Everyone Adores Girldad!Simon But What About Boydad!Simon?

「 Sergeant John "Soap" Mactavish ❤︎」

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ꕤ Gentle Johnny ꕤ "Jonathon"

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König is addicted to kissing your cervix

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

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

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

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

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

"Relax, Schatz."

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

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

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

"Please... Please König—"

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

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

"Köni— König! Ah—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Feeling okay, schatz?"

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

"I'll try, mein liebchen."

(spoiler: he doesn't)

thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭

Counting the freckles on König's face as you two lay on the couch after an exhausting day

pairing: könig x gn!reader

König's face was a privilege only a select few people have ever seen in his life — barely enough people to count on one hand.

Even amongst those select few, they didn’t see his face on a daily occasion. He keeps his identity locked behind his sniper hood, leaving only his heavy gaze as a small window to his soul; everyone except his schatz.

during the long deployments where he was left with only a polarid of you tucked away in a pocket next to his heart he'd stare at it every night, his heart tugging wondering if you were safe — if he'll make it back to feel your touch on his scarred body.

When he returns he immediately tugs off all his clothes, haggard hands tugging at your own so he could feel you as close as possible; to feel you intimately without the restriction of cloth or anything else, just limbs tangled together in a loving embrace.

You lay on top of König, his large physique dwarfing you in comparison as your hands interlocked with his and lips lazily brushing against each others lips as you laid comfortably under the fluffy blanket.

His mask was tossed into a random cupboard, clothes strewn off into a corner of the room and his eyes half lidded as he looked at your gorgeous figure under the mellow sunlight. Seeing you bask like an angel under the warm light of the evening.

You broke away from the tender kiss, eyes glancing across his chiseled cheeks and noting the faint freckles on his face.

"You have freckles." You spoke softly, not wanting to break the silent peace in the room.

"Ja, they're more visible in the summer." Konig replies back, his cheeks tinting red seeing the star-struck look on your face — like the simple dots on his face had carved their way into your heart.

"They're pretty." You'd hum, your lips gently grazing against his cheek and pressing a soft kiss against each one. König let you pepper kisses all over his face, letting himself be a canvas for your kisses as he floated away somewhere soft and away from the war-torn and violent world he was brought up in.

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

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

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

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

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

Until he messed up. Big time.

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

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

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

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

"The missus is angry with me."

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

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

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

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

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

Your favorite ice cream, nonetheless.

"Luv—"

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

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

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

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

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everyone adores girldad!Simon but what about boydad!Simon?

[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader cw: pregnancy 

When he bit into the cupcake and saw the light blue butter-cream inside, your muscles tensed as you waited for his reaction... and you almost let out a startled gasp when you saw he had broken down into tears.

He fell onto his knees and wrapped his burly arms around your swollen figure, treasuring your beautiful body that was carrying his son. His stream of tears ruined your sundress but it was hard to care about that in the moment — your ex-military husband that never cried in front of you was now full blown sobbing on his knees while hugging you and breathlessly thanking you for giving him a son between his sniffles.

Simon's hand never strayed from your bump, constantly gliding his hand under your shirt and a fond smile curved onto his face as he felt his baby, his son, kick at his palm.

"he sure is energetic, isn't he love? Should get him started on rugby once he pops out."

He spent months making sure the nursery would be perfect for the little one. He built the cot, rocking chair, installed the shelves — everything. Anytime you tried to lend a helping hand he'd grumble and immediately pick you up bridal style and carry you back to bed, tucking you under the comforter and then pressing a firm kiss on your temple while muttering in a gruff tone, "stay in bed, lovie."

But all that anticipation and excitement couldn't compare to when he actually got to hold his son in the hospital. Your baby looked comically small in Simon's well built arms, but also so perfect cradled in his father's arms and a baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. That was the 2nd time you'd ever seen Simon cry.

"Hey bud, I'm your old man." Simon whispered to the small infant, tears flowing down the curves of his face as he looked down at his precious son. His son.

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boydad!simon once his son is big enough to start walking on his own

boydad!Simon - one - two

cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

Once your little man learned to walk on his own, there wasn't a moment in the day when he wasn't trailing behind Simon, giggling as his pudgy feet pattered against the wood floor. You'd snort each time you saw Simon abruptly stop, your little boy bumping straight into Simon's calf and his sweet giggles still echoing in the house as he fell down onto the floor.

Simon loved cradling his son, but he loved even more letting his son wrap his tiny hand around his finger and "drag" him to where ever he wanted to go. To the kitchen? Sure bud. To the bathroom? Of course. To mommy? Following right behind him.

It was a laughable sight, especially at stores where your giant brute of a husband was getting dragged by a little boy who barely even reached his knees.

You'd push the trolley behind the two of them, a smile permanently on your face as you'd hear your little one babble in their baby language and Simon nodding in agreement. It swelled your heart with pride every time someone would pass by, a smile forming on their face seeing the adorable interaction between a father and son. You made him a daddy and god was he damn good at it.

Simon hums Pretty Little Baby by Connie Francis as he cradles his son.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

Music wasn't something simon indulged in often. The closest he had gotten was the jazz background music that would be muffled in the pubs he frequented, but even then he rarely paid attention to it; His mind occupied with nursing the drink he would be having that night.

But then he met you.

His sweet, musically inclined, bird that always had some sort of soft music playing as you idly worked, or had your headphones on while mindlessly scrolling on your phone and humming to whatever song you were listening to.

It made silence unnerving and he soon began seeking songs to fill the void of emptiness left from lack of noise.

At base his finger would tap the rhythm to the song you were currently obsessed with that week, and in the solitude of his office he'd hum a tune from one of your songs. His gruff tone was nothing like the original quality of the song, but he did it regardless — maybe to mimic and feel closer to you.

As the years went by, Simon's knees were getting weaker and his body wasn't moving like it used to anymore. Begrudgingly, he retired from the force. Still kept in contact with them, but he wanted to begin a new chapter in his life — a chapter with you at the center, belly swollen and cradling a new life made from your shared union.

Simon's burly arms built for guns and violence now held your little one, thick arms made from war now made to cradle your baby. He swayed with the hushed hum of music, his voice mellow to not alert his sleeping son.

The early rays of the morning sunlight filtered through the nursery, his little boy squirming in his arms and wriggling at the sunlight.

"It's alright honey— I know, I know, you ain't an early bird either are 'ya? Just like 'ya mum." Simon whispered, his gruff voice filling the cozy little nursery, gently bouncing his squirming son.

He chuckled seeing his hands in tight fists, as if trying to fight the rays of sunlight, fussy and squirmy.  "Pretty little baby," Simon started, his voice sultry and smooth, still under the effects of sleep.

"You can ask the flowers, I sit for hours."

"Tellin' all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds."

"Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you."

Simon's lips curved into a smile seeing his baby boy fast asleep in his arms, his little chest slowly moving up and down, lulled by the voice of his daddy.

10 years ago Simon never thought he'd be here, cradling a little baby in his arms, and an adoring partner tucked under the covers of their shared bed, but here he was; the happiest man on earth.

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könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.

pairing: könig x gn!reader cw: social anxiety

You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.

König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.

On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?

It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.

Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.

It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.

"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.

You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.

"König—"

"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.

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

cw: könig x afab!reader

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

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

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

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

"Period?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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