ilovedilfsandleonkennedy

[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

“fuck, baby—” his voice cracked, so quiet you barely heard it, he sound so choked up. his hands were trembling where they gripped your hips, fingertips digging in. “you feel…i can’t—”

you blinked up at him, dreamy-eyed and flushed, lips parted around his name, “rafe…” soft, like a sigh. the sound he was making came from him pushing inside you, in tandem with his forehead bumping yours. his breath hitched, and then his eyes were wet. “rafe?” you whispered again, sweet and confused, your legs curled around his waist, pulling him deeper inside.

he groaned, his southern accent slipping through as he pressed his face against yours like he could hide. “jesus christ,” he breathed. “you feel so good, fuck, i didn’t think—”

you kissed his cheek, soft making his pretty eyelashes flutter at the contact. “it’s okay,” you told him, so gently. “you’re okay.”

“i’m not,” he said, barely able to laugh, a tear sliding down and hitting your pillow. “i’m fucking not...you—you—God, you don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

you nuzzled into him, smiled a little. “just loving you.”

“yeah?” he choked, moving slowly, barely thrusting. “this is love, then?” his voice cracked again. “'cause if it is, i’m—fuck—i’m so in.”

he trembled above you, his body tight like a wire pulled too taut. his mouth brushed yours, and his voice shattered between each word:

“i. fucking. love. you.” he moans out, his tears slipped onto your cheeks. you try kissing them away. “please don't ever let me go,” he whispered.

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[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

you find yourself staring at your husband...

as you wordlessly take in his appearance.

you remember the last time you kissed him very well. it was little peck to his right cheek.

yet you don´t remember giving him the hickeys on his neck you´re currently staring at.

könig knows what he´s done. of course he does.

he keeps his gaze lowered, clearly avoiding your gaze and silently revelling in remorse making you wonder if these guilty feelings of his are even real or if they´re just a hoax like his love towards you.

"i can explain, love, i was drunk…. i-" he halts as he breathes heavily, trying to take a step closer to you, but stops when he notices you backing away from him.

he was drunk. you almost laugh to yourself.

"no." you say, trying to get the hell away from him.

all those sleepless, exhausting nights wondering if your husband would come home to you again, or if he´d spend the night with some woman he picked up from the bar, have finally brought you to this breaking point.

you aren´t even sad or shocked anymore, just tired and fed up with his bullshit, knowing this numbness has been clouding your mind for a while now.

you stare at the ring on your left hand, your head racing with doubts and thoughts.

"love-"

"stop calling me that." you whisper. he frowns at that.

könig watches you leave the room, reaches out a hand, but then quickly withdraws it, well aware that he´s lost the right to touch you a long, long time ago.

"i know i´ve messed up, i know that. but please, please," he begs but it doesn´t faze you, "don´t give up on us. don´t do this."

"there is no 'us'", you mutter, "there never was an 'us' and there never will be an 'us' ever again."

you grab a bag to pack your belongings, as you'd rather burn alive than spend another minute in this hell.

"please wait, please.. i can´t imagine my life without you, without your warmth."

'then why did you sneak out and seek the warmth of another woman?'

his heart is racing as he finally realizes the magnitude of his mistakes, "let me explain. i was just trying to escape my problems for a moment-"

"your problems?" you scoff, "'for better or worse', remember?" you scream.

könig doesn't say anything, he just stares at you while tears well up in your eyes.

"if you´re dealing with problems, you´re supposed to talk to me about them and not go and fuck someone!"

"love, i´m so sorry-"

"i´m leaving." you say, ignoring his attempts, "i´ll stay at john´s until we got this figured out. until you fucking learn how to respect a marriage," you shout, angrily poking your finger in his chest.

he´s silent again, the only reaction are his eyes widening at your outburst.

it makes your blood boil that he doesn't show any kind of reaction. he doesn't even try to get you to stay. he´s not trying to convince or pressure you into staying either.

and you realize he never really fought for you. he never did.

"i understand." no he doesn´t.

"you will also give me your signature because i want a divorce," you finally say, "i can´t do this anymore and i´m afraid forgiving you over and over again for your mistakes is gonna kill me eventually."

"a divorce?", he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

—

this is so bad aaaaa, anyway should i make a part 2?

[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

thinking about sick ghost...

as soon as he steps through the door and takes his balaclava off, you attack him with kisses and hugs. he´s been gone for months now, on dangerous missions and you´re just happy to have your husband back in your arms again.

ghost holds you close to him, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he enjoys your warmth and scent.

he softly kisses the top of your head, "miss me lots, angel?"

"very," you grin up at him, your arms running down the sides of his bicep.

"i missed you too, lovie-" he suddenly sneezes, interrupting himself as he sniffles in embarrassment.

he coughs lightly, making you raise an eyebrow.

"let´s just ignore that, my love,"

"um let´s not?", you scoff, touching his forehead with the back of your hand, feeling him heating up, "you´ve clearly caught yourself a cold."

"love, it´s not that deep-" he begins.

"bed. now." you shut him up.

ghost frowns and pulls back slightly from your touch, trying to hide his discomfort, "i´m fine, lovie. it´s just a little sniffle, nothing to worry about,"

he tries to walk past you, but you block his way and cross your arms in front of your chest. ghost sighs heavily, desperately attempting to stifle a cough. he knows he won´t win this argument.

"fine, you win. i´ll go rest for a bit," he says, his thumb softly stroking the side of your face, "but don´t pamper me too much, alright?"

he grumbles as he makes his way to your shared bedroom, secretly enjoying your concern and care.

"oh, i will pamper you, big boy," you say, both your hands finding your hips, "lucky for you, i made soup and don´t pout, simon, it´s your favourite," you tell him, pinching his nose.

ghost can´t help but smile at your words,

"you always know how to take care of me, sweetheart."

—

some flufffff, pls excuse my english, its not my first language :))

[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

walking in on könig…

you’re standing in front of your colonel’s office door in hopes that you can get some advice, trying to improve on yourself.

könig is sat at his desk, his belt unbuckled, gear and combat trousers discarded on the floor. he’s holding his impressive length in his hand, trying to get off quietly.

he teases himself, his thumb rubbing his tip hastily as droplets of precum drip all the way down from his cock to his lower abdomen, making a big mess.

“ngh.. s’not enough,” he whimpers, struggling to hold back his whiny moans and whimpers.

he’s so so desperate, literal tears forming at the thought of you having his hard cock in a tight and torturing grip instead of his own.

“please, please.. need more”

‘how pathetic. getting off on begging and pleading to nothing,’ he imagines you saying to him.

suddenly you open the door.

he immediately freezes as he hears the door open, his glossy eyes widening while he desperately tries to hide his hard-on.

“what are we doing here, hm?”

and his cock twitches again.

—

ive literally never written smut before im so sorry lmao

[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

started watching scandal today and i NEED Fitzgerald Grant to bend me over his desk in the oval office (like he did w olivia) and fuck me HARD like the whore i am while i’m calling him mr president and he whimpers and grunts in my ear like GODFUCKING DAMN NEVER SEEN A MAN SO SEXY AND I CANT STOP DROOLING OVER MY SCREEN WHEN HE HAS THOSE PUPPY EYES OR HIS SLEEVES ROLLED UP HIS ARMS AAAAAHJAHDKAHALALAGKDHAJDGKSHDKSJS