tasting him with relish, leaving him a goddamn mess.

Or maybe your hands, yeah? He knows what they can do. He misses them when you're away from each other, misses the way you massage tense muscles or tease him until he's rock solid.

Your hips, then? Shit. All it takes is one swivel; he remembers the first time you did and goddamn―

No.

No, no, no, baby, he's not gonna beg. Nice try, though. Thought you got the best of him, didn't you? Thought you could―FUCK.

Why'd you stop?

Darlin', why'd you stop?

Don't do this to him, goddamnit. He's so fucking hard, so fucking out of his mind with lust it's not even funny. Just... god, what are you doing to him? What does he have to do to convince you? Get on his knees? Prostrate himself before you? Like hell he will.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

He swore he'd never beg for a goddamn thing in his life, swore his integrity was worth more than stroking someone else's ego.

He swore, baby, he swore.

But god if you didn't make him want to go back on his word.

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wxnheart · 9 months

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

On today's episode of "My Simpin' Ass Friend Asks Horny Ass Questions", we're taking a thirsty ass look at boxer!Miguel thanks to a conversation that was had about what we now dub the Boxerverse. Because of reasons.

sequel/prequel

Boxer!Miguel who floats like a butterfly but stings like a bee. He's good at keeping up the gruff and stoic demeanor in the ring. Outside, he's a giant armored teddy bear. Especially where you're concerned.

Boxer!Miguel who considers you his personal good luck charm. Since getting together with him, he's made you part of his pre-match ritual.

Said ritual is usually done away from prying eyes. Just you two, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, being in the moment, and doing some synchronized breathing exercises to release anxious energy. Especially yours. Kinda makes his heart flutter the way you fret over him before every match. A kiss on your forehead and he's off.

Boxer!Miguel who always gets that burst of energy every time he hears you cheering from the sidelines. He tried and failed to convince you to tone it down because you once cheered so loudly that you lost your voice after one match.

It's endearing the way you worry about him after every match, too. Yeah. Yeah, he's fine. The bruising will go away before you even know it.

Boxer!Miguel who loves your hand-care routine. Yeah, he takes care of his hands well enough but you take the extra step. An ice pack is all well and good but a nice hand massage with some oat, honey, and milk-scented body butter is absolutely excellent.

Boxer!Miguel who's amused because no matter how many times he's taught you, you still struggle with wrapping his hands. Yeah, you're cute when you furrow your brow in concentration.

Boxer!Miguel who'd train relentlessly if you didn't stop him. Well, he did train relentlessly (which really helped him to expend all that anxious energy) before you met him but he knows he's playing a losing game when you argue him down about taking a break. Sure thing, boss.

Boxer!Miguel who loves to feel the expanse of skin under his calloused knuckles as he affectionately runs them over your cheek. You were always awed by the power of his punches but he never ceased to amaze you with the gentleness of his touch. No wonder you loved his hands so damn much.

#cutie 𝓠.#marvel #marvel x reader #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #boxerverse #spiderman 2099 #boxer au

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*running footsteps rapidly approaching*

CRASH-- THUD--

yeah hi I'm here for a continuation of "Just Kingly Things" for horny husband König *fumbles with a piece of paper* let me see... ah! here we go: König seems like the type of househusband who loves to bake and wears a frilly apron that was handmade by his grandmother, and I'm begging for a scenario/headcanon where he's in the kitchen scraping a bowl with leftover chocolate ganache, we come in and leave him naked except for the apron and eat the ganache off his body, I wanna choke on him while he's death-gripping the counter, his lips kiss swollen and covered in chocolate - bless your soul, love your works, ok g o o d b y e e ❤

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐔𝐩 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: yeah, I used this pun. lmaooo. hope y'all enjoy.

Your lovely giant of a husband likes to keep his hands busy; it also helps keep his mind at ease. And what better way to knock out two birds with one stone than with one of his favorite pastimes: cooking?

Of course, it serves you well in the long term. König keeps you fed and you have the honor of admiring that juicy ass of his as he works his magic.

And TODAY was the day you managed to catch him in all his glory. In his favorite apron. Butt ass naked. Is that chocolate, love? Oh... Yessss.

And of course he'd be naked. You two spent the better part of the day in bed making each other very, very happy. You're surprised you're even standing what with the way König fucked you silly. (You'll keep the fact that you actually stumbled out of bed to yourself, though...)

And König, lovely chap that he is, thought to surprise you with some chocolatey goodness in bed but you have other ideas. Preferably involving him and his wonderful frame. You were never ashamed about openly admiring battle-hardened muscle and scars each telling their own unique story, stories that you'll never tire of hearing. But... later, darlings.

König who snaps out of his reverie when you smack his ass. Hard. König who, when he turns around, turns beet red with embarrassment at the realization of it all. Mein Gott, he's naked in his favorite frilly apron and you weren't supposed to be up just yet and shit, he needs to keep stirring the chocolate, and Schatz, you're supposed to still be asleep, dammit—"Nice apron."

—Huh? "...Cute, actually. But, uh... I know what'll look even cuter." König, who doesn't even register the apron is gone until he feels your bare skin against his, your fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

König, who gets one of the biggest shocks of his life when he sees the creamy goodness of what was your melted chocolate running down his chest in a steady stream. Wait... when did you—how did you...?! Goddamnit, Schatz! He could never stay mad at you long. Especially not now. Especially with the way you're eyeing him. His cheeks are burning.

König who should be embarrassed. And upset. That chocolate didn't come cheap. But he can't be. Not when you're looking at him like he's the most delicious thing you ever laid eyes on. And his interest is piqued.

König who shivers when you dip your head to savor the taste of chocolate against his skin. You lick a line up to his Adam’s apple and before he knows it, your tongue has made itself home in his mouth.

König who instantly melts under your ministrations, intoxicated by the taste of you and chocolate and shit. You're squeezing his ass. Hard. You're so turned on.

König who stifles a groan when you pull away and admire your work. And fuck, it's delicious. "Just like I like it..."

König who, lips swollen and aching for more, dives in and consumes you, chocolate-covered kisses galore.

König who laters marvels at the fact he didn't crack the counter he was gripping it so tightly as you licked every inch of chocolate from his body.

And yeah, you'll have one hell of a mess to clean up later but it's worth the fine delicacy you're sampling right now. Just like you like it...

#request fill.#konig #könig #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #just kingly things.#cutie 𝓠.#nsfw.

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wxnheart · 11 months

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So i had this dream were I had a HUGE crush on alejandro but he was giving all gis attention to my friend and wouldn't even glance at me, so i came up with an idea. How would the 141 and alejandro (or just alejandro would be fine) react to their s/o being sad because they had a dream like me? Or a dream where the boys cheat on the s/o? Thanks in advance!

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐒𝐅 - 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟏/𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

note: So when I first saw this request, I immediately thought of this video I came across not too long ago. And now... I immediately associate these two things together. I am deeply sorry, anon.

Captain John Price - He was actually having a rather nice dream about you. When you told him about your dream, Price immediately sought to allay your fears and next thing you know, he's got you wrapped up in his arms. No, darling, his heart is for you and you alone. ...No, he wasn't laughing in his sleep, what in the hell are you talking about?

Gaz - You actually startled him out of his sleep. Yeah, uh... Gaz is normally on top of his responses. Normally. This time he's, uh, confused. Which leads to a delayed reaction. ("I... uh... I'm sorry?") Which in turn makes you feel like shit. The fuck he means he's sorry?! Let's just say it takes him some time to calm you down... and get back in your good graces.

Soap - You actually don't stay mad at him for long because he's the goodest of boys and you know for an absolute fact that Soap wouldn't stray. Still doesn't help totally shake the feeling away but he does his best to reassure you. You two practically cuddle until you're asleep again.

Ghost - Aw shit, here we go again. ("What the hell do you mean 'again', Simon?!") You're ranting and raving and Ghost is glaring staring at you because he was TRYING to get some sleep (he'll be damned if he doesn't get a bang for his buck from these pillows). You get even more upset when he mentions that you've had the same dream before and like the last couple of times, nothing. happened. Baby, listen to him. Nothing. Fucking. Happened. And what fucking friend? Congratulations, you're BOTH in the doghouse, you for once again fretting over shit that will never happen, and Simon for bringing up the fact that you've had this dream more than once.

Alejandro thee Stallion - Ay Dios mío. You wished you could stay mad at him. You absolutely wished you could but the bastard has a way with words and fuck if they aren't working on you right now. That dream is an afterthought what with the way he uses his talents (read: his mouth) in... other places to show you just how much your reality is infinitely better than your dreams. Your friend could never have this.

B̳o̳n̳u̳s̳

Rudy - Is in the doghouse because while you were busy having an existential crisis, he was sleeping peacefully through it all. He STILL doesn't know what the fuck he did and you're too mad to tell him. ("You know what you did, Rudy.")

Graves - Puts the dog in doghouse. Is half asleep when you tell him and the fucker doesn't even turn over to look at you. All you get is a husky chuckle and a "Which friend is it this time, darlin'?" You're contemplating smacking and/or smothering him with your pillow; we don't blame you one bit, babes. Fuck his ass up.

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wxnheart · 5 months

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A relationship with Varré would consist of the following (sfw + nsfw):

Varré's bitchiness being balanced with his obsession with you.

Similarly, Varré wanting you to want him with the same intensity that he yearns for you.

Understanding the extent of how well connected the guy is across the Lands Between. He keeps tabs on you even when you think he doesn't.

Comparing Varré to a cat. To the general observer, he's snarky and distant with an acidic tongue. With you, however, there's a neediness to him that's reserved only for you.

Varré making it his duty to tempt you in a... variety of ways. For reasons.

Teasing Varré and calling bullshit when you see him getting jealous. He will always deny this even though it's a hundred percent true.

Him keeping a hand on the small of your back whenever you're nearby. He's much more physically affectionate than people give him credit for.

Experiencing moments where he'll push you against the wall, remove his mask, capture your lips in a kiss, and grind on you.

Shuddering every time he whispers "Lambkin" as you fuck him.

Piggybacking off of that, making it a point to make him scream loud enough that it echoes across the Lands Between.

Varré clutching on to you for dear life.

Varré whispering in your ear to cum for him as you near completion. Cum for him, lambkin...

Varré's pride going with the wind and he's practically begging you to mark him.

Him pointedly ignoring the smirk on your face when you see him walking gingerly the next day. Might make a snarky remark in regards to this but he's secretly already thinking of the next round.

#nsfw.#request fill.#cutie 𝓠.#white mask varre #white mask varré #varre x reader #varré x reader #elden ring #white mask varre x reader #varre x tarnished #white mask varré x reader #eldensoulsborne #elden ring x reader #elden crack.#this list is a combination of the asks I received.#IT'S VARRÉ NATION UP IN THIS B.

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