I Wanna Suck His Dick So Bad

"Get a load of this guy" I'M TRYING TO!!

Cann, we get more chubby!reader x artist!könig please 🙏

I might write some drabbles before the part 2 is up, what would you like to see? Don't be shy!

Tomorrow: artist König x chubby reader!

Bimbo!Reader that constantly sends Konig's nudes to encourage him while he's away and working

Getting a bullet to his hip and frantically checking over his phone only to see his pretty, gorgeous, fucking dumb girlfriend send him nudes in an attempt to make him feel better wasn't something that Konig could ever get used to. Not the bullet part - he got plenty of those, and it barely even pains him anymore - but the nude part. The girlfriend part. Fucking gorgeous girlfriend who likes him enough to send him nudes and bed him to send some back. Like he would ever stand in the bathroom after getting patched up, trying to find the best angle for his body and- Yeah, this is exactly what he is doing. Fuck. The photos you get are always blurry like he can't quite learn how to use his phone without the threat of crushing it in his bear-like hands - but you chirp in the voice messages that you adore them that you like them so much that you like him so much - and just can't can't can't wait for him to be back home. Konig never thought that kidnapping some pretty and dumb thing would result in receiving a perfect domestic girlfriend, but he had finally trained you enough to trust you to be home alone and let him go on longer missions - and this is still a fucking torture. He hates being away from you, hates not having you by his side. His team would try to get in his phone again, checking what their colonel was up to, staring at the screen like he just saw the sexiest ghost in existence, and he would cover his phone immediately, barking at them to get lost and stop slacking off. He will find a moment to jerk off at your pretty pictures when he is alone - and he will think of a good response to your messages after his head is clear from his horniness. He just can't do it, not right now, he needs you there with him - this way, he won't have to fumble for words he doesn't have, he can just show his appreciation with soft touches and small mumbling somewhere between your tits, whispering the praises with his tongue latched on your clit or your sensitive nipple. Konig just glad you're careless enough to not care that he only responded to your nudes with a heart emoji - you're just glad he is okay, maybe even well enough to actually talk to you later, let you listen to your rambling about your day and the doggy you met on your way from the grocery store - a rare privilege he gives you only when he isn't there to do everything for you.

It's a secret...¡! ❞

John 'Soap' Mactavish x female!reader

!!warnings: fluff-angst, stitching, shooting, nothing really ig just Soap being romantic, love at first sight, not too much build up i apologize

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

Soap is in an undercover mission, working as a barista at a famous cafeteria where people come and go everyday. His target? A terrorist that was threatening to blow up the Big Ben, the reasons? Nobody knew.

They had a profile of the terrorist, a man with black hairs, blue eyes, long neck and the tattoo of a star on his wrist. For some reason, that guy seemed to enjoy cold coffee every morning before killing some civils, something sweet to start the day before commiting crimes.

Soap got the morning shift, working from 8am to 3pm everyday, hoping to catch the son of a bitch... And that's where you appear at the story, you arrived there everyday at 10am, ordered some frappuccino with extra cream and milk and then sat down, works for one hour and left

He didn't payed attention to you before the third day or so when he started noticing how frequent you where, entering at 10am and leaving at 11:50am exactly, maybe you were just a perfectionist, maybe you were involved in the terrorist's plan. He learned your name, your order and when he least imagined, he was doing your order before you even arrived at the cafeteria, everything ready one hour before you were there.

His teammates noticed it and kept telling him to focus on the target — not on the pretty girl that showed up everyday and definitely wasn't making his heart beat faster. You had those tired eyes that were captivating and your hair that was messy in the right measure every morning, as if you woke up late and got ready in a hurry.

After a week, the terrorist finally shows up and as expected, a fight starts on the cafeteria and unfortunately, you were one of the civil that got injured, you were hit by a bullet in your arm, the one you used for everything. He hears your screams and he is scared, he only know you for a week and is already so in love with you.

He lets Ghost takes the top on the conflict and rushes to you, kneeling down in front of you while you have your arm bleeding, crying in pain and fear.

"shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay, you'll be okay, It only hit the tissue, your bones are fine, c'mon, you're a strong woman." Soap says in a soft tone, trying to calm you down. You were panicking, of course, you were used to a calm, cozy life and that cafeteria was your favorite place and now there is a shooting happening right in front of your eyes.

Seeing your despair and how intense the shooting was getting, he picks you up and runs with you to the back of the cafeteria, the deposit. He carefully puts you down and picks a first aid kit.

"Look, this is going to hurt okay? Here, have this." He says, looking at you with those worried eyes as he gives you a piece of cloth to bite, He takes tweezers and carefully penetrates the hole in your arm and you screams of discomfort and pain, after a few seconds of pure agony, he manages to take it off. "Look, it wasn't that bad.." he says softly, smiling at you, the piece of cloth in your mouth all wet in tears and saliva, falling into the ground as you pant.

He puts stitches in your arm, they are temporary until you get a better one from a doctor. He takes off a sandwich and orange juice in a box from his backpack and gives it to you, "You must be feeling weak, you lost a lot of blood." You take the sandwich and take a small, weak bite, "Thanks.." you says in a weak, shaky voice.

He smiles and stands up, "stay here, I'm gonna be back in a while." He says and leaves, not without giving you one last look. At least you were safe and that calmed his heart.

The shooting continued but now the terrorist had some backup and almost managed to escape but fortunately, captain Price captured him before he could run away. Soap had a few bruises, Gaz was injured but nothing too serious and Ghost and Price was fine.

He came back to where he left you and... You weren't there, the only thing left behind was the box of orange juice and blood. His heart stops, his legs are weak, his eyes starts watering, where are you? Did he lost you? Did you-

"Ah..it's you, I'm sorry." Your voice comes out of the deposit's boxes and Soap looks around frenetically, you come out from behind one of the boxes, like a cat checking if everything was alright, he runs to you and hugs you, lifting you up.

"Oh god, I thought i had lost you." He cries, hugging you tightly, you hug back, of course, he is your saviour. You had just hid behind the boxes when you heard him coming back, afraid if it wasn't him.

He lets you go after a while and takes your hand, "c'mon, let's get you to a doctor." He says, leading you outside, where a squad of doctos and nurses were helping the injured. He helps you get inside the ambulance and waves at you as the ambulances drives away and you wave back, of course.

He had captured your heart and you captured his but you two couldn't be together... For now.

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Hope you enjoyed it! I think I'm gonna do a second part of this!

My requests are open.

I LOVE HESH YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT HIM

DIRTY LITTLE DAYDREAMS ft. HUSBAND!HESH

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗁, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒 𝗂 love 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒𝖾

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After a long day on field, Hesh wants nothing more than to come home to his pretty wifey and have her sit on his lap as he fondled her folds, underneath her frilly little apron while he sucks on her earlobe and she can't help but to continually twist and pant. He wants to hear the sound of her calling out his name from her sweet, honeydew-flavored lips, fawning over the way he touches her. To inhale her rosejam and coffee perfume as he delves between her dripping walls when he tenderly lays hold of her pretty, lissom neck as she licks her lips before catching them between her teeth.

To have her tremble, digging her fresh, pink manicured set he paid for the day before into his thighs. Her fluttering lashes to glance over at him as her precious, eyes shimmer in serpendipity, spellbound by his lithe fingers working her cute, puffy little clit. To charm her with his winsome words and pet names that would only make her eyes soften before rolling back into her skull.

But he feels his body jolt as Keegan's hand pats his shoulder. "C'mon, kid, we ain't finished yet." His husky voice brings him back to reality of the unfinished task ahead.

His emerald eyes flickering up to his teammates in a nubivagant state. Keegan's gaze abates and a smile, warps the distressed balaclava that conceals his face. He stops for a moment in front of him as Hesh nods, pulling himself out of his stupor and checks his mag.

"I know that wife of yours wants to see your pretty boy ass alive to make it in time for dinner, so let's move." His brows raise playful at him.

Hesh flushes red as he swipes at his wedding band with his thumb before giving him a sheepish grin, knowing he's been caught up in one of his dirty little daydreams about you. "Yeah..."

And don't think for a moment Keegan doesn't see Hesh readjust his tactical pants in his peripheral before they get going again.

Simon Riley is a stubborn bastard

Always has been

Likely always will be

His parents told him so

His teachers told him so

His commanding officers told him so

Whether it’s how he prefers to take his teas or how he listens to no one but himself, there is no doubt that Simon Riley is a stubborn bastard, if not the most stubborn person he knows, with a long list of references to confirm it

That is, until he meets his match

Until he meets you

A firecracker housed in the body of a woman nearly an entire foot shorter than him, you were reaching new heights of strong headedness that would have left any other man reeling, but he wasn’t any man

Your unshakable determination and his relentless tenacity landed the two of you in more spitting matches over the next few months than a boys locker room, often ending up chest to chest and toe to toe as two unmovable forces collided

You clearly had no qualms about the differences in stature as you never failed to step up to the man who soon was finding any reason to pick fights with you, if it meant you ended up close enough for him to smell the adrenaline radiating off of you, to see the smaller details in your irises as they flamed with untamed passion

Like they say, it takes two to tango, but eventually someone’s toes are bound to get stepped on

It takes over half an hour after the debrief for you to convince the behemoth of a man to grow a pair, roll up his shirt and let you see his injury already, the both of you practically fuming but the time you get your hands on his pale flesh, pointedly choosing to ignore his slowly dwindling protests as you clean and dress his wound

As stubborn of a bastard as he is, as the minutes tick by and you remain in his orbit, he can’t help how his gaze softens the longer your soft fingers are poking and prodding at touch starved skin no one else has even seen in years, can’t help how his breath catches as he watches his favourite spitfire take care of him with a gentleness he never knew she possessed before

He’s thankful for the mask hiding his reddened cheeks every time you lock eyes with him, your gaze checking in on him in a way your words would never dare to

He’s almost starting to wonder if he’s been too harsh with you, if he should be more lenient, but then you go and open your mouth and say-

“You like me.”

“Fat fuckin’ chance.” He’s grumbling all too quickly, eyes now looking anywhere but at you or your hands on his abdomen that are so close to inching towards his-

“You definitely like me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“There a fuckin’ gas leak in ‘ere? Lucky I even bloody tolerate y-”

“Okay.” You cut him off, snapping your first aid kit shut and coming to stand, forcing him to meet your gaze head on. “I’ll just go get Johnny then. He can help you finish up wit-”

“Sit down.” He manages to grind out through clenched teeth, hands reaching out to pull you back in your seat, if not a little closer than you were before

“Thought so.”

Two of, if not the two most stubborn people they’ve ever met, the rest of the 141 are already placing bets as to when the wedding will be, Soap willing to put a 20 down betting that you’re both too bullheaded to be the first to say I love you until you’re at the altar

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