Need.

need.

pregnant!assistant reader who suddenly finds her boss and his team moving into her home, Price immediately upping the security system and locks around the house

Simon starts on the nursery, letting you sit in the nice big rocking chair you picked out, bossing him around on how you want the walls painted

Kyle and Johnny start working on baby proofing until your house is the safest place a baby could be, and you still had 7 months till they were here

Kyle would be the most willing to go out to the shops when late night cravings hit, it also makes him your favorite for the next 24 hours because “he was sweet enough to go get my pickles!”

“pretty you have two other jars-“

“i wanted SPICY pickles John!”

however these men are total messes when it comes to the hormones, the first time you burst into tears, crying about “simon raising his voice at you”, all he had done was scold you for trying to use the stepladder

creams. UHM I MEAN-

Simon 'Ghost' Riley Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

MORE MORE MORE U HAVE EATEN BABYYYY @ghostsangel

roommate!simon riley when your vibrator dies before you can finish, and he offers to relieve that tension

your feverish body splayed across the bed, covers thrown into a heaved pile surrounding you as a thin layer of sweat coats your skin and dampens the sheets under you. pathetic gasps of desperacy slip past your lips despite the thin walls as you pressed the vibrator against your sensitive clit.

you could feel the buildup in the bottom of your tummy, the heat of release that pooled slowly rising and threatening to spill over. your legs bucked, your whole body trembling in desperation as your other hand squeezed your breast. strings of muttered pleases escaping your pouty lips.

it was right there, you were about to wash over—to drown in the sweet snap of that taut knot in your body. you pressed the tiny, bullet vibrator harder against your abused clit, hoping it would give you the release you so desperately chased after.

until it died. it wasn't a gradual slow down to let you know it was on its last moments—it just stopped.

you whined in frustration, feeling the orgasm about to wash over you all too quickly drain—after it had taken you all this time to build it up.

you were panting, body still trembling as another groan escaped your throat. you tossed the vibrator carelessly across the room, hearing it thud against the wall as your hands came up to cover your flushed face.

in the next room over, simon had heard the little whines and gasps you had let slip by, smirking whenever his name would reach his ears. he had heard you for months—the walls were thin—but he had never decided to act on anything.

it wasn't like he wasn't into you—because he was and he was in his room, fucking his heavy cock in his right hand pretending it was yours. it never worked—his hands were far too roughed and calloused compared to your soft, delicate skin.

but he never had the opportunity to approach you about it—until now.

when he heard that noise of frustration fall from your lips, the light thud against the wall, a knowing smirk teased the corners of his lips.

he pushed himself from, adjusting his sweatpants as he did so before he landed in front of your door.

he knocked—he had some decency after all—but he didn't want long for an answer before pushing his way in. he didn't know what he was going to find—well, he had an idea—but boy, you surprised him.

a choked gasp flew from your lips at the knock, not even getting the chance to at least cover up by the time he was standing in your—now open—doorway.

you had sat up so fast, it was dizzying, but you brushed it off as you tried to tug the covers over your bare body, but it didn't help they were half falling off the bed and slightly heavy.

his gaze traveled appreciatively over you, shamelessly staring at your slick covered thighs and glistening pussy, a damp spot on the sheets below you.

you yelped as you noticed his staring, clamping your legs shut as you attempted again to cover yourself—each tug at the blanket was like a fight for an ounce of dignity. you weren't sure you had any now.

your chest still heaved, body flushed and slightly pink with reddened skin over your left breast. you swallowed thickly, stumbling over your words as you avoided his gaze, "what...do you...you need something?" you finally managed out.

his brow quirked up at your question, humming as he examined—analyzed—your movements. movement made of embarrassment and shame to be caught like this.

"dunno, luv," his voice was dangerously low, and gruff. he cleared his throat, slowly stepping towards the side of the bed, "looks like y'might need sumthin', hm?"

he stalked towards you like a predator, his eyes dark and half-lidded in a way that made shivers run down your spine and your pussy wetter.

he chuckled as you shook your head. he could feel the embarrassment radiating off of you as he stood right beside the bed, the side you didn't occupy.

the bed dipped with the weight of his knee, his body heavy against the springs as he bent over, a hand coming to your bare hip. he watched the goosebumps ripple from the touch of his calloused hand.

his other hand landed on your knee, slowly prying them apart as he hummed lowly in appreciation of the sight of your soaking cunt, glistening under the low light of your room.

his hand slid your knee, down your thighs until he rubbed two fingers down the center of your pussy. the slick collected on his fingers as they glided through the folds with ease because of your arousal.

"hm, you sure about that, luv?" he teased as he heard the pathetic moan that you tried to stifle slip past your chapped lips.

he brought his thumb down against your clit, swirling over the oversensitive bud before pinching it between his fingers. he huffed out a chuckle at the mewl you let out.

he teased your slit, barely dipping his fingers against your walls before pulling them away to slide through your folds while he continued to tease and bully your poor clit.

he watched the way you became a mess under his hand, no doubt getting wetter by his hand than with the vibrator he spotted thrown by the side of the wall. he nearly laughed at the sight of the small thing, his finger practically the size of it.

don't worry, you were better off being taken care of in his hands, by his fingers as he brings you to release by just toying with your clit.

and he'll give you more if you let him.

i came. bestie you fucking ate.

breast massaging with nerd!könig because you know his intentions are pure, and when he sees you wincing in pain at how sore your period is making your boobs after your hug, he’ll do just about anything you tell him to help. you, on the other hand, have just been dying to get his excessively large, warm hands on your tits since you first met.

laying back on his couch with your thighs spread and locked around his broad hips, a position that leaves little room between the heat of your clothed sexes. he’s agonizingly gentle, a sweet and hesitant touch of large palm to your supple, swollen breasts over your shirt at first. it has you sucking your bottom lip into your teeth anyway, warmth blossoming behind your navel and he remains clueless, face hesitant like he’s scared he’s hurting you.

his eyes widen behind his glasses when you tell him it would feel much better under your shirt, giggling at the way his hands still in shock. now, you’re forced to take matters into his own hands. grabbing his strong forearms to guide his hands where you want them, stuffing them inside your camisole and barely containing the moan that threatens to spill from your slightly slack jaw at the skin to skin contact. könig’s gulp is audible as he watches his inexperienced hands knead the soft dough of your breasts, how the fat gives under his fingertips.

you both lose yourself in it. your pussy involuntarily rutting against the large, growing bulge in his pants, a biological reaction to having your leaking warmth pressed against him, two handfuls of your cute tits. it’s a high pitched whine from your throat when he thumbs over your perky nipples that causes him to snap back into himself, the blood not filling up his cock rushing to his cheeks as he starts apologizing profusely.

“i’m sorry, schatz, i—i can’t help it, you see…”

so close to release, you trap him in with your thighs, your dainty hands gripping the straining muscles of his arms as you beg him not to stop. he can’t help but feel like it’s his fault when your back arches off the bed, lower half convulsing against him as he palms your breasts through your orgasm. chants out a series of apologies even as he’s soiling his pants with his finish, bucking into your cunt helplessly.

giggles. working at a gloryhole now.

would you ever do a gloryh*le type thing where Simon or Konig visit and its readers first time working there and he decides that she’s his. i saw a video after the guy was done he kissed her legs sweetly then gave her some money. I thought it was cute.

awww i like this. quick drabble, but maybe i’ll do a full one shot later ;)

mdni, glory hole type situation, unprotected sex, creampie

könig would just stare at how pretty you look, bent over and arched so nicely. his large hands would trace over your ass and he’d get rock solid just hearing your sweet little whimpers from behind the wall. wouldn’t be able to help himself from spreading your cheeks and running his thick, gloved fingers through your sticky folds.

you whine and whimper when he sinks two fingers inside you, the stretch burning you, but you don’t care when he curls those same fingers and hits that spongy spot inside you till you’re squirting on his hand and he’s muttering pretty praises to you in german.

pushing his cock inside—fuck, he’s massive—your pussy squelching and sucking him inside. you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock, savoring the way he moans and grips your waist as he sheaths himself inside you.

begins fucking you slowly at first, but your pussy feels so good that he can’t help but start to pound into you. and when he hits that spot inside you that makes your toes curl, you’re coming on his cock, clamping down on him so hard that könig’s afraid you’ll push him out of you. his tip kisses your cervix so deliciously that it makes your legs tremble.

when he comes, he comes inside that needy cunt. it’s his cunt, after all. that’s what he’s decided as his cock throbs and he empties load after load into your waiting womb. after pulling out of you and cleaning you up like the gentleman he is, he’ll leave you a couple hundreds and his phone number, kissing your back sweetly and muttering that you’re his, and he wants to be the one to take care of you.

and of course you call him—how could you not after an encounter like that?

You guys.. YOU GUYS. THIS IS FOR THE GIRLS AND THE GAYS.

WARNING IT'S NSFW.