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Kƶnig making Civilian!Reader hunt him in the woods. if you donāt find him in an allotted time period he gets to go after you insteadā¦ except heās been silently tailing you while you aimlessly wander through the trees calling out for him. he canāt help the giddiness bubbling up his throat as he gets closer, footsteps silent until heās looming behind you. large hands reaching up to cover your mouth, he delights in your panicked squirming as he pulls you against him
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āāāāŪ¶ą§ eat first, coffee later
or... your boyfriend coming home to you from break a little pent up.
warnings : smut<3
įį ā¢ a/n: sorry guys i'm ovulating and came up with thisš
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The front door hadnāt even closed behind him before he was on you.
You hadnāt even gotten the words āWelcome ho-ā out of your mouth before Pete Maverick Mitchell slammed it shut with one hand and pushed you up against it with the other.
The cold from outside still clung to him, but his mouth was scalding hot when it crashed into yoursāurgent, wild, messy. His duffel hit the floor with a loud thud, his other hand already shoving your thigh up around his hip.
āFucking finally,ā he growled into your mouth, breath ragged like heād just run a mile. āIāve been losing my goddamn mind counting down the days.ā
āJesus, Mav, slow down-ā you tried to laugh, but his lips crushed yours again, need devouring every syllable.
āBaby, I just spent three months flying ten-hour days with a hard-on. You think I came home to cuddle?ā
You couldnāt stop the heat that flushed your skin.
āI was gonna make you coffee,ā you teased, breath hitching as his hand slid under your skirt.
He grinnedābut it was feral. Dangerous.
āYeah? You know what I want to drink instead?ā His voice dropped as his fingers slid over your panties, groaning when they came back soaked. āThis. Fucking this. Wet for me already, baby?ā
āI was excited to see you,ā you whispered, gasping when his teeth grazed your jaw.
He growled, licking into your neck. āGod, I fucking missed you. Missed this smell. Missed how you taste.ā
Your breath hitched as he dropped to his knees in front of you, both hands under your skirt, rucking it up over your hips.
āMav- wait, wait, the floorās-ā
āDonāt care. Let me see what Iāve been starving for.ā
Your back hit the door hard. He pushed your leg higher, lips pressing kisses up your inner thigh, slow and reverentābut his breathing was wild. Like a man coming apart before he even touched you.
āYou have those lacy white panties on,ā he whispered, voice hoarse as he mouthed over the soaked fabric. āYou wore these just for me, didnāt you?ā
āI didnāt think youādāoh godāā
His tongue pressed against you through the lace, licking a hot, heavy stripe up your center.
āFuck,ā he growled into you. āYou donāt know how bad Iāve needed this. I swear to God, I almost came in my seat just thinking about getting your thighs around my face again.ā
Your fingers tangled in his hair as he mouthed you like he was trying to get drunk on you, licking you through the lace, groaning like a man possessed.
āYouāre fucking insane,ā you gasped, head thudding back. āYou just got homeāā
āExactly,ā he cut you off, voice rough. āThree months in that sterile, bunk-ass barracks, thinking about your pussy. Iāve had my hand around my cock almost every goddamn night, and it was never enough.ā
His hands slid up your thighs, forcing them apart wider. āThis pussyās mine. Say it.ā
āItās yours,ā you moaned, hips bucking into his face.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your core. āDamn right it is.ā
He pressed his face between your thighs like a man starved, inhaling deep against the heat soaked fabric. āFuckāthese are ruined already.ā He huffed a laugh, mouthing you through the lace with slow, wet strokes of his tongue. āJesus, you smell so fuckinā good.ā
Your head thudded against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, the sound of his hungry growls and the slurping wet heat between your legs making your thighs shake already.
You could barely breathe before he shoved his nose against your clit, humping into your high heel like some filthy animal in heat.
His teeth caught the waistband of your panties, dragging them down just far enough to bare you, and then his mouth was on youāreally on you.
Tongue flat and wide, dragging from your dripping entrance up to your clit in long, feral strokes, like he couldnāt decide whether to worship or devour you. You could hear him moaning against you, grinding his cock through his pants into your leg, using your shoe as leverage like he couldnāt stop himself.
āSoaked. So fucking wet. Just for me. Youāre gonna come, baby. Right on my face. M'not moving until you flood my mouth.āhe rasped, tongue licking into your folds as you squirmed against the door.
His mouth latched onto your clit, his fingers joined his mouth without warning, sliding inside you with a wet, obscene sound that made both of you groan.
"You're clenching already? Shit, girlāwhoās this tight for, huh? You saving it for me like a good little whore?"
Your answer was a strangled cry, fingers buried in his hair, yanking, holding, pleading. He didnāt stop. Didnāt pause. Just kept fucking you with his mouth like a man who hadnāt eaten in weeks.
Your heel dug into the floor as he rutted harder against your leg, fucking his hips against the contact like he couldnāt wait another second to be inside you.
You whimpered, trying to close your legs as the pressure built.
āUh-uh,ā he growled, grabbing your thighs. āKeep them open for me. Be my good girl. Let me wreck this pretty cunt.ā
Your voice broke. āPete, IāIām gonnaāfuckāā
āYouāre gonna come in my mouth before we even get to the fucking bed.ā
He growled into your pussy like a man deranged, dragging his tongue up your slit, two fingers still pumping and curling inside you while his thumb replaced his mouth on your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles that made your knees give.
āCome on, sweetheart,ā he rasped, face soaked with you, lips wet and swollen from the relentless worship. āGive it to me. Give me the first one right here, where I fuckinā belong.ā
Your orgasm slammed into you like a crash landing, your whole body locking up as you cried out, hips bucking wildly into his face. Maverick groaned against your clit like a man finally home, tongue working you through every last spasm, licking until your thighs trembled and your breath hitched into broken whines.
He only stopped when your legs gave out.
āJesus fucking Christ,ā you gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he stood, his face soaked, lips red and swollen, beard damp with you.
He looked wrecked. Like eating you had taken something from him.
But he smiled.
And it was feral.
āFirst one down,ā he whispered into your ear, arms locking around your waist.
āY-Youāre insane.ā
āOnly for you, sweetheart.ā
He grinded his cock into your stomach, still fully hard. Still desperate.
āIām not even halfway done with you. Now Iām gonna bend you over the couch,ā he hissed against your jaw, āpull that skirt up again, and fuck you until you forget your own name.ā
You smirked, breathless. āYou think youāve earned that?ā
Maverick stepped back, eyes gleaming.
āOh, baby,ā he growled, licking your taste off his lips. āIāve served for that.ā
Loser!Kƶnig whoās confused when you ask him for a video of himself planking until failure, but who is he to deny you? heād do worse things if you asked. when you get a notification from him, a video well over three minutes, you excitedly settle into bed. warmth already blooming in you face, it slowly fades the longer the video plays. eerie silence stretching out for the entire duration, not an audible breath or whimper to be heard. no, just Kƶnigās pale blue eyes gazing into the camera as he holds himself steady for as long as possible. maybe you shouldnāt have expected breathy noises from him, the notoriously quiet sniper
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how do I put thisā¦ Immortal!Ghost and Reincarnated!Reader situation where you never remember him necessarily, but in every life youāre drawn to him. Ghost who tries to avoid you in every reincarnation because he tells himself he canāt go through the grief of losing you again, but you always find him. as time goes on, every time he meets you for the first time he gets meaner to try and shake you, but you always worm your way into his life. every single time he gives in because he doesnāt have the heart to turn you away fully
on the latest reincarnation he feelsā¦ uneasy. by now you would have shown up again, weaseled yourself back into his arms, but you just havenāt. something something in your latest life youāre stalking him, the intense pull you feel towards him making you too nervous to actually interact with him yadda yadda
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Roommate!Simon Riley who says, "I'll consider it.". he worries about getting your hopes up, away for long periods of time and rarely home. it's mostly said in passing to random comments you makes. "Simonā you should wear brown more often. It'd match your eyes.", "Hey Simon, I think you'd like this series. You should try watching it.", "Oh! Simon, we should try this new place that opened before you leave again.", and every time, without fail, he grunts, "I'll consider it."
Roommate!Simon Riley who comes home from shopping with more bags than usual. staple groceries and snacks put away before the rest of the bags are hauled off to his room without a word. you notice it on the third day, his usual black and white t-shirts worn around the house quietly replaced by brown sweaters and shirts. when you ask him about it he shrugs, "Thought I'd listen t'you for once.". he spent too long in the store trying to figure out which textures you'd like if you ever stole one
Roommate!Simon Riley who doesn't spend a lot of time watching media. he's got nothing against watching a match at the bar, but usually just busies himself by inspecting his weapons at home. you do a double take when he mentions a character from a series you love, the one you suggested to him. he barely glances your way before walking off, "Like that loud one, reminded me of you.". he spent three days catching up on it so you could talk to him about it
Roommate!Simon Riley who'd do next to anything to make up for lost time while he's away. he'd never make a promise given his occupation, but the little things are easier to accomplish. you seem to like the little things, rushing to put your shoes on as he fixes the sleeves on his sweater. "I can't believe you got a reservation!", your giddiness has him glancing away, listening to you gush about what to order. he locks the door behind him on the way out, watching as you walk ahead of him, "Maybe we could go out for breakfast tomorrow, what do you think?". he doesn't say anything for beat, but you already know what's coming
Husband!Kƶnig who adores your legs, eyes often drifting down to admire them throughout the day. he's developed a habit with them, hauling them up to rest against his lap whenever you sit down next to him. it keeps his hands busy, kneading at your thighs and calves, rubbing your ankles and feet. he doesn't bother with excuses, he just wants to touch them. it doesn't matter if you've just sat down to watch your shows or read a book, you know he'll be dragging your legs up. a smug grin always settles on his lips when he lifts your leg up, leaning down to meet it halfway as he presses kisses to your knee
ā.ā¹ā” summary: when roommate!simon gets home from work the only thing on his mind is you.
ā.ā¹ā” cw: CNC!!! somnophilia, creampie, manhandling, bratty sub if you squint, pervy simon, size kink, oral, throatfucking, pet names (the teeniest bit sloppy and not proof read)
ā.ā¹ā” word count: somewhere around 2k
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Simon had just gotten home from work, his mind a whirlwind of stress and frustration. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag by the door, the clatter echoing through the silent apartment. He made his way through the halls of your shared apartment and paused only for a moment when the soft glow of the television caught his eye. Your door was slightly cracked open and the tv cast a gentle light across the room, the hum of some show playing softly in the background. You were nestled in a warm pile of blankets, your body curled up in a cozy ball, fast asleep. The room was a sanctuary of comfort, the air thick with the nauseatingly sweet scent of vanilla and marshmallow and the faint sound of the heater kicking on and off. Your hair was splayed out across the pillow, a few strands sticking to your cheek, and your breath was slow and steady.
He stared longer than heād usually allow himself to but you were sleeping and he hadnāt seen anything like this in so long. He began to head to his room, the familiar creak of the floorboards under his feet a comforting sound. He stripped down to his boxers and laid in his stiff bed, eager to let off some steam, his hand dipped below his waistband and wrapped around his throbbing cock, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't concentrate, his thoughts consumed by the image of you, sweet and inviting, just across the hall.
He debated with himself, his hand stilling as he considered his options. He could stay in his room, try to jerk off again, or he could go to youā¦no. That was wrong. He canāt believe he even considered that. But he couldnāt help it. The thought of you, so close and yet so far, was driving him mad. He stood up, his decision made, and walked across the hall to your room. He pushed the door open slowly, the hinges creaking softly. He stayed silent, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He saw you there, your comforter still engulfing your entire body. He stood and watched you for a moment, his thoughts full of you and the way youād look under him.
He debated leaving, his conscience warring with his desire. But the sight of you, so peaceful and effortlessly beautiful, was too much to resist. He walked in, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He approached your bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled back some of the blankets. The heat radiating from your body was intense. He could feel it seeping into his skin, sending a chill down his spine.
He gently pushed a single strand of hair off of your face, his fingers lingering on your soft skin. He took a moment to admire your features, the curve of your cheek, the fullness of your lips, the dark lashes fanning out across your cheeks. God, you were so pretty. He took a deep breath, his cock throbbing in his boxers. He couldn't resist any longer. He took his cock out, the tip sticky and swollen. He pushed it between your plump, soft lips, hitting your closed teeth. He hummed, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He grabbed your jaw, his fingers gentle but firm, and shoved two fingers in between your teeth to separate your gums. He pushed his cock back in slowly, now halfway in your mouth.
"So warm," he murmured, his fingers caressing your face as you slept peacefully. He slid further down your throat, his hands moving to your head, holding it in place as he took it upon himself to slowly fuck your throat. The wet noises of your throat and his breathing filled the room, the sound of his hips slapping against your face a harsh contrast to the soft hum of the television. He could feel his orgasm building, the sensation of your throat around his cock almost too much to bear. But he held out, his body trembling with the effort.
You only woke up when he got a little greedy, shoving himself too far down your throat, leaving only his balls out of your mouth. It blocked your airway, and you woke up with a startle, your eyes flying open as you gasped for breath. He kept you calm, his hands holding your jaw tightly so you wouldn't accidentally bite down. You hummed around his length, confused and a little shocked. He choked on a moan when he felt the vibration of the hum, his body shuddering with the sensation.
"You're ok, sweet thing," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "It's just meāfuckin' hellām'sorry. Just canāt stop thinking about you." He took a moment to admire the sight of you, his cock buried deep in your throat, your eyes watering slightly. He pulled out, giving a sweet spank to the side of your thigh. "Scoot," he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. You stirred, pulling the blankets off of you fully, not arguing back. You scooted over, giving him room on your bed. He crawled in, his body pressing against yours as he manhandled you onto his lap, not giving you a chance to wake up fully.
He held his length against your tummy, his eyes admiring the size difference between you. His tip exceeded your belly button, and he swallowed hard, imagining it that deep inside you. "Simon," you finally started, your voice sleepy and soft. You wiped spit from your glistening lips, your eyes meeting his. "Sweetheart?" he answered, his voice a low rumble. "Couldn't you have waited till morning? I would've cleaned myself up a bit," you giggled, the sound so soft it hurt him. "I tried, I didāyou looked so beautiful I couldn't," he explained, his voice filled with longing.
You nodded, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. He pushed you back a bit, his free hand holding his cock, lining it up with you. He pulled you forward again, his tip pushing past your soft, tight, wet folds and fully submerged inside you. "So good to me," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. You lazily bounced up and down, slowly, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt his tip reach its stopping point inside you. He begged you to go faster, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. But you declined, your pace slow and steady, your body moving in a languid rhythm.
For you, this was cloud nine. You were sleepy, warm, and stuffed properly with Simon's thickness. But for him, this was torture. You were so tight and wet, and he was so pent up and desperate, it was killing him. He wanted to fuck, not have wholesome morning sex. "Sweetheart, you've gotta give me a little more," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with desire. You cut him off with a manicured hand to his mouth, halting your movements. "You woke me up and now you're complaining?" you furrowed your brows, your eyes meeting his. "No! No, you're doing so goodāso fucking good, justāa bit faster? Please?" he practically begged, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"You do the work then," you smirked, closing your eyes as you laid on him, his cock still inside you while he bear-hugged you to him. He wasted no time, his hips bucking up as he fucked up into you, hard and fast. You inhaled sharply, a coo escaping your lips as you felt him hit that spot deep inside you. Your fingers trace the lines of his face as you stared into his side profile. His thrusts were wild and uncontrolled, his body slamming into yours with a force that made the bed shake.
Your moans and kisses to his ear nearly had him cumming 20 seconds in, but he held out, his body trembling with the effort. "Feels so good, Si," you whispered, your orgasm slowly rising. "Yāgotta cum for me soon, lovie," his breathing picked up, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncontrolled. You could hear it in his voice he was trying to satisfy you first. "Gonna cum already, Riley? I thought you'd have more in youābig scary guy like you" you teased sweetly in his ear, your body trembling with the intense buildup of your own orgasm. "That smart mouth's gonna get you in trouble" he grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs before planting a harsh smack against your ass.
"I could say the same about waking up your roommate to throatfuck her at 2 am," you purred, your orgasm approaching faster. "Fuck, you're squeezing me, lass," you arched your back, his fingers digging into your sides to pull you closer if it were even possible. And without warning, you were full-body shaking against him as you cum around him. He took no time in burying his seed deep inside of you almost immediately after, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
You stared at the wet hairs sticking to his forehead, your bodies slick with sweat as you caught your breath. He pulled out of you, his cock glistening with your juices, and soothed you back to bed with gentle kisses and light skin tracing. He held you close, his body wrapped around yours as you drifted back to sleep. The night was far from over, but for now, you were content and safe in his arms.
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