#call of duty mw2 imagines

[lilmoonbunny]

Take me Back; Ex-Graves

When your ex shows up at your apartment severely injured, you have no choice but to help him.

When you return home from deployment to see your houses lights on and blood on the carpet, the first thing you do is pull out your gun.

Moving silently through your house is the only option as to not scare the intruder away.

However, your movements became louder the moment you saw who was bleeding on your floor.

“Philip Graves, I haven’t seen you in a few years, and the first thing you do is bleed all over my carpet? Forever the gentleman.” Y/N let out a small sigh at the unwanted visitor, but glad it was him and not an intruder.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” the bleeding man grunted out, evidently delirious judging by his honest words. “You always said your house was open to me.”

Y/N sighed. “That was when we were together,”

Graves simply rolled his eyes and pointed to his wound. “Think you can help me out?”

Of course, the first person you see when you come back home is your ex-boyfriend. Even worse, he was bleeding on your new carpet.

With a sigh, you grab your med-kit and begin patching him up.

As you work, he’s completely out of it from blood loss. He’s pale, shaking, and uttering absolute nonsense.

“C’mon, Philip. You can’t just pass out on me,”

“Don’t call me that,” he slurred out, the blood loss clearly clouding his judgement. It was clear she had to stitch the wound quickly.

“Why not?” Y/N asked quietly, brushing Graves’ sweat-stuck hair from his face before beginning to stitch the wound.

A groan left the Commanders lips, but no complaints were heard. “You never called me that,”

“What did I call you?” Whilst she knew the answer, Y/N figured it would be best to keep him talking, even if he’d be embarrassed once he was rested.

“Phil, Graves, baby. It was never Philip.”

His words were true, but you had been broken up for nearly two years now. Surely it had to be the blood loss making him say this; he couldn’t miss you the same way you did.

Eventually, the man passed out and you were left alone with your thoughts.

A groan slipped from Graves’s lips as he gradually gained consciousness. He had no idea where he was, let alone who the woman in front of him was; the last thing that he remembered was being shot.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” a familiar voice sounded, “glad to see you didn’t die on me.”

He was shocked upon realising where he was. He always knew he would think about you in his last moments, but he didn’t expect to have come to your house whilst he believed he was dying.

“Gave me quite the fright, you know?” You were oblivious to his internal struggles and continued talking. “Thought you were an intruder, then was shocked it was you, and then had to patch you up whilst you were talking absolute shit.”

“I missed you,” he mumbled. He had no idea why he said that, perhaps he was still somewhat out of it from the blood loss.

You froze at his honest words. It was one thing whilst he was delirious and bordering on unconsciousness, but to say it whilst completely conscious, albeit likely still dazed, was something else. It was something he would actually remember.

“C’mon, Phil. Don’t say that.” Y/N sighed quietly, “Don’t say things you don’t mean.

Philip shot up at the words, groaning as he pulled his stitches.

“Be careful you idiot. I worked hard on them.” She said, but he knew what she meant: she still cared.

“Please, Y/N. Please take me back…”

[simonrileysfavteacup]

You stir awake, sighing as you roll over to face your sleeping husband. You sit up, fixing your stretchy shirt over your very swollen belly. You pat Simon’s side. “Si? Si! Si!”

He groans as he wakes up, rolling over and shoving his head into his pillow. “Go back t’ sleep.”

“I want a big mac.”

He groans louder. 

“Please, Si? I’m super hungry. And bubby keeps kicking.”

He sighs, “Look ‘t the time, lovie.”

You almost tear up. 

When he notices the frown on your face, he sighs again, getting up. “Which one is the closest?”

You smile, almost jumping with joy as you lean up to press a million kisses to his cheek. “The one on 42nd.”

He leans down, kissing your belly and your lips before heading off to get dressed. 

He returns 20 minutes later, a bag and 2 drinks in hand. You practically moan at the smell as he hands you the bag. 

“I love you,” you moan as you take a bite of your burger. He chuckles, eating his own. “Bubby loves you too. He’s kicking every time I take a bite.”

“Bet ‘e does.” Simon kisses your belly as you stuff a few fries in your mouth. “Lovie?”

“Yeah?” you ask with a mouth full. 

“Do ya think he’ll like me?”

“For the millionth time, my love, you are nothing like your father. You’re far too kind and too amazing and too sweet. He’s going to love you. Just like I do.”

He chuckles, “Love you too.”

He leans down, kissing your belly. 

“Both of ya annoying little buggers. Always fuckin’ hungry.”

[yawnderu]

There's only 3 people Simon follows on social media. Gaz, Soap... and a pornstar he's been obsessed with for months.

He loves coming back from missions and seeing you promoting your new content on Twitter, always getting fucked by a different person— never the same man or woman twice.

He'd be lying if he said he doesn't think he can fuck you better than the men jackhammering into you without care, or the women who keep staring at the camera rather than focusing on your lovely body. He could do it so much better, stuffing your pretty cunt full of eight inches of thick, veiny meat.

Warm water runs down his body as he rubs his throbbing cock, calloused hands toying with the angry, red tip before he smears it all over his shaft, almost cumming at the wet sound that rings around the shower when he jerks off again.

His leaking precum sticks to his hand, begging him to keep going while he scrolls down your Twitter. Half-lidded brown eyes struggle to stay open when he sees a new photo of you, groaning at the way your bright smile overpowers the thick cum smeared all over your lovely tits, looking so proud of finishing another man off and getting marked.

His boner is almost painful at this point. He's sure his arm is going to get a cramp after this, but he's too far gone to care.

Simon's fantasies run wild as he keeps scrolling and liking your new content. He's barely lucid enough to register the newest video, looking at the skimpy clothing you're wearing being ripped off by an older man, cock thrusting into you wildly, almost punishingly. There's nothing more lovely than your expression when you get penetrated, wide eyes looking at the camera and pretty lips turned into an "o" shape before you smile, clearly enjoying every single inch of meat stuffed into your needy cunt.

“Fuck.” His hand works faster down his shaft, the familiar tight feeling in his heavy balls returning while he lets out a low moan. A tidal wave of euphoria hits him when his half-lidded brown eyes return to the video, muscles flexing and tensing up as he releases thick ropes of cum onto the floor, letting the water wash it away.

His hips buck uncontrollably as he squeezes the last drops of thick cum out of his cock with a couple of low groans, hand finally slowing down.

His muscles finally relax, chest rising up and down while he tries to recover from the intense orgasm. He can't help but look at the ropes of release being washed away, secretly hoping they were in you instead.

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he immediately looks at it with a raised eyebrow, breath catching in his throat when he reads the notification announcing that you follow him back.

Part II | Part III

[v1x3n]

[simonzmama]

‘magin sweet virgin simon finally hittin it.

your legs sit hiked up on the thick muscles sittin’ atop his hipbones, his fingers digging deep into the sheets, practically twisting em off the mattress as he breathes out lowly.

his hips press forward further, his cock burning n stomach rolling into taut knots that have his nails digging holes into your pretty pink sheets.

you drag your hands up his chest slowly watching as the muscles pull tight n his hips stutter. his eyes flicker up to yours, skin breakin out in a mess of tender of goosebumps. “breathe, baby. you’re goin’ red on me, si.”

he laughs lowly, throat thick as he bottoms out. his thighs press against the back of yours, neck rolling as he tries his absolute best to contain the way his orgasm shivers down his spine.

“oh my… fuck,” he groans, teeth takin ahold of his tongue to silence the multitude of noises rising up his throat. his eyes flutter to a shut slowly as he tries to get the image of your sweet body outta his mind, or the fact that your cunt is suckin’ n holdin’ him there so tightly.

his head drops into the crook of your neck as he slowly pulls back, teeth nippin at your soft skin as your head arches back. his teeth bare in a soft hiss, jaw ticking against your chin. you drag your nails down his back gently, a pretty moan spilling free off your lips at the soft drag of his thick cock against your warm, silky walls.

n that’s what does it for him, the sound of that melodic whine. it plays n plays in his mind on repeat until he’s suddenly forcing himself back into you, hips a shaky stuttery mess.

n the groan, the drawn out whimper that tumbles off his lips is cruel. his teeth sink down into your skin as his hips ground forward, desperately attempting to fuck his seed into you. his eyes roll and his fingers grasp at the soft hair lining the nape of your neck.

“simon?” you murmur softly feeling his thick, hot release fill you full. “lemme look at you, wanna see that pretty face.”

zamnnnn. dis sounded better in my head 🤦‍♀️✌️

[chaosandmarigolds]

Simon Riley! Who refuses to sleep alone once you got together, once he began to trust you

Simon Riley! Who takes it as a person attack when you push him away in the middle of the night during a heatwave

Simon Riley! Who picks up your little baby when they come toddling in on their routine break in around two and puts them back to bed because night time is mommy and daddy time

Simon Riley! Who who sleepily follows you when you wake up in the middle of the night

Simon Riley! Who will purposefully turn the AC down to 62 F just because it’ll mean you’ll snuggle into him

Simon Riley! Who would rather starve then let you crawl out of bed to make breakfast, A: because it’s snuggle time

Simon Riley! Who collapses on the bed after a long day out and drags out onto the bed with him

Simon Riley! Who, after a his entire life, loves night time because it meant he got to be with you <3

[konigsblog]

simon riley's breeding kink. 🍼

simon craves the warmth and comfort of a family, a family he can call his own.

simon is anxious when he finally comes to you, asking about the future and your thoughts on having kids together. he's thrilled when you admit that you want some children of your own sometime soon, and ever since hearing that, he's been pawing at you constantly.

it's all day. from when you wake you, to when you go to sleep again, an endless cycle. simon's strong arms hold your soft body, freshly awoken to the feeling of simon's bulge pressed against your tight rear.

he'll hump you and rock his muscular hips back and forth while he huffs at your sweet essence of arousal, whispering sweet nothings that leave shivers running down your spine, his hot breath against your neck ticklish and causing you to giggle quietly. slow morning sex with simon is sloppy and messy with his creamy load creating a sticky mess between your thighs, with him desperately trying to fuck his hot, potent cum into you, to plug you full.

he'll shower with you whenever possible, sneaking behind the shower curtain silently, his calloused hands against your wet body roaming. his lustful gaze wanders, looking for an inch of skin that he can mark with a love bite or a hickey, his dick hardening at the sight of your gorgeous body.

the veins on his twitching, girthy cock are prominent with his head weeping pearly stickiness from the tip. simon will groan loudly beside your ear, his breathing heavy, and the mirror left foggy from the hot, steamy water. please, love, just bend over and let him slide inside, he needs it.

and you're completely aware of this—his breeding kink and obsession with getting you pregnant. you rile him up and pester him about his fantasy teasingly, grinding against him occasionally while wearing no panties. oh, you're only adding fuel to the fire, sweetheart.

[simonrileyyyy]

Simon Riley who fucks your brains out when he sees a man come up to you at a club, constantly reminding you who your pussy belongs to.

Simon Riley who has eyes for you and you only. Every other woman, no matter how beautiful or ugly they are never make his heart beat out of his chest like you do.

Simon Riley who spoils you rotten, getting you anything you even 𝙗𝙖𝙩 an eye at.

Simon Riley who always loves keeping you on his lap whenever he’s drinking his morning cup of tea or doing his boring ass work on his computer.

Simon Riley who can’t even be away from your touch for a second. It’s become a habit, to the extent where he always unconsciously grabs your hand, caresses your thigh while driving, or playing with a strand of your hair.

[sweetnothingtm]

♡ i imagine that Simon Riley is the type to spoil you rotten ♡

Simon doesn’t check his bank statements anymore - just hands you his card and plants a sloppy kiss on your smiling face.

Simon carries all your shopping bags without hesitation, even while you drain him of his worth. He scrolls his phone while you shop aimlessly, his eyes lazily dragging to your frame as you showcase what you want while he waves a hand at you.

yes - anything you want. yes - i mean it, sweetheart.

He follows you like a lost dog through the stores, practically begging for your attention as you wiggle your ass into a million different outfits.

I bet he takes you to all the lingerie stores. It’s his favorite part of the day, squeezed into a changing room as you strip in front of him. He always has a devious smirk, latching the stall lock into place as you hang up every scrap of fabric.

You’d twirl around in a tight lace, lip caught between your teeth as Simon palms himself through his jeans. He’d stare at you, eyes glowing with desire as you innocently checked yourself out and hummed.

do you like it? how do i look?

you look good enough to let me fuck you right now. matter of fact - bend over for me, sweetheart.

Simon would press you up against the mirror, dick pressed against your ass with his breath fanning against your neck. His teeth would graze against your skin, little whimpers coming from your lips as you roll your hips.

His fingers would press into your waist, digging into the silk panties with a price tag hanging off of them. $45 - damn expensive for a pair, but he considered you priceless.

When he inevitably ruins the fabric by cumming all over it, you’d have a little pout spread across your face. He’d roll his eyes, promising you another pair and splaying a hand against your ass while his camera clicks for a photo.

you look too fucking good, might just have to fuck you again when we’re home. you’d like that - wouldn’t you little slut?

Simon Riley would shrug his shoulders when the sales person would ask why theres panties in the trash. He’d swipe his card, hardly looking at the bill as he picked up another bag and watched you glow with happiness.

He always buys you dinner, opens every door for you, and slings his jacket around your shoulders. His hand always rests on your thigh when he drives, fingers tracing delicate shapes on your soft skin.

When he looks over to you, you’re already glowing with adoration and love - a twinkle in your eye as he squeezes your leg and hums.

did you like the gifts, princess? i spoil you huh?

[dizzykss]

distracting dreams. longer name. könig notices you avoiding him. and it doesn’t take long for him to figure out that it’s all because of a little dream you had. marks. fingering. pussy play. semi-public. slight age gap

you couldn’t meet könig’s gaze for the entire day. the one time you did get a glimpse of him, his arm reaching over to grab a gun or a vest or something that you weren’t really paying attention to, your mind started whirring. your little dream had come back to, despite your inner protest, the memory of könig’s hands sliding down between your thighs made your stomach clench. heat making your cheeks flushed, along with your nose.

könig had noticed this change in your expression, as he eyes you. this only seemed to make your mind run laps, remembering the way his thick fingers jammed into you, while his heavy bulge kept nudging against your widened legs. fuck. in that moment you spared him a small smile and quickly turned to take business elsewhere.

as the day got later, your pussy craved for something that you knew you’d never get. i mean how pathetic can you get? honestly. but what you hadn’t realized was how attentive könig was to you. having been your mentor and supervisor he had grown a keen eye to your habits. you had never minded making eye contact before, or at least as much. but now you actively avoided it. and when könig made the mistake of letting his gaze drop he saw the way your thighs clenched tightly together.

he wasn’t a stupid man, he knew what that meant. and though the clear age gap and status provided you both with a clear ‘forbidden zone’, könig couldn’t help but keep looking. you were a pretty girl. könig also wasn’t blind. he knew the random stares you got, the passing compliments. he hadn’t thought much of it, but as he soon became aware of your dire need to avoid him he grew curious.

“i need to speak to you.” könig says to you in his normal professional manner that has you thinking you’re in the clear. but the moment you two end up alone he draws in close, far too easily lifting you onto the nearby table. your eyes expand as his large hands holds your thighs apart, and around his hips. “why are you avoiding me?” his question is simple. but you’re too awestruck to come up with a lie as you just gulp.

he’s testing a theory. your avoidance of eye contact, flushed cheeks, and clenched thighs all lead to something that is making könig second guess himself in thinking his plan is all for research purposes. did he want you like this? did he like the fact that you looked so flustered?

“alright, answer me this then. what did you dream about the other night?” his straight to the point question is nothing like the könig you knew. in fact this whole ‘confrontation’ is anything but. he doesn’t waste his time conversing in deep detail, or asking any questions that lead to said conversations. his question is followed by your further silence. what were you supposed to say? ‘yeah, i dreamt of you fucking me until i could barely breathe’.

“it’s a simple question.” he speaks again, and this time you can feel your body come to life. but not in the way of action in more of a reaction to his hands now stroking your thighs. his hands can practically encompass them. that only seems to make your inability to speak more prominent. “if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going to start assuming.”

yeah, maybe his ‘plan’ is turning into something more. he wanted to know what was bothering you. that if he touched you this close would you react with disgust or as you are now? but now his mind seems to wander. if he’s right about you fantasizing about him, and if you won’t talk, there’s only one way to understand more.

you can’t comprehend a thing as his hand slips down between your thighs and begins to rub right against your covered pussy. your mouth salivates as your hands grip on the material of his shirt. könig watches you closely as your gaze darts down in surprise, your lips parting. his fingers drag against your cunt as your hips instinctively shudder. yeah…he knows.

his other hand then moves over to the button and zip of your pants, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping until his hand can completely slide past your panties and graze right over your weeping pussy. a small gasp leaves you as your hips move a fraction, your head now practically rested on his chest as he stands. his calloused fingers do wonders to your clit and more choked sounds leave you.

you’re embarrassed. but at this point nothing much is going on in your mind besides the repeat of ‘könig is touching me’ ‘könig is touching me’. he doesn’t say a word as he then slips two fingers into your hole, the stretch making a louder mewl leave you. könig’s free hand presses against your mouth to quieten you, as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, your clothes muffling the wet drag of your seeping pussy.

his hips keep your thighs from shaking too much as you press against them for support, your forehead against his chest drawing you closer to him. “do not make a sound.” he whispers to you, as he removes his hold on your mouth, his hand slipping to partially soothe and hold your head.

könig can feel you squeezing around his fingers, your breathing telling him how close you are as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your clit. your orgasm crashes over you as you mouth opens, panting against him. he keeps thrusting his cum covered fingers into you as your hips grind as much as they can. after a moment, your orgasm slowly decreasing, könig mutters something. “is that why you were avoiding me today?”

you can’t tell if he’s disappointed or not. and you’re still too scared to look him in the eye. even more now, that his fingers are spreading your arousal and cum all over your pussy lips, his hand still in your pants. “i’m…sorry.” you manage, your embarrassment catching up to you. he doesn’t reply a moment as he keeps playing with your pussy lips slowly. “is that a yes?” he hums.

“…yes.” you murmur back. the moment you say this, his fingers slide right back into your hole making you gasp, and grip onto his arms. you finally gaze up at him, as he begins to finger you again. “w-what—“ you choke out as your eyes threaten to roll, the heat in your core returning. you don’t know his reason for thrusting his fingers back into you. because all he knows is that he wants to watch you cum again.

[simonrileysfavteacup]

As always, Simon stumbles into your shared apartment, sighing. He drops his gear by the door, stripping himself down to his boxers. 

He walks into the living room, where the tv was on mute and a figure slept on your couch. He smiles, heading over to you, a blanket over your sleeping body. Simon stares at you for a moment before picking you up, making you stir awake. 

He smiles, “Hi lovie.”

“Si?”

“‘Hats me.” 

“You’re home?”

“Yup.”

“I haven’t made dinner…”

“S’ what? Pizza place down the stree’ is open.”

“But you deserve a home cooked-”

“Lovie? Why are you s’ hot?”

You blink. “What?”

“Like burnin’ hot…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Your burnin’, lovie.”

“I’m fine,” you lie, thrashing around in his arms. “I needa make dinner!”

“You’re sick?”

You don’t respond. 

“Bed. Now.” That was his stern voice. His lieutenant voice. “‘m orderin’ takeout.”

“But-”

“Lovie,” he warns. “Don’t make me tie you t’ the bed. Now, stay there an’ rest.”

He leaves the room to order dinner. When he gets back, you’re fast asleep. 

***

You stir awake hours later, the TV in your bedroom on, Simon sitting next to you. He’s munching on a rice bowl. You groan, “My head hurts.”

“Have ya taken any meds?” You shake your head. He holds out a bite of his food to you. You accept it happily. “Got them rice pla’ers you love so much.”

“Thank you. I can never get old of them.”

“You should.”

“I love you so much, but I haven’t gotten old of you.” 

He rolls his eyes. “You’re gone take some meds after eatin’, ‘kay?”

You nod. “Love you, Si.”

“Love you too, lovie.”

[yawnderu]

Please, God, I've never asked you for anything; please make sure my baby is okay.

Simon carries you in his arms, balaclava thrown away a long time ago as he drags your body to shore, bare hands desperately removing your vest like it's a barnacle stuck to your shell. He places his ear next to your mouth and nose, eyes closing in relief for a second when he can feel your faint, cold breathing.

He doesn't waste any time on starting CPR, the heels of his palms pressing down on your chest hard, making sure to avoid your ribs. Your lips are blue and you're barely breathing, body cold and eyelashes dotted with tiny specks of ice from the frozen water.

Please, don't take her from me. Please, God.

He keeps pressing down on your chest, trying his best to make the water in your lungs come out despite the way his vision gets blurrier by the second. His lips press against yours, giving you two rescue breaths before he goes back to doing CPR.

His heart almost jumps out of his chest when he hearts you cough, cold hands desperately grasping for anything you can touch before he forces you on your side, allowing you to cough out the water that made its way into your lungs.

Your eyes open slowly and he gives you space to regain your breath despite the way his entire body aches to hug you. His hand cups your cheek, thumb massaging the cold skin gently in hopes of giving you some warmth.

''I'm here, baby.'' He says softly, taking a deep breath to keep the dam from breaking once you manage to give him a lethargic hug, confused and in pain, yet its pure muscle memory to hold him the moment your eyes meet his.

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Napping with Simon “Ghost” Riley

My Blog is 18+ as is 99% of my content. Do not interact if you are a minor/under the age of 18.

No real warnings, just fluffy fluff.

Despite you catching the giant of a man sleeping on your sofa multiple Sundays in a row, he insists that he was just “resting his eyes”. 

It’s cold, rain pelts rhythmically against the window of your living room as you lie on the sofa wrapped in Simon’s arms. You’re nice and cosy from behind, his large frame wrapping around you as you watch something inane on television. 

You shiver a little, eyes already drooping as you clutch your arms around your body. 

“Cold?” Simon murmurs into your ear as he holds you closer, rubbing his calloused palms up and down your arms. 

“A little,” you admit, not wanting to move to get a blanket, you like it when Simon holds you like this. 

“Hang on,” he says as he kisses the crown of your head. He twists and turns behind you until you feel a soft throw blanket settle over you both, “Does that help?” 

“Yeah,” you hum as you bury your face into the plush material, “Thank you Si.” 

“No need to thank me, love,” he responds with a soft huff as he wraps a large arm around your middle, pinning you back against him. 

There’s a comfortable silence as you feel your eyelids drooping, unable to stop the inevitable, you let them close. But before you fully drift off, you notice the change in the rise and fall of Simon’s chest. His arm is looser around you as you feel his whole body slowly relax. 

“Si?” You whisper, not wanting to wake him if he had fallen asleep.

No answer. 

“Are you asleep?” You try again, only a little louder this time as a self-satisfied smirk graces your lips. 

“Hmmm?” He stirs a little, looping a leg over your two as he tucks the throw tighter around you both, “Just resting my eyes.” 

Napping with Captain John Price Napping with Soap Napping with Gaz Napping with König CoD Masterlist

[simonzmama]

‘magine that hot sloppy make out sesh with hubby!simon!!!

his fingers would be curling into that soft, plush skin of your ass, nails digging their way through the thick second-skin of your jeans. n the diamond of his jaw tilts, tongue delving further into your mouth ‘til you’re ‘bout spluttering on that sweet, pink muscle.

you’ve got your own set of freshly manicured (thanks to him course) hands all up on him. cupping that v of his jaw, his neck, down every ridge of his hard-worked for abs. you struggle through every inhale, exhales heating his face as he swallows your warm breath and lets his mingle in your mouth.

he lets out a soft grumble when the edges of his pearly whites clash with yours n it fuels something in him. his fingers curl around the back of your head, tongue swirling n dancing around in your mouth till you struggle to keep up with him.

your fingers curl around the base of his neck, the band of your sparkling wedding ring cools his skin n causes his skin to rise in tender goosebumps. his tendons flex, fingers following suit n he can straight up feel the perk of his dick in his pants, the slight vulnerability that shoots down his spine drives him into an absolute frenzy.

he hikes you closer to him ‘till you can feel the rock of his pecs under your ass n you can’t help the giggle that passes you. his lips curl, spit mixing between your mouths before he’s pulling away and licking that string of saliva connecting your mouths as one.

“what’re you laughin’ for, hon? you tryna take a ride up here?”―୨୧⋆ ˚

[chaosandmarigolds]

Ya know how everyone is like Simon is black cat energy- well, I don't deny he can be like that what I would like to counter with is black lab energy around the person he's most comfortable with

Simon, who drags you on his morning runs because he will spend the entire time talking about trucks or something boyish

ie: "And so then you gotta- baby? Why'd ya stop?"

"We-just-" heave, "Ran a fort-four miniute-" heave, "mile."

"Yeah? Cmon, six miles today."

Simon, who will do push ups before bed if he has too much energy and knows he will just toss and turn

Simon, who loops a finger in your belt loop whenever you're shopping because lord knows that man has separation anxiety

Simon, who did once hide your shoes when he knew you had to leave super early in the morning so you would be forced to wake him up to ask him where he put them

"Simon."

Hes been awake, obviously, the phone praticallly thrown at the wall when you opened the door was an indicator, "Mm, noo. sleep."

"Simon O'Donnel Riley I swear to god if you don't give my shoes right now-!"

"...I require somethin' in return."

"You birts and your taxes, 'm going barefoot."

Simon who loves intimacy, yeah sex but he likes being close, like if he squeezed you any closer he may actually break your bones on accident

Simon, who doesn't tell you this but that one time when you got the flu? he had the time of his life, normally because you're the one cleaning him up after missions, tending to his needs, and he liked being able to do the same to you

Simon, who has the worst (best) puppy eyes you've ever seen

"one kiss."

"I have a face mask on, do you want to kiss me when I look like a taxidermy panda?" You reply with a frown, book in lap and craning your neck to see your boyfriend from how he leaned over the sofa.

He blinks at your reply and the next thing you are aware of he's laying atop of you on the sofa completely trapping you under his weight, "Jus take it off if it bugs ya tha' much."

You playfully pout your bottom lip out, "But it's supposed to be on for twenty minutes. It's been ten."

"But I wan a kiss."

"But I want to have a pretty face."

Then it was his turn to playfully pout, "You have the prettiest face."

(long story short you obvious gave in cause...I would so therefore so do you <3 )

Simon, who goes from loving and doting boyfriend to scary military man as soon as he gets out of the car

Simon, who is aware you have a video of him baby talking that you took when he wasn't aware that you were recording

(yes based off that one tiktok, I laugh every time I see it)

Simon, who hates pecks but loves giving them, like this man will just hold your face and shower you with kisses for minutes on end (its his hobby or something)

Annnnyway thats it! feedback and comments, an alllll that jazz mean the world to me! <333

[angelltheninth]

König Bottoms Out For the First Time

Pairing: König x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, size kink, bottoming out, praise, clit stimulation

A/N: The big man needs big love.

"König... too big... it won't fit." Your eyes watered as you looked at his huge cock pushing into your tight pussy. After he's been eating you out for hours he finally felt like you were ready for his cock. You fucked him many times but he'd always held himself back. Not tonight, tonight he goes all out because tomorrow he's leaving for a few months.

"It will fit. You're wet, so wet, taking what I give you. You can take this final inch for me can't you? My beautiful girl." König's hand pressed against your tailbone to push your hips further up while his other hand traced from his cock to your clit.

You let out a broken whimper at the added stimulation, your body reacting accordingly. The tightening of your pussy around his girth didn't make it any easier for your big boyfriend's cock. He enjoyed it all the same, the feeling of your inner walls sucking him in.

"Too... much... I can't." The cry you let out wasn't because of the discomfort or pain but because you felt as if you were letting him down. Not one to give up, or liking it when you cried, he needed to prove you wrong.

König pulled back out and then slowly back in, not pushing past your set limit yet. His meaty thighs smacked against your ass, the bed protesting under you but holding strong. His fingers stayed on your clit, rubbing, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers. Your pussy didn't get a moment of rest, constantly stretched and filled and adjusting to his huge cock.

"You can take it. Want to know why? Because you're perfect for me. This pussy was made to take my cock, it was made just for my cock, a perfect tight, wet hole for me. I'll make his pussy remember the shape of it so that when I get back you'll have no problem taking all of me." This was his way of promising to come back to you. And with his cock bottoming out, with his balls smacking against you, full of cum, he sealed that promise. "You did it, you took all of me. Look, look how perfectly we fit together."

You let out a slightly pained moan from being stuffed so full. It was more then you ever had in you in your life, your pussy was sore already. But there was also a pleasantness that came with feeling König's whole cock pulsing inside your cunt.