König Is Addicted To Kissing Your Cervix

Simon helps you put on your heels

cw: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

"Simon, can you help me love?"

Your back was facing simon, head turned to look at him behind your shoulder.

He was in the middle of buttoning his shirt, a chuckle rumbling out of his chest as he stepped closer to you — calloused hands running along your back, savoring the feeling of his hands on your soft skin. He lowered his head and planted a kiss your shoulder, making the small hairs on the back of your nape rise and a whine fall past your lips.

"Simon." You'd huff out softly, pouting at him for being such a tease.

"Sorry darlin', you just look so beautiful."

He whispered lovingly, planting one more gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder before zipping up your dress.

"You're stunning, love." Simon hummed as he looked at you through the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the top of your head.

"We're gonna be late if you keep this up Simon."

"I wouldn't mind that."

You rolled your eyes, wriggling yourself out of his grasp as you walked to where your heels were. Simon followed closely behind, hooking his arm around your waist to stop you from bending down to grab your heels.

"I'll do it for you love."

Simon purred softly, kneeling on one leg as his hands guided your feet to slip into your heels, planting a tender kiss on your knee as you giggled at the soft affection.

"Si—"

You gasped when his lips went further up your leg, immediately grabbing his scalp and pulling him away — a grin on his face as your frowned.

"We can't be late Simon!"

You'd remind him and he'd huff playfully, still smiling as he got up onto his feet and press a kiss on your temple.

"After the party then love?"

"Fine." You'd roll your eyes, but your frown couldn't last when he kept peppering kisses all over your face.

Sneaky bastard, knew exactly how to rile you up and then calm you down. (And he definitely got what he wanted after the party)

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「 Task Force STALKERS (Ghosts) ❤︎」

ꕤ Sergeant Keegan P. Russ

「 Colonel König ❤︎」

fluff ── . ❤︎

ꕤ Date Night ꕤ Period Comfort ꕤ Freckles ꕤ New Year ꕤ Kitty 

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ꕤ Kissing your Cervix

More to come ★

just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week

cw: könig x afab!reader

König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.

So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.

"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.

"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.

"Period?"

"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.

After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.

"I can't believe women have to go through that."

"Once a month for the rest of our life."

"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.

From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)

His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.

trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.

he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.

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Johnny knows he's messed up when his sweet bonnie calls him "Johnathon"

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

You had a handful of nicknames you'd call Johnny.

Love, Honey, Baby — whatever you were in the mood for.

Johnny loved all your nicknames, always giggling and smiling ear to ear whenever you'd endearingly mention him. Ever since dating you he's never heard his actual name, even at base it'd be soap or johnny.

Until he messed up. Big time.

"We have to talk when you come home Johnathon."

It was just one message you sent to Johnny and he damn near shat his pants.

His mates knew something was up when he was eerily quiet — his usual dorky remarks and tease nowhere to be found and instead replaced by uncomfortable silence along with rhythmic thumping of his foot.

"What's got your knickers twisted Johnny?" Simon would question, arms crossed as he stared down at Johnny.

"The missus is angry with me."

Even Simon knew that was a death sentence — his mate might as well have one foot in the grave.

Johnny ran around town to gather a bouquet with your favorite flowers, candy, takeaway; he bought the whole damn city just to somewhat quell your wrath when he came home.

He hesitantly opened the door, and after only 2 second when he entered his house he immediately felt your looming presence.

"Johnathon." Your voice was stern, arms crossed, and an empty pint of ice cream in your hands.

Johnny gulped, his eyes darting from your scrunched face to the empty pint of ice cream.

Your favorite ice cream, nonetheless.

"Luv—"

"Don't. You greedy man!" You cussed at him, face scrunched in anger as your hand dug into the plastic body of the ice cream. "You ate all of my ice cream, and even had the audacity to put it back in the fridge after!"

Johnny knew he couldn't say anything back unless he wanted his bonnie to be even more angry at him, so he just stood and let you vent at him, calling him a gluttonous beast and every other name in the book (he deserved it because seriously, who leaves the ice cream in the fridge after they eat it?)

After you finished yelling at him, a bit breathless and panting, he'd scoop you into his arms — coddle and kiss you until all the anger washed out your body and you went back to calling him your baby.

He also made sure the next day you'd have your favorite ice cream tucked into the fridge, less he wants his poor bonnie to lash out at him again for his gluttony.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Johnny knows he's messed up when his sweet bonnie calls him "Johnathon"

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

You had a handful of nicknames you'd call Johnny.

Love, Honey, Baby — whatever you were in the mood for.

Johnny loved all your nicknames, always giggling and smiling ear to ear whenever you'd endearingly mention him. Ever since dating you he's never heard his actual name, even at base it'd be soap or johnny.

Until he messed up. Big time.

"We have to talk when you come home Johnathon."

It was just one message you sent to Johnny and he damn near shat his pants.

His mates knew something was up when he was eerily quiet — his usual dorky remarks and tease nowhere to be found and instead replaced by uncomfortable silence along with rhythmic thumping of his foot.

"What's got your knickers twisted Johnny?" Simon would question, arms crossed as he stared down at Johnny.

"The missus is angry with me."

Even Simon knew that was a death sentence — his mate might as well have one foot in the grave.

Johnny ran around town to gather a bouquet with your favorite flowers, candy, takeaway; he bought the whole damn city just to somewhat quell your wrath when he came home.

He hesitantly opened the door, and after only 2 second when he entered his house he immediately felt your looming presence.

"Johnathon." Your voice was stern, arms crossed, and an empty pint of ice cream in your hands.

Johnny gulped, his eyes darting from your scrunched face to the empty pint of ice cream.

Your favorite ice cream, nonetheless.

"Luv—"

"Don't. You greedy man!" You cussed at him, face scrunched in anger as your hand dug into the plastic body of the ice cream. "You ate all of my ice cream, and even had the audacity to put it back in the fridge after!"

Johnny knew he couldn't say anything back unless he wanted his bonnie to be even more angry at him, so he just stood and let you vent at him, calling him a gluttonous beast and every other name in the book (he deserved it because seriously, who leaves the ice cream in the fridge after they eat it?)

After you finished yelling at him, a bit breathless and panting, he'd scoop you into his arms — coddle and kiss you until all the anger washed out your body and you went back to calling him your baby.

He also made sure the next day you'd have your favorite ice cream tucked into the fridge, less he wants his poor bonnie to lash out at him again for his gluttony.

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「 Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley ❤︎」

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ꕤ Boydad!Simon - one - two - three ꕤ Heels ꕤ Study ꕤ Pretty Little Baby

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König is addicted to kissing your cervix

cw: könig x afab!reader, p in v, oral (reader receives), aftercare

König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.

It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.

His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.

Your chest would be heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.

"Relax, Schatz."

König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.

A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.

"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."

"Please... Please König—"

Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.

The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.

"Köni— König! Ah—"

Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.

Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.

"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."

He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.

His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.

"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."

Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abondmen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.

After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.

He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.

"Feeling okay, schatz?"

"Yea... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.

"I'll try, mein liebchen."

(spoiler: he doesn't)

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