Having A Bad Day At Work Just To Get Home And Your Husband Knig Scooping You Up And Getting You Into

Having a bad day at work just to get home and your husband König scooping you up and getting you into bed, pulling the blanket all the way over to your chin and then laying down ontop of you, kissing your face as you giggle and relax under his weight. König staying ontop of you until you fall asleep, making sure you're warm and comfy before getting off to go make some dinner. You who wakes up to the smell of some cheesy spaghetti and meatballs, practically bolting to the kitchen making König laugh at how pouty and hungry you look. König who spoon feeds you while rubbing your belly, making sure you're nice and stuffed before eating himself. König who lays down on the couch with you ontop of him, putting a weighted blanket over the both of you while you watch 2 broke girls <3

König waking up at 3am to find you missing and goes ballistic, searching through the house just to find you in the kitchen, blanket wrapped around you while you make ramen, blowing on it to cool it down before trying to slurp it up quietly. You jump when you heard König snicker.

OH MY GOD YES

imagine picking up the wrong cake order on gaz’s birthday. so instead of happy birthday baby, it reads congratulations dad. you try laughing it off, rubbing an apologetic hand down his back as he blows out the candles, but he gets a real serious, real dark look in his eye for the rest of the night.

it’s as good as you asking for one. mistake just a flimsy excuse you used to cover up around friends. the second the party’s over, he has you drilled into the floor, knees by your ears, fucking three loads worth of cum into your poor, battered pussy. there’s really no need to be so sneaky about it, darl. he’ll give you a baby if you want one

I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUCKING SEAT SEEING THIS.

p-please... i'm your biggest fanboy.... PLEASE.

BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAH THIS IS SO FUCKING TRUE IM DEAD @writersp3n

Ghost is the type of dad that would always be super blunt with his kids. So when his toddler asks him how her little sister came to be in mummy’s belly, instead of weaving a tale of magic wishes and baby-delivering storks, he says simply “We had sex”.

Gaz is the type of dad that would have his kid’s birthday entertainer cancel on him last minute. Good news is that the party store down the road is still open. Bad news is that the Spiderman costume he buys himself is two sizes too small.

Soap is the type of dad that would get kicked out of his kid’s football game because of his unruly behavior in the stands. Apparently, encouraging a group of six year olds to “Bloody kill!” the other team is frowned upon by most parents.

Price is the type of dad that would shave off his facial hair because he wanted to change up his look a little, only to end up scaring his kids (even making his ten month old cry) because they thought a stranger had broken into the house.

Somnophilia with Simon "Ghost" Riley. [Kinktober Day 1]

Taking a nap after a big lunch when Simon slips into the bed next to you, spooning you as he slowly and surely started grinding his hard-on against your ass, his other hand sliding to your abs covered by a soft layer of fat. "Y'smell good, bird." He mumbled, his hand sliding to your pecs to squeeze one of the muscles. When he didn't get a response he propped himself up on one elbow looking down at you and that's when he realized... You're asleep. He grinned before slipping your pj pants down to your thighs and spooned you again, grinding into your ass more and a bit harder. Simon pulled his boxers down, grinding his bare, red, leaking cock against your new Halloween boxers he bought for you. Once he was leaking enough he pulled you boxers down to reveal your creamy, plump ass to the cold air. He slicked up your asshole with his slick. He made sure you were still asleep before he slowly and gently slipping his dick into your hole. He then paused and pulled your boxers down all the way before smelling them. Taking a big whiff before stuffing them into his mouth, muffling his grunts and groans. He continued thrusting softly until he couldn't hold back any more and pulled out, cumming all over your creamy ass before slumping back against the pillows, pulling your boxers out of his mouth and slipping it back onto your ass, making sure you stay covered in his spunk before drifting off to sleep, his hand draped over your mid-section.

call of duty modern whorefare is crazy ALSO YOU ATE THIS @lxvvie

Gaz who's fuckin' nasty.

And it isn't the roguish nastiness or "I don't give a flying fuck" nastiness that Soap and Ghost embody, oh no, darling.

Kyle's nastiness is suave. It is smooth and hits softly but leaves you stunned nonetheless. And he gets you every. single. time.

He knows how to make you hot and bothered without even touching you. All it takes is a certain lilt to his voice, quietly teasing, enough to make you squirm and flustered. In public. In fucking public. Cheeky bastard.

Kyle is the one who croons, "Heya, gorgeous," before you feel his lips against your temple. Before you know it, his hands are up your shirt, toying with your nipples, making you squirm and push back and grind against his hard cock. "There we go, darling..."

Kyle doesn't call you so you can hear him touch himself and he doesn't send you pictures. He sends your voice messages, wishing you a wonderful day, telling you he loves you... and then proceeds to mention how beautiful you looked when he fucked you silly.

Gaz can't keep his hands to himself when he's around you. You're irresistible, beautiful. His fingers are everywhere. On your hips, on your shoulders, brushing against your ass, up your shirt, in your mouth, down your pants, in your underwear, inside you... did we cover everything?

Sometimes he wonders if he has an oral fixation. Luckily for him, you're there to help him figure it out. And so you do, wherever he can get you. You're naked from the waist down and Kyle's buried between your thighs, holding them so you don't get away from him. "Look at me, gorgeous... there we go," Kyle's soft and reassuring while dark eyes pierce you with their stare. "Cum in my mouth..." is what follows next and fuck yes, he absolutely has an oral fixation. Gaz cleans you up, kisses you so can taste yourself and him, and it's only later that you realize you're missing your underwear.

Kyle lets you have time to yourself in the shower but once you're out, you're his. He's the one who takes the towel and dries you off. So he says. Because even with the towel Gaz is massaging and thumbing the most sensitive parts of you, enough to leave goosebumps and have you panting in front of him, ready to jump his bones but you just got clean. Kyle, you just showered—"C'mere, baby..."

Can we also talk about how Gaz can never stop kissing you? If he can't do anything else, he'll make sure his tongue is in your mouth for sure. And when you're left dazed and breathless and just crazy as fuck for him, the insistence of his tongue is replaced by gentle pecks against your swollen lips and he's grinning like the victorious and lucky bloke that he is.

And last but not least, let's talk about how much Kyle enjoys it when you cockwarm him. He likes to kiss, nip, touch, and suck you into a frenzy, begging for his cock, clenching around him to motivate and milk him. "You ready, darling?" Kyle asks after he's teased you for god knows how fucking long. You've BEEN ready, Garrick. All it takes is a look and, "Here we go," before he's fucking into you and you're clinging to him like your life depended on it.