Cann, We Get More Chubby!reader X Artist!könig Please 🙏

könig squishing your cheeks as you’re sobbing “it hurts, könig! s’too much!” him shushing you as he sinks into you inch by inch, just enough of his 260lbs + weight to keep you pinned “shh, shh liebling, it will feel good soon, i promise, just take it for me, ya?”

or better yet, könig getting off on the fact that he’s hurting you, pushing your head back down in the mattress and groaning “oh fuck, liebling, so tight. does it hurt, hm?” and right when you sob out a “yes, yes it hurts!” he makes sure you feel every single inch stretch you out “good, keep crying. it’s making me harder”

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.

an artist and his muse ⭑⚝²

pt1

artist! König x chubby!F!reader

!!content warnings: König is younger than canon, pistol mentioning, idk this is just fluff. Chubby reader. Extensive description of how to make a condensed milk cake. Maybe a bit out of character.

3,7k words — English isn't my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.

Since that day, you and König have been talking practically every day through the cellphone, König would often talk about his day and his new projects, sending you photos of the new paintings he was working on and recently, he started a new hobby: learn digital art. He would send you screenshots of his drawings, they were... Certainly something, it wasn't as great because he was used to work on a canvas with paint and such but, he was trying at least.

If he disappeared for 3-4 hours, you were sure he was just working on whatever his mind was thinking of, painting, digital art or even ceramic, yeah, he also started ceramic. He was trying to occupy his mind with something and it was obvious... You just didn't know he was trying to occupy his brain because you were everything in his mind.

König was having trouble painting because he couldn't focus on anything but you, his happiness was texting you everyday and looking at the selfies you send him anytime you were doing something mildly interesting, watching a movie, cooking, baking, oh god, baking, he could kill someone to taste those brownies you baked practically every weekend. He really wanted to ask you out on a date but he didn't have the guts to, you were such a pretty girl, who was he to think he had a chance with such a beautiful girl?

On your side... Well, it was the same. You were too shy to ask him out on a date, he was such a busy guy, he was painting and when he wasn't painting he was training his digital art and when he wasn't training he was doing ceramic, you didn't want to bother him. Your heart skips a beat every time he sends a photo of what he was working on, his face wasn't even on the photos but you were so in love it didn't even take too much to make you kick your feet and smile like a fool...

"Who are you talking to?" Suddenly, your father kicked you out of your thoughts, he was frowning and trying to peek on your phone as you were eating. You were already an adult but old habits never die to your father.

"M...my friend, his name is König." You reply, showing him the conversation, Anton takes a look and nods. "Your boyfriend?" He asks, you blushes slightly and shakes your head, "N-no, he's just a friend." You stutter. He gives you a look like 'yeah, sure' and then goes back to the living room, leaving you in the kitchen to finish your lunch.

You didn't have anything to do that day. You wanted to go out with your friends but they were all busy, you didn't have a photoshoot today, no modeling or something, so you would just enjoy the day, just being lazy... So you decided to bake a cake! Why not?

You looked for a recipe on the internet and found one you found interesting, 'Condensed Milk Cake'... Hmm, sounds good! And you have all the ingredients, luckily.

You grab the apron that was probably too old for its own good and protect your hair and start making the cake, it was therapeutic. In a large bowl, you pour the condensed milk, whisk in butter and the vanilla extract, over the bowl, sift four and the baking powder over the condenser milk mixture. After that, you grab the rice cooker, grease the interior with butter and pour in the batter, spreading it evenly in the rice cooker, you decide to top with some chocolate chips, put the cover on and cook for 20 minutes. After waiting, you pick a toothpick and poke the cake, it comes out clean so it means it is ready! You place a plate on top of the rice cooker pot and carefully invert. The scent of vanilla and condensed milk infested the kitchen. It was so good, you were proud of yourself, it looked delicious!

Your father walks in the kitchen, "What are you doing?" He asks, frowning slightly before he sees the cake, "Oooh, it looks good. Gimme a slice." He picks a knife and goes to cut the cake but oh no, your father didn't have the reputation of being the best cake cutter.

"Waaaaait!" You shouts, trying to stop him but your father was a man on a mission. He cuts a huge part out of the cake and walks away, you can practically see the evil smile on his face as he goes to his room, leaving you with less than a half of the cake... Goddamnit.

You sigh and decide to take a photo of the... Half cake you have, you grab your phone and try to get the best angle of it but yeah, a cake cut in half wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing thing ever.

Eating a slice of the cake while watching something was a pleasing experience at least, watching some old humoristic sitcom your father had on DVD since the 90s that he refused to get rid of was nice at best. You hear a notification coming from your phone and check it... It was König!

'Hallo, are you free tonight? I would be pleased to have dinner with you.'

You found it amusing how he always wrote it grammatically correctly, you could've never, sometimes you just forget how to write some words.

'Yeah, I'm free! Where do u wanna meet?'

'Meet me at the park, I am going to take you to the restaurant from there, at 7pm. Don't be late.'

You smile, he was always so assertive and direct sometimes, it was nice though, at least he wasn't confused about what he wanted and treated you well.

You start getting ready at 5pm, showering, doing your makeup, choosing the best clothing, fixing your hair, airdrying it and, oh god it's already 6:56pm! You run out of the house, forgetting to bring your lip oil.

You go to the park and look around for König, it was 7:04pm. You feel a cold hand on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder...

"Oh, hi Kö! How are you?" It was König! He didn't seem mad at you, good. He smiles and gives you a little pat on the head.

"I'm fine. Let's go to my car." Simple as ever. He takes your hand and leads you to the car, opening the car door for you. You two make small talk in the car on the way to the restaurant. He was wearing some nice clothes, a white button shirt that was rolled up to his elbow, black tailored pants with a belt and black shoes. It was minimalistic and he looked good on it. You could see some scars on his arms, that was interesting, maybe he wasn't always an artist.

The restaurant was nice, had a warm atmosphere and some relaxing jazz music playing. You order some alfredo pasta and chicken with some orange juice, he orders steak with onion, rice, salad, some rustic potatoes and... You lost track of the list after that, he was a bottomless pit. Oh, he ordered some apple juice for himself too.

"So, what do you like to do in your free time? When you're not doing paintings and such." You were the one to start the conversation, noticing that Konig was more of the quiet type and that, depending on him, the date would be mostly silence and eating.

"I enjoy... Uh... I enjoy television shows, I watch it when I'm... I'm not doing art..." He stuttered, not looking at you directly, you noticed that he was very nervous, his hands shaking, it was very different from the man you met before. Maybe you were starting to get under his shell.

Your soft smiles didn't help much. His mind was going a mile a second, his hand shaking and his body couldn't relax, he felt like everyone was staring at him, why wouldn't they? He's on a date with a cute girl while he looks like this giant freak, you probably don't even like him, you're just with him because you pity him youcangetsometingbetterthanhimyou—

"König?" Your soft voice slaps him out of his trance, his eyes focusing on your worried expression, "Are you okay? You seem... I don't know—" "I'm fine." He cuts you off, his hands still fidgeting underneath the table.

You were a bit confused and even a little shocked. He was so serious, confident before and now he's shaking like a wet cat. Well, he's trying to hide it but it's obvious, someone his size can't hide. You decide it's best to let him relax, stay silent for a while, let him recompose.

Well... His brain was going miles an hour, waiting for YOU to say something, to talk about something YOU like, maybe you could even forget he's there and just ramble away his anxiety... But that doesn't happen. He's waiting for you to talk and you're waiting for him to speak. Both so awkward, his anxious behavior getting into you, where you are scaring him? Why? What have you done? Did you do something that made him uncomfortable? Doeshenotlikeyouanymore-

Then, the waiter arrives after what felt not even a second, you swear you had just ordered not even 10 minutes ago. The waiter places your order in front of him and two of König's extensive list of food, the potatoes and the beef. The orange juice being placed in the middle for the both of you.

He awkwardly starts cutting his beef, the cutlery was so small in his hands that it made a task as simple as cutting a steak difficult. You eat your pasta, staring at nowhere as your mind is non stop thinking that you did something wrong. You both reached for the orange juice glass, his fingers touching yours before he flinched his hand away, just reassuring that he was scared of you on your worried brain.

The rest of the date was... Not cozy, just two looked like two pathetic wet cats that didn't know where their mama went and was scared of the world. He pays for everything, even if you insisted that you had money. You two step out of the restaurant, some significant distance from each other, and just... Staying there, waiting for the one another to say something.

"Look-" "I'm sorry-" You two speak up at the same time, eyes meeting in an anxious atmosphere, silence remains for a few seconds. "Hear-" "I apologize-" Interrupting one another again, the atmosphere getting tenser and tenser, you both take a deep breath, taking a step closer to each other. He let you talk first.

"I'm sorry, I'm not aware of what I did but I apologize for making you uncomfortable." You speak up, playing with the hem of your clothes as you try to sound not nervous.

He frowns slightly before sighing and nodding, "I'm the problem. You're not the problem, I've always been this... Social awkward, since I was a teenager. It's not your fault." He reassures, taking a step closer... Closer... Closer until he's right in front of you. He looks at you... "It's going to snow, you should go home." Before he lifts your chin and gives you a forehead kiss...

Then he turns around and walks away, you don't know that but he's panicking inside, his hands shaking and his heart beating like a drum, his face red as a tomato... That man saw you naked and is flustered because he gave you a forehead kiss! Men...

Well, you were blushing too, your mouth opened slightly in shock... The snow starts to fall, the cold feeling makes you feel even hotter inside, it has just started. You didn't know what to do so you do the same as him, you turn around and walk home... No, you can't do that. You stop in your tracks, turn back and start running towards him.

"König!" You shouts, making him stop and turn to see you. You don't know what you're doing and why but you feel like you need to do this. You reach him, panting, you weren't used to exercising. "I'm- I'm-" "You don't need to be sorry, it's okay." He cuts you off.

"No, that's not it, I-i... I-" You look up at him and you just... Can't finish your phrase, he's so handsome your heart beats and your brain stops.

He smiles softly and ruffles your already messy hair, "You shouldn't stay outside, you're gonna catch a cold... Wanna go to my place?" He speaks up, and honestly, he's being too damn bold, his heart feels like it's gonna explode out of his chest, he's trying to keep this cool guy persona but... That's not him.

You definitely didn't want to freeze outside so... "Y-yeah, sure." You nod. He takes your hand and starts walking to his car. This all feels too... Unbelievable... Damn, you're going to a guy's house after the first date? What are you? You silently judge yourself but König isn't like other guys... You hope.

The car ride back to his place was silent, some random song in German playing on the radio. His car was fine, definitely not the best or the most expensive but also not the cheapest, it was a nice car that had the necessary to live. When arriving at his place, the snow was already filling the streets with its soft whiteness, he opens the door and gets inside after you. The place was... Nice? It was a bit messy but it was comfortable.

"Make yourself at home. The TV has a little sound problem but nothing that will bother you, I'm going to take a shower, there's a few snacks in the drawers in the kitchen if you feel hungry." He welcomes you, giving you a faint smile before going to his bedroom.

You look around... Should you explore? Yeah, why not? As soon as the shower starts, you begin to wander around the house. The drawers were filled with snacks and the fridge with water, milk and egg... Nothing else. How did this man lived? Whatever. You go to the living room and turns on the TV, putting on your favorite show, yeah, the sound definitely has a problem but your ears would probably get used to it, it was some sort of faint static it could be heard on the background but whatever. As you wander through the house, the drawer closes to the door catches your eye, you open it and... A pistol and a dog tag. Your eyes widen slightly but then you frown, you take the dog tag and before you can read anything in it, a hand rips the dog tag from yours, your heart falls, your face going pale.

You gulped and looked at König, his face was dark, his eyes filled with disappointment, your eyes immediately went back to the drawer, not wanting to look at him, your hands shaking. He sighs and throws the dog tag back in the drawer and closes it. "Forgot to lock it."

You two stay silent for a while, before you murmur an "Sorry." Nervously. He shakes his head, "Don't be. It's okay to be curious... Just don't do it again." His voice was deep and dark, like if he was giving an order...

"... I'm gonna order some pizza. We can watch a movie, c'mon." He tries to sound more excited as he pulls you by the waist, leading you to the couch. You were still shocked, but trying to relax as you do breathing exercises. He tried to make small talk but you were still thinking about the pistol and the dog tag...

The pizza arrives not long after, he picks it up and goes back to the couch, placing the pizza on top of the living room mini table and putting on some movie on Netflix.

The silence was uncomfortable, the pizza munching sounds not helping. After half an hour, he pauses the movie and looks at you. "I have to explain something to you." He says in a serious tone. You look back at him and gulps, nodding.

He takes a deep breath, "I used to be a soldier, a lieutenant. I was in the army from 17 to 29, almost 30. I retired earlier because of my mental health, it was killing me from the inside." He puts his hand on his chest, "I had no choice. I've done a lot of things that shouldn't have been done and I regret it with my heart."

"You're... A war criminal...?" You ask, the tone quiet and uncertain. He shakes his head, "No... No, not that I'm aware at least." He chuckles nervously, looking away, "I've... Killed a lot of men. My hands are filled with blood... But I've never wanted it, I never wanted to be a soldier, to kill people. I've always loved art, and I'm doing what I want, what I love now and I can't escape my past, it doesn't matter where I go. My soldier self is part of me, I can't get away from it." He vents, his tone getting sadder and more self aware.

You nod, taking a breath and sighing, "I don't know how it feels, how it is to have such a hard backstory... Are you in therapy at least?" You ask and he nods, "I take meds.. I don't want to talk about it."

Nodding, you sigh, "I understand... I'm sorry for sneaking in your things, I shouldn't have done that." You clench your fists and look at your lap, feeling trapped, disappointed at yourself... Until, he takes your chin and lifts your face to look at him. "It's okay." He says, softer, making your heart beat faster. He gets closer... Closer... Closer, until your lips touch his. You immediately kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiles on the kiss and takes you closer by your waist until your legs are on his lap. The kiss is soft, like a make-up kiss, warm.

You were the one to break the kiss, your eyes meeting his... And he panics, "Oh verdammt— es tut mir leid— I'm sorry, you're just so pretty and I'm so awkward, I'm-" He freaks out, immediately taking his hands out of your waist. You smile and giggle.

"It's okay, I liked it." You take him by the cheek, making him look at you. "You- you did?" He asks, not believing you. You nod and smile, "Yeah." "Y-yeah?" "Hell yeah!" You giggles and kisses him, you taking the lead now. This one was much more playful than intense as the last one, you break the kiss a few times because you were giggling and he starts giggling too. He pulls you closer as he lays down on the couch, you getting on top of him. You two start laughing, apparently for no reason at all.

After relaxing, you two just cuddled, he was warm and you even warmer due to your weight. It was comfortable and the closeness was making the heart of the both of you relax. Him giving you forehead kisses from time to time. "Hey... You wanna sleep here?" He asks and you nod, "Sure, why not."

The night falls and you were used to showering before sleeping and you definitely needed one... But you had no clothes to wear! He was okay with sharing the bed with you and you didn't want to smell bad. So you asked for some of his clothes, he at first laughed but then gave you a shirt and some boxers.

For some reason, the water of his shower was freezing cold and had no heating option, so poor you. His shirt was bigger than your, that was rare, that never happened with your exes, it was nice to now have someone that was bigger than you, it makes your heart warm... and the boxers a bit loose but fitted better than the shirt, you put your hair on a bun with a satin scrunchie and go to lay with him. The heater was on so that was nice. "Goodnight." You tell him before he turns off the lights and lays next to him.

..."Can we cuddle? You're warm and I like your weight on top of me..." He asks a bit shyly, your heart beating faster. You look at him and nod, snuggling closer to him, he pulls you closer, getting you slightly on top of him. "Goodnight." "Night..." And you both fall asleep.

When you woke up he was already up. You stretch and yawn, going to the kitchen after fixing your hair (or trying) and he was already there, eating his breakfast. His eyes light up as he sees you, "Morning. I made breakfast! Eat!" He says, sounding excited. You smile and join him, it wasn't the best but it was good enough.

You two spend the afternoon together, watching movies, chatting, playing in the snow. At night, you were ready to go home. He drives you to your place, and in the door, he kisses you goodbye.

You get in the house, very happily, smiling widely and your father notices, he smirks. "Just a friend, uh?" He teases and you chuckle. "Boyfriend now, dad." You correct him playfully and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew it.”

Sorry, this took too long!! I was in a creativity block and didn't know what to do but i hope this is fun to read!!! Love yall, stay safe, xoxo from Kel. Feel free to send me asks!

oh my god.

“oh i’m a feminist. i wanna put a woman on top. and on the back, on her knees”

When you write the animal things do imagine actual animals or hybrids

Hybrids!!! I would NEVER write bestiality or anything with animals; is gross

I like to think the hybrids have animals ears, tails (and horns if they do have it) and a fluffier hair/more body hair. As for physical appearance i like to imagine, for example, cow hybrids are chubbier and tall with curlier/wavy hair. As for cowhybrid!reader, I had in mind the mini highland cows bc they're so adorable look at 'em; but since cowhybrid!reader is a self insert of whoever is reading i prefer to not clarify weight but just that they're shorter than the rest of the cows bc...well, mini highland cow are MINI (the second photo is a mini highland cow compared to a normal sized cow)

Precious Flower

Vladimir Makarov x Inexperienced!Virgin!Reader

cw: housewife kink, breeding kink, makarov is an asshole and a softie at the same time, kinda toxic relationship, forced marriage, p in v, misogynistic makarov if you squint, he's mean :(, rough sex, virgin inexperienced reader, unprotected sex

Makarov had everything he wanted — power, strength, money and loyal soldiers but there was one thing he wanted the most —, a wife.

He grew up in a very unstable household, his father used to yell at his mother for everything and his mother would yell back, they were both abusive to each other, he still remembers the day his mother threatened to poison his father, she was the one that cooked after all and how his father yelled names at her.

He didn't wanted that... Well, he doesn't want a woman that stands for herself, that's it. So he got you — an young inexperienced thing from a poor family that had more mouths than they could feed and wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible for some good money —, he knew it was illegal but he doesn't care, he's a terrorist after all.

You were such a shy, scared thing and Makarov didn't quite helped. While exploring his house (that apparently was your house too now), you accidentally found a secret room at the basement, full of guns, knives and gear and when he found you there, he basically dragged you upstairs and told you not to go there again.

Makarov just wanted three things when he gets back home — food, shower and some pussy — You always prepare his favorite meal each time he came back. Filled the bathtub with warm water and soap. But the last one you were always reluctant so the far it went was some blowjob. But today, he was determined to finally get inside of you, he was your husband after all, he deserves it.

After a long deployment, he gets home at night, approximately 8pm, he was tired, hungry, stinky and horny. "дорогой, where are you?" He calls out when he steps inside the house. "Here!" You shout back and he follows your voice, finding you cooking.

He, still in gear and dirty, hugs you from behind, pressing his cock against you, you can feel it, of course you can. "Mhm... What are you preparing?" He whispers in your ear. "It's your favorite, I can't remember that name..." You answer, getting tense as you feel him basically humping against you. It's not his fault, he gets so aroused just watching you doing domestic stuff, he's a bastard.

"I'm not hungry for food." He says in a dark and lustful tone before forcefully turning off the stove and picking you up, making you scream in surprise. "Vlad-" "Just shut up." He cuts you off, going upstairs, carrying you as if you weighted nothing.

He throws you in the bed and starts taking off his gear in a hurry, you just... Watch, he was so desperate it was quite amusing, you never knew you could have this power on a man. Soon, he was just in his boxers, he was muscular, full or tattoos on his upper body and a stab wound on one of his shoulders. "See? This is the body of a man."

"uh, i-i-" "Don't stutter, my woman speaks what's in her mind." He cuts you off again, he was always like this 'my woman dresses nicely' 'my woman is always clean and showered' 'my woman always cooks for me' 'my woman sucks my cock when i ask her to' 'my woman let me grope her without complaining' 'my woman obeys'

You gulps, "I... I'm not sure if im ready, Vlad." Nervous, you look away from him. He just... Stares at you, "I'll make you be." He gets in bed and helps you take off your dress, your body so soft compared to him, no battle scar, no scary tattoo, no wound scar, so warm and safe.

He kisses you, it was desperate and wet, you were inexperienced so— "You're a bad kisser." You just nod, embarrassed. He smirks, enjoying how embarrassed you were getting and then he goes down on your body, starting by kissing your neck and marking you, with his teeth and scent, eliciting soft moans from you.

He doesn't waste time with your breasts, he just goes straight to between your legs. He practically rips off your panties, making you flinch by how aggressive he was getting. "Don't be scared, it'll just hurt more if you get scared." He starts playing with your little bundle of nerves, enjoying the reactions he was getting out of you.

"Hm... You're so wet, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" He teases and you nod, he frowns and slaps your pussy, "Speak." "Y-yes, i-" another slap, "Don't stutter." "Yes!" Another one, "Louder!" "YES!" "That's it." He smirks seeing the tears forming in your eyes, it hurt so good, so pleasurably painful.

He goes around the entrance of your pussy with his finger before inserting one, "Mhm... Are you a virgin?" He asks and you nod, "What a pity, I'm not going easy on you." He warns and inserts another finger, you were so wet it was basically sliding in and out. He was so good with his fingers, applying enough pleasure on your clit and the right amount of speed to make you see stars.

Your back arch, it didn't took long for you to orgasm, you've already played with yourself before but it was nothing compared to this. He was starting to get impatient, he takes your fingers out of inside of you and forces his fingers inside your lips, making you suck them clean.

Makarov grabs your legs and puts them in his shoulders, releasing his leaking cock from the prison that was his boxers. He wasn't that long length wise but was thick, you knew that stretch was gonna hurt. He puts the tip in, making a wave go through your body, "W-wait-" he looks at you. "What's wrong?" He frowns, "I'm-" "It hurts?" "N-no, it's that-" "Then shut up." He makes you gulp, nodding.

He inserts the rest of his cock, it wasn't long but it reached just the right places, "Черт... Ты такой узкий." (Shit, you're so tight...) He moans, your walls sucking him in. Tears roll down your eyes, it did hurt, you hug him, scratching his back as a way to relieve the pain, he seems to like that as he let out a moan.

He starts moving slowly but it didn't took long for him to get faster and harder, he was so lost in the sensation of your warm, wet insides squeezing him, his hips moving like his life depends on it. "Блядь, блять... о боже... Сними это дерьмо, я хочу увидеть твои сиськи." (Shit, shit... Oh god... Take off that shit, I want to see your tits.) He then rips off your bra and starts going faster, enjoying seeing your breasts moving as he thrust in you.

He plays with your nipple, pinching them and squeezing your boobs. You were seeing stars, it was your first time, yes it hurts, but it was so good. You cum with a loud moan and he cums not so long after, finishing inside of you. "Ты будешь выглядеть такой красивой беременной." (You'll look so beautiful pregnant.)

You two were breathless, sweaty, he falls next to you, breathing heavy. You lay next to him on your side, feeling his seed leak out of you. After a few minutes, he gets up and picks you up, going to the bathroom. You had prepared a bathtub for him for when he get back, good move.

He puts you inside and then get in, hugging you from behind. "Was i too harsh?" "No..." You answer, sleepy. He rests his head against yours, smelling your shampoo, he loved your scent, so different from yours, he smelled like cigarettes, mud, sweat and you like... Home, cozy, floral and sweet. "Did it hurt?" "A little bit..." He frowns a bit, "Tell me if it hurts, I don't want to harm you." You nod, closing your eyes, "I will..."

He cleans the both of you, soaping your body with care and covering you with a warm towel. He doesn't bother to dress the two of you, so you and him sleep naked, so close to each other, he holds you like if he let you go, you'll disappear.

Maybe he has everything he always wanted now.

(part of the Wife at First Sight series)

In Ghost’s eyes, the first time you smiled up at him was the moment you became his and his alone.

So what if everyone apart from you knew it?

Didn’t make it any less of a fact, as far as he was concerned.

Still though, he wanted to learn more about just who his pretty little wife was, including anything that might make letting you know about your marriage a little easier. And so like the good soldier he is, he goes about it as though it were a reconnaissance mission.

He asks you how you take your coffees and teas, holding his breath as he watches you take the first sip of whichever drink he’s made you that day, pride swelling in his chest when you tell him it’s perfect, even better than when you make it.

The first time he’d done so, your eyes widened in surprise when he put his large, gloved hands over yours where they were wrapped around the mug, leaning forward and bringing the rim to his lips where he took a sip for himself, eyes locked with yours. You were unsure of what to think or say, but he apparently decided for you that this was okay, returning the warm drink to your mouth where he encouraged you to take another sip.

You figured that it was alright, he did make the tea for you after all, right?

You even laughed when he started only serving you in a mug with ‘Mrs.’ printed across the side, certain that it hadn’t been in any of the common room’s cupboards before.

He eyes the book peeking out of your bag one morning as you tuck it away, purchasing his own copy the very same day, curious to know what you like reading. You’re pleasantly surprised, if not a tad confused, when you find the next two books in the trilogy sat atop your desk soon after, a small note written in chicken scratch lain on top reads ‘To : Wife’. He’ll make a point of commenting on the novel if he sees you holding it, slipping in tid bits of information to impress you show he’s read it as well, likes the same things you like.

He’ll joke about how the food on the dining hall is always subpar, trying to casually find out what you like eating, subtly pulling out his phone and typing anything new into his notes app where he’s been keeping track of all your likes and dislikes. He just wants to get things right with you, be good for you, prove he can be the husband you need. You’re already perfect in his eyes, his sweet little soulmate who just doesn’t know it yet.

Though this was the first military base you’d ever worked on, you couldn’t recall anyone having ever warned you about the way Lieutenants apparently like to haze the new hires, never mind the fact that everyone else was apparently in on it.

No one bats an eye when you go to take the empty seat next to him in a briefing, and he wraps his strong arms around you to instead plop you down onto his muscular thighs, carrying on with the task at hand as though this is perfectly normal and professional. Even the Captain hardly glances at the interaction, so you figure it’s okay, some strange form of team bonding?

Not a soul comments on the way the Lieutenant insists on being the one to cut up your food and feed you bites during meals in the dining hall, pretending as though they don’t hear him telling you about how “my wife works hard enough, don’t need to be liftin’ a finger wit’ me around, love.”

They know to move out of the way if you’re approaching a closed door, knowing if the Lieutenant is anywhere near, he’ll be rushing to open the door for you before you can even attempt to do it yourself.

Even Soap has stopped complaining aloud and only rolls his eyes when Ghost drops anything and everything he’s doing- whether it’s spotting the Sergeant in the gym, being out on a morning run, hell even being in the middle of a shower- to send you a good morning text at six o clock on the dot. Every. Single. Morning.

No, you never exactly anticipated this sort of a running gag from a hardened military base, but you’re not exactly complaining either.

Not when you find your heart fluttering every time your fake work husband dotes on you like he really would marry you at the drop of a hat.

Besides, it’s all just playful, innocent fun, right?

Especially when everyone begins to apparently forget your name and instead refers to you only as Mrs Riley.

And when the Captain tells you that your requested time off for a honeymoon has been approved, something which you definitely don’t remember requesting, well that’s all just fun too, right?

This might be a wild one.

But hear me out okay.

Simon has his hand somewhere intimate at all times whenever it’s the two of you together.

NOW okay stay with me…

At first, it was somewhat innocent. You’d both be watching a movie on the sofa, he’d deliberately have you lie across him just so his hand can rest on your ass. Casual couple things y’know.

But as your relationship progresses and he’s very used to being able to touch his pretty girl whenever possible…he tends to stray to more intimate places.

There would be one time, you’d be standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner for him on the rare occasion he gets to have a home cooked meal for once. And he’d stand behind you, humming some dumb song that’s been stuck in his head for days. But his hands will be on your tits.

Now, there’s nothing sexual about it really. He just likes holding them. Likes touching you. He’d probably give the occasional squish now and again because let’s face it he’s a man and they’d all do it.

But the only time his need to be touching you would turn sexual, is by complete accident.

(Hear me the fuck out okay?)

So you’d both be lying in bed, you’d be scrolling through your phone as he’s reading beside you (he reads, it’s obvious).

But his hand, would be down whatever pants or shorts you’re wearing for bed, underneath your underwear if you are wearing any at the time…and his hand would simply be resting on your cunt.

Like I said, it wouldn’t be sexual at first and it was an accident this time around.

Because this man can’t sit still at home, it’s too quiet…too calm…he needs something to do.

So what does he do? Play with your cunt.

The pad of his middle finger would idly rub up and down over your clit, not even trying to put any effort in all whilst he focuses on reading. Even if you’re there slightly squirming from the pleasure that the rhythmic motion of his finger creates, he wouldn’t really notice straight away.

He’d circle it a few times, all the while you’re trying to keep quiet as to not disturb him. Having to hold in every moan or soft sound your body aches to let out.

And for the most part, he seems completely focused. Even when his finger would slide down and gather every drop leaking out of you and bring it back to your clit just for more stimulation.

It’s only when you’re close to cumming from the lazy but constant stimulation that he’ll lean down slightly just to whisper in your ear.

“C’mon…give it to me love…please…”

He knows.

He always knows.

König was still getting used to office work; this wasn't his way of working. He would rather smack the shit out of someone instead of being sat in a desk for the whole day and dealing with paperwork.

Wearing a tie and suit wasn't his thing; he kind of missed the weight of the gear on his body and the uniform that was all sweaty and dirty by the end of the day.

But you, you make it less miserable. You were the one to make sure he was ready to go, his sweet wife that makes his life worth living and that he loves with all his heart.

You always enjoyed tying his tie before he went to work, and he always enjoyed watching you. It was so adorable seeing his sweet wife so focused, with your tongue peeking out of your lips and your brow furrowed (the way you tie isn't the greatest, but he won't tell you that; he loves you too much). And then giving him a little kiss before he goes to work.

Last night, he arrived late, and when he got home, you were already sleeping and dinner was cold. He had to heat it up in the microwave and eat without you, had to wash the dishes without you, had to shower without you, and just then, he could cuddle your warm, soft body. He wanted more; he was needier that night, but, maybe you had a bad day, were tired or something, he didn't want to wake you up, having to take care of himself alone in the bathroom. He never imagined he would ever do anything like that again after getting married, but, oh well, he doesn't want to bother his sweet wife, who was always so caring and loving.

In the morning, everything went as usual; you cooked him breakfast while he showered. Of course, he called you to help him with his tie, the innocent sweet thing you always did before saying goodbye. But he was restless, his leg shaking, breathing a little too heavily, and the hands on your waist a bit too tight.

Fuck it, you looked too irresistible helping him like that, looking too cute tying your husband's tie, tongue peeking out, eyebrows furrowed, hands slightly touching his chest.

All of a sudden, he picks you up and throws you in the bed, the bulge in his pants now looking a lot more obvious...

Let's just say you had to help him with his clothes again and that he was late to work.

Simon Riley who never gets mad at his wife. No matter how angry he is. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon was practically fuming. First he'd been ordered by Price to train a group of new recruits, then, the young recruits decided to be a colossal pain in the ass, and to top it off, he'd missed his lunch break where he would normally have some respite by calling you.

So now, he was shouting at the recruits. More than usual. The recruits all looked dead on their feet. But Simon didn't care, they decided to be annoying little pricks. They needed discipline or they'd never make it in the military.

"For fucks sake, you mongrel! Run ten laps!" Simon roared at a recruit, the others looking nervous. Not wanting to be the next one to face Simon.

"Uh, sir?" One of the recruits squeak.

"What?!" Simon roared, the recruit pointing behind Simon.

Simon turned with a low growl, clearly not in the mood for anymore antics, only for him to look down and see you. His wife, in a pretty little sundress and holding a Tupperware container full of something. It didn't matter what was inside, his stomach was growling at the thought of your cooking.

"Swee'heart" Simon sighed in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing and his arms wrapping around your waist. He relished in the squeak that came from you as he lifted you up and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"You alright, big guy?" you giggle. Simon grumbling in agreement. Making you laugh again.

Simon set you down, barking at the recruits to find Price and that he'll be taking over the training, before walking behind you with his hands on your waist to guide you to his office.

"Si, if you're busy I can go" you offer, and Simon can barely handle how fucking sweet you are to him.

Simon shook his head, taking off his balaclava and sitting in his office chair. Pulling you to sit on his lap.

"Made you some cottage pie" you grin, opening the container in your hands and handing it to Simon. God it was still warm. "I thought you were gonna yell at me with how mad you were at the recruits"

"Would never yell at you, princess" Simon said, rubbing your hips as you fed him a forkful of the cottage pie. He groaned at the taste, making you giggle.

"good?"

"so fucking good, lovie. Needed your cooking after how shit today has been" Simon smiled, bringing your left hand to his lips and kissing your wedding ring gently.

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btw guys I pulled white lily cookie and dark cacao cookie while writing this :p