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jagdkommandos · 8 months

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NSFW alphabet template (König Edition)

I made this account to try and get into writing more so i thought a prompt template might be a fun way to start it off….various headcanons of König because I spend too much time thinking about him🥰 maybe some brief mentions of harder kinks but nothing graphic/detailed or illegal dw

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Always concerned with your wellbeing when you finish, he’ll immediately get you water and hold you. Afterwards he’ll get your clothes if you ask, or let you lay in the bed and rest as he makes dinner. Loves to do things after, and will make snacks so you can stay in bed and watch movies or spend time together.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For his partner’s body, their legs/hips. He’ll cover them with kisses and bite marks, manhandling them any chance he gets (only with your enthusiastic consent, of course)

For himself, his arms. He loves being able to hold you so strongly, and carry you around in them. He also loves watching you grab his biceps during missionary, they make a great holding bar so you don’t slide away from his force.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

cums A LOT. With little experience, and not making masturbation a habit, when he does go at it he goes hard. Not only does he have a huge load, but he’s gonna want to come multiple times. He loves seeing it on or in you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ties into wild card a bit further down, but he’s definitely into some more degrading stuff. He really loves that he’s basically guaranteed to be bigger than his partner, because he loves feeling like he has control, but he goes to great lengths to hide it because he feels bad about it. In theory, he’d love to call you names or be rough during sex, but the one time he tries he probably feels so terrible he stops, even if you like it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely had a couple partners in his life, but he hasn’t been sleeping around. He knows the basics, but if you wanted to try something spicier, he might need some direction.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

On top, facing you with your legs on his shoulders. dunno what you’d call that, but it definitely gives the perfect view of your reaction and the best angle for kissing and biting.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s too self conscious to act silly or weird during sex, and will try to act reserved, but he’ll match whatever mood you’ve set once he’s more comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Relatively well trimmed, I don’t think he’d be totally bald or have any designs but he likes to keep the hair short and out of the way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Super romantic, the first few times you had sex in a relationship he would definitely always initiate it with a date first. Even when it became too regular for that to be convenient, he’d still approach you in a very loving way.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it a lot, his anxiety gets in the way when he’s left alone for too long and he gets paranoid about someone catching him. He’ll do it if he gets worked up enough, though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

any sort of marking. He would probably never admit it, but anything like branding, biting, any sort of symbol of unification.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

A good old bedroom, preferably one set up beforehand to be suited for a few hours of intimacy (think big bed, lots of pillows, flowers on the table, toys in the bedstand, waterbottles on hand for when you take breaks. He’s a sucker for cheesy romantic settings.)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any buildup of sexual tension drives him mad if he wants you. Interrupted before he has to go to work? he’ll spend the whole day with you in the back of his mind. Edging him or teasing him? He’ll get so frustrated he wants to throw you on the bed and have his way. He’s also totally into restraining his partner, because he loves watching them try to resist the pleasure he gives them. Anything that shows him you’re overly eager for him will drive him crazy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything public. This dude def even locks the bedroom door when you go at it. He doesn’t want to be caught in an awkward position, and he doesn’t want to put you in one, either. He’d be too busy watching his surroundings to enjoy himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving, but he’s a fan of giving too. He’d never demand it from you, but if you initiate head he’ll lose his mind. He’s pretty good at giving, and he’d offer to pretty often, but he loves being able to watch your face as he receives.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts out slow and romantic, trying to be gentle, but has a hard time containing himself and always ends up increasing his pace after a while.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a fan, He doesn’t feel like it provides equal satisfaction to both parties. He much prefers multiple short rounds in a row, or one long session. Quickies feel too impersonal and almost disrespectful because he doesn’t just bang to get off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes the idea of risks, but only in controlled environment. He wouldn’t be able to do anything genuinely public or rank-risking, but he’d probably be into roleplaying it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t last long before nutting, but he regains energy fast (you can’t tell me this massive specops dude doesnt have record breaking recovery time) and is ready to go for multiple rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He wouldn’t use anything like a fleshlight, but he’d keep a small collection of various toys of your choosing for him to use during sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bigger on being teased than teasing. Egging him on when you can’t have sex will basically ensure a wild time when he gets you alone. He won’t be able to stop thinking about it the whole time. Once he’s comfortable though, he’s definitely more eager to tease you back or start it, because he actually enjoys the dynamic.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tries to be quiet, fails miserably. He’ll start out with heavy breathing, but it’ll descend into a series of swearing, german words, and loud grunting. He also LOVES to hear you make noise, otherwise he worries he’s doing it wrong.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Into some more extreme things, but he’d never tell anyone that. Knifeplay, blindfolding, branding, biting, etc. but only, ONLY if you are the one who initiates it, and you’ll probably have to practically beg him, because otherwise he will always feel bad about it, even if you agree and he asks first.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

dude is RIPPED. He has largely athletic related hobbies, and an active job in the military, so he stays in top shape. He’s got pretty clear skin because he’s got good hygiene, and all his body hair is either trimmed or removed because he doesn’t like how it looks or feels under all his gear. He’s got a decent amount of scars from work, mostly along his chest and arms but also some on his lower body and maybe a couple on his face. Also definitely packing, because he is 6’10 and because I say so. It’s gotta be like 13 inches long.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive, but the average person would never know because he has it under great control. Unless you initiate, he’s never gonna harass or beg because he’s horny, but he will take care of himself once he’s alone. Live with him as his girlfriend though, and you’ll never have a free moment.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sex wakes him up. You’ll wake up hours after sex and find him still busying himself with various tasks and hobbies, cleaning the house, etc. as if it reinvigorated him. Sometimes he’ll even ask for it if he knows he has a lot to do in a night, because it motivates him and acts as a stress reliever.

A/N: I hc könig as a huge service top and i cant stop thinking about it so thats what 90% of this is sorry i need him to be my husband rn

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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How do you think a soccer match would go with the 141 would go? I think you’ve reblogged some art of them as players, so I wanted to ask. I think they’d take it a little too seriously lol

Hey, quick question, have you ever met teenage boys at recess? Y'know how they act like it's the goddamn Olympics? They don't grow out of it--they just get bigger.

Now, Soap is a soccer fan, I HC he grew up playing soccer on the local school teams and even had a shot at getting invited to uni for a scholarship before he enlisted.

Ghost, like Price, played rugby growing up.

Alejandro and Rudy grew up in the heart of soccer territory--they've been playing since before they could talk. Rudy actually went to school on a soccer scholarship, and Alejandro coached his little brother's teams all throughout his life, and he occasionally referees and coaches his nephew's.

Gaz plays golf but enjoys running in soccer. He typically fights Soap for the goalie position.

It's Price, Soap, and Ghost against Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy. Kate referees. It is a brutal game and at first it's all fun and games, but Ghost steals the ball from under Rudy and then it's game on. These men are tripping each other, shoving, whoever can get the most goals at this point. Kate gives up reprimanding players and just let's them go.

Alejandro and Rudy win of course, because it ended up being the two best soccer players against the entire 141.

They've never let them live it down and now it's an annual thing to come down to Las Almas and play soccer.

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euno11a · 4 days

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The best part about having a boyfriend in the military was having him home with you again after a long mission.

Simon was panting softly over you and his broad shoulders blocked your view, pumping in and out of you slowly to let you both savour the moment. You quiet whimpers and gasps echoed through the room as your legs remained wrapped around his waist and hands pawing at his back. When his movements stopped, his head dropping to your shoulder, you had to stop and focus on what was happening.

you thought that he had finished - if he did, that was okay! But it was just quicker than usual. “Simon? Honey, did you cum? It’s okay if you did, I can just-..”

your words were cut off when he shook his head against your shoulder. Your hands went into his hair and gently scratched at his scalp, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. Inside, you could feel his cock soften slowly, his body still on yours as he kept his head on your shoulder.

“M’sorry, lovie…” his soft words echoed through the room as he went to try and continue his previous actions. Your hand went to grasp his, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around him to hold him closer.

“Shhh…don’t worry, Si. Okay? Let’s just cuddle, yeah? We don’t have to have sex.” Your words were comforting, allowing him to relax completely with you. His body was pressed against yours as you kept scratching his scalp.

who needs sex when you have a big bear to cuddle?

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yawnderu · 6 days

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You can never take the military out of a man. Not when that man lost so much thanks to it, giving it his very own soul to serving the Queen and saving the world. Not a single thought about retirement ever going through Simon's head, fully accepting and embracing the idea of dying on the field, of having a warrior's death, fighting tooth and nail until someone gets lucky enough to finally put him down— until you came along.

Simon Riley is a proper lad now, well in his 50's and on his fifth year of retirement, strands of grey adorning his dark brown hair, a thin layer of fat covering his bulging muscles that seem to be getting bigger by the years, never one to stand still for too long and secretly loving the way you praise his body like he's a God.

He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, another deep moan dragging its way out of his throat at the way your hand wraps around his thick cock with a vice-like grip, your warm tongue circling his leaking tip, his salty precum mixing in with your saliva.

“Like tha', baby.” Simon whispers, his hand wrapping around a fistful of your pretty hair the moment you lick a teasing stripe over his bulbous, pink tip. His free hand quickly replaces yours— something you're too familiar with after being together for so many years, your hands resting on his thick thighs just to feel the way his muscles ripple beneath your soft palms.

“Open your mouth.” It's not an order, it's a plea, his gravelly voice becoming slightly whiny with each deep groan leaving his lips as he wanks over your face, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath he was forced to take. Your lips part with no hesitation, the warmth of your breath as your tongue pokes out of your mouth is what sends him over the edge, ropes of thick, hot cum landing in your mouth with an accuracy that could have surprised you if you weren't too busy being enthralled by your husband.

Simon looks like a fucking painting, the light coming from the ceiling giving his bulging muscles the perfect shadow, his thin lips slightly parted and a light stubble adorning his pale cheeks, half-lidded eyes staring down at you with blown pupils as he mindlessly smears his hot, creamy cum all over your face with his sensitive tip, just as enamoured as you are.

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femoso-seben · 2 months

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Stupid idea that I thought up half asleep

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who got you pregnant when you two were teens (17)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who got yelled at by your father for getting you pregnant and band him from seeing you again

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who immediately went through all stages of panic. Got his ass beat by his father, before getting his shit together and start providing

Baby Daddy Ghost! And you were force to married

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who sent his first paycheck to you without even saying a word

Baby Daddy Ghost! And you fought because you two were scared

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who was there in the delivery room and was too stunned to speak and just nod along to what the nurses said, stared at his baby daughter until the nurses took the baby so she can lay on your skin.

Baby Daddy Ghost! who didn't let you drop out of school because he knew you had a bright future.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who went into Butchary so you could go to college (your parents were more opening and caring and help baby sit your daughter unlike his)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who come back from work and cradle his daughter and sleep with her.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who went into the military for his own purpose which you agree he should go into. (did college through the military)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who spend that summer saving Tommy and be more of a family man

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who divorce tokep you safe after his family was slaughter and move you into a rural place in England and keep a low profile when visiting you and his daughter. (remember he’s consider dead, visit at night and don't really leave the house to continue to deception your a widow)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who spends all his time off with your young daughter on his off time, (sends most of his money to you even if you have a good job he want to provide and your money can be use as fun money.)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who becomes more authoritative figure once she becomes a teenager and has to vet every man or woman she dated.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who only tells the task force once they saw his personal phone’s lock screen (photo of his daughter on her birthday changes it yearly) brought her around and turns out she's a volleyball player (got some of simon’s height)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who gets a little sentimental seeing his daughter playing volleyball in the national youth lead

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tryingtoremembermyname · 7 months

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it’s me. i’m bitches.

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shoukiko · 3 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley is not a rapist.

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not "punish" you so badly you have a miscarriage.

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not tie you up, call you a whore, and tell you to "take it or else"

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not insult your body so bad he gives you an ED.

Sebastian Kreuger would not Kidnap and abuse you.

Phillip Graves would not verbally attack you.

Phillip Graves is not racist or homophobic??

Nikto would not hit you for seeing his face on accident.

König would not throw you against a wall and call you a whore for coming near him, the dude has social anxiety..

idc what anyone says, if you enjoy any of these please get off the internet and figure out a different way to cope, this isn't even proshipper level, this is just wrong.

How are you going to headcanon a victim of SA as a rapist? How are you going to headcanon a victim of a lifetime of abuse as an abuser?

Headcanoning a southern american man as racist and homophobic just feels so icky!

Seriously guys please if you have issues, there are other ways!!!

I'm tired of blocking so many lovely accounts because of the amount of dub-con/noncon/straight up Sexual Assault that's in their reblogs or in the accounts they support and advertise.

There is a difference between tough and straight up fucking insane??? Maybe read the characters backstories and actually take their past into consideration because you guys kinda look dumb for making these characters so OOC. Please get help and keep your gross fics to yourself.

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katz-chow · 8 months

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any thoughts for pervy könig? i know he'd be so gross amd clingy, constantly stealing panties and huffing at them :( or watching you across from the showers, fisting his leaky cock and making eye contact with you :(

i bet he'd be stalk you 'nd everything !!! being so creepy and openly desperate :(

ignore this if you're uncomfortable !!

warnings: nsfw, gn! reader, pervy, toxic, power play, corruption kink, stalking, somnophillia, not proofread :D

all the things that lead up to that though, waiting and stalking you to see your reaction to everything hes doing.

him purposely putting a hand on your lower back to walk past you, his large hand traveling a bit too far down until you feel a squeeze on your ass

the next time he does it, you quickly arch into his grasp and look at him with those doe eyes of yours, all innocently. from then on, he knows how cheeky and desperate you are

always teasing you by making you go shower last, saying he needs some…help with paperwork. you always agree because he’s your superior!! why wouldn’t you??

ends up with the both of you in the empty showers late at night, you rubbing the soap down your body with the open curtains, allowing him to lean back on the benches by the lockers to feel his pants tighten, your freshly worn underwear in his hand.

by the time he finally pulls his stiff, leaky cock out, he can’t help but use your underwear to jerk him off :( it’s the closest thing he’ll allow himself to you, you’re just so young and precious!!

will keep your cum stained underwear to “wash for you”. you ended up never seeing them again…along with a few other pairs

pervy konig who sneaks into your room while you’re asleep using his rank to get the master key. he sits there kneeling on the floor next to your bed as he sniffs your hair and your musk, skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat from your sleep

he inhales your scent and just like that, he leaves his own potent one, cumming on your sheets…or if he’s feeling rather possessive, he’ll grind against your arm or hand until he cums all over you

pervy konig who grinds up against your ass when you’re both supposed to be focusing on a debrief, but he doesn’t care, it could’ve been an email. not his fault you’re standing next to him, your smell just turns on something feral in him

making you go into parade rest, your hands behind your back to grope and touch his growing bulge while no one dares peep a word about him grinding and grunting in the back of the room, he’s their superior too!! why would they risk getting in terrible trouble? especially harsh when someone that’s not him making you embarrassed

pervy konig who thigh fucks you, rarely ever allowing his dick to your oh so needy parts, slick dripping down your thighs and mixing with his own precum. when he thinks you’re doing particularly good, hell intentionally slide higher and rub against you, making you tremble and moan, edging you and denying. it leaves you all needy, allowing him to do all the pervy stuff just for the chance that he might authorize you to cum

“you’re too good for me, schätzelein…can’t stand ruining you yet…”

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sweetnothingtm · 2 months

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König has a panties!kink prove me wrong!!!

König loves seeing you sprawled out on his bed in nothing but his oversized shirt and silk panties. He loves seeing you squeeze your thighs together when you catch his gaze. He loves plucking a pair from your drawer and jerking himself off with it. He loves buying you another pair when you pout and whine.

He gives you head every day, eyes sparkling with excitement when you part your thighs and give him access to the soft pair of panties covering you. At first you just thought he was a giver - but now you know better. Now you know that your boyfriend is a massive freak.

that’s the third pair! i really liked those, König.

i can’t help myself - you know this, little dove.

Truthfully - König could cum to the thought of you alone, but he loves to get off with your panties.

As soon as he sees you pulling on a new pair, it’s like a lightbulb went off and he’s instantly turned on and rubbing himself raw. He presses himself against your thighs, your ass, always dry humping you and whimpering in your hair.

Inevitably, König finds a way to ruin your favorite pair. He’d pull the fabric from your shaking thighs with his teeth, taking the fabric and burying his nose in it. He’d take pictures of you in every angle wearing his favorite pair. He’s creative, obsessively finding new ways to get off on your panties. He’d cum in them and slide them right back on you, lips pulled into a devious smirk as he rubbed the fabric against you.

He’s generally so calm and reserved, but when you crawl into his bed with your ass hanging in the air he can’t help but deliver smack after smack. König would tug the fabric of your panties to the side, admiring his handprint plastered across your skin. You always glare over your shoulder, rolling your eyes as his finger dipping into your wet folds.

When he’s got his belt off and on the floor, König would rub the tip of himself against your panties, beads of precum staining the fabric as he messily humped you. You’d rub your ass against him, moaning when his hand comes to wrap around your neck and squeeze.

It’s like König can’t get enough of you, can’t focus on anything but the way you spread your legs and beg for him. He’s always toying with the panties as he thrusts into you, always rubbing them between his fingertips and grinning.

König can’t keep his hands off of you, his hands always roaming against your bare skin as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. He’ll whisper dirty secrets to you, gripping the fabric of your panties and pulling you flush against his body.

little dove, i can’t help myself. you’re so intoxicating, i have to have you - i need to fuck you. please? i promise i’ll be gentle.

When he fucks you, it’s always messy and needy. König is obsessed with you, panties caught in his pearly teeth as he nips and bites along your waistline. He’d start to impatiently pull at the silk, whining and whimpering about how much he needs you. He’s so impatient that there’s times he doesn’t even bother to take your panties off, messily pulling them to the side and fucking you raw.

He cums the hardest when he gets to fuck you like that.

König would spit out nasty curses, his accent harsh and foreign to you. He’ll bunch up the panties, knuckles going white as you lazily bounce on his cock and hum. His thrusts start to get messy, hips snapping into you and teeth digging into your shoulder as he groans loudly against your skin.

When König pulls out, he always cums on your panties. He watches with pure ecstasy as hot white ropes stain the fabric and splat against your skin. König would rub himself raw at the sight, gritting his teeth with excitement. And when he’s smearing it onto the silk, you smack his hand away and frown.

König - will you ever learn to listen?

Hush. i want to fuck you again, sweetheart. You’ll let me, won’t you? You’ll let me fuck you stupid in a pretty little pair of panties - i promise i’ll buy you another pair.

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clairdelunelove · 1 year

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Things Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Finds Attractive About You Pt.I

simon 'ghost' riley x reader, mentions of soap, price, gaz, and graves

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing

synopsis: ghost has noticed a lot of individualized quirks that you have and he'd hate to admit it but they're utterly attractive to him. headcanon edition!

a.n. it's been a while, loves! I know there's a lot of demand for pt.III but I wanted to try something a lil new and write a bit from ghost's perspective while still keeping the general vibe very similar. I also set up a kofi! pls consider donating,, your support motivates me to write! enjoy this one <3

when you stretch for something

it wasn’t your fault

the cabinets at the military base were designed specifically for individuals well-over 6ft tall and you, unfortunately, were the exception to this

being shorter than most of your squad mates had some disadvantages

so of course as the newer recruits, doing their own thing to bypass the time, shuffle around you,, you were left on your solo mission of reaching for mugs

mugs?

yes, two mugs– for you and ghost

you had promised the lieutenant you’d make him a cup of tea (which was a small tradition the two of you secretly shared)

he liked his tea completely black,, untouched from any addition of milk or sugar

undoubtedly, you preferred yours with heaps of milk and spoonfuls of sugar to hide the bitterness which ghost definitely called you out on, “a bit daft, no?”

so here you were seeking to reach ghost’s favorite mug (a plain, white one) after you successfully got your own (which was decorated with swirling colors and designs that contrasted against his)

but his mug was placed on the highest shelf,, forcing you on your tiptoes to even brush against the handle of the cup

“I can almost reach it.”

is the statement that you murmur to yourself as you continue with your futile actions of having to exert yourself to so much stretching

literally makes you out of breath that you have to pause for a couple seconds before resuming

and to your utter frustration there isn’t a new recruit that even glances in your way to provide some assistance,, just leaving you to fend for yourself

you’ve tried everything too (pushing your hands against the counter, jumping, etc.) but still no luck

little do you know though that ghost is enjoying the show you’re unknowingly giving him

he’s leaning against the entryway of the room, resting his shoulder against the wooden frame while his arms are crossed over his chest

his presence is highly remarked, clad in dark jeans and his skull mask that illuminates under the dingy fluorescent lights, as the other recruits scurry past him

but he’d come to check in on you because you were taking longer than usual coming back with the two mugs in your hands

and he praised his protective habits when he was able to catch you in the act of stretching up to the highest shelf

ghost was always the “appreciate the view” type of guy

with the small sliver of exposed skin from when your shirt rode up with each reach, your shallow gasps, to the way your pants hugged your physique just right for him see every enticing curve– he was adoring the view

his sharp eyes were roaming around every inch of you that he could possibly see without having nosy eyes catch him in the act

ghost is chilling there, just having a grand time being satisfied with the fact that you’re struggling so much at a relatively easy task, when he catches sight of another recruit strolling in your direction

probably to provide some help to put a stop to your pitiful attempts

but he’s moving– ambling over to you before the other recruit can reach you

and ghost reaches you first, unbeknownst to you, and does the little up-and-down glance at them

like an arbitrary stare

he doesn’t say anything either, just kind of gives them this judgmental glare that has the recruit immediately scurrying away so ghost is the only one that can help you

surprisingly he does

reaches from behind you to easily pluck the mug from the top shelf and you’re startled at the sight of familiar gloved fingers

“lieutenant,” you murmur and you’re suddenly embarrassed for making him wait so long, “sorry, I was having trouble getting the mug to make your tea.”

ghost tilts his head in a manner that suggests he’s implying ‘no shit’ but he speaks up instead, “figured you’d fancy some help.”

and he outstretched a hand to gesture to your entire figure, “on account of you bein' so short.”

your entire face burns red as you huff out, “short?”

because there is no way that ghost is blatantly referring to your height when he’s built like a massive tree standing at 6’4” and surely he must know that not everyone is blessed with height like he is

he notices that glint in your eyes, of you being provoked by his words, and decides to add fuel to the fire

“tiny.”

“compact.”

“vertically challenged.”

“close to the ground.”

“pocket-sized.”

his list seemingly goes on, the nonchalance in his voice has your ears burning, and it doesn’t help that with every teasing remark ghost is pressing closer to you

the gruffness of his voice that coerces you to listen, the warmth he emits, how his physique completely towered over you–

it’s too much

the small of your back bumps against the counter, due to his crowding, but ghost delights in the small squeak you let out

he’s so tall that you’re pressed against his lower chest

“anything else you want to add to that list?” you challenge in an attempt to retain some dignity for your height

he holds your stare, tilting his head to the side before prodding the mug into your grasp

it doesn’t take him long to think of another good-natured taunt, the uttered word is murmured so low that it sounds almost indecent– and it might as well be from the way he’s basically undressing you with his eyes alone

his eyes are narrowed, predatory, and completely fixed on you

“I do. You’re, how can I say it,” he hums before pressing his masked lips against the shell of your ear, “bite-sized.”

when you say his real name

it will always surprise you how price’s logic works because being paired up with ghost to practice takedowns was probably the last idea you would’ve ever contemplated

you wouldn’t even wish it on your worst enemy

but here you were– awkwardly standing before the lieutenant as the rest of the recruits gathered around you while price explained different takedown techniques

this could go one of two ways: either ghost would have mercy on you (which could potentially ruin the recruits’ impression of him) or he treats this like a real life situation (also terrible because you’d have bruising in places you didn’t even know was possible)

and you desperately hoped ghost wouldn’t notice how you swiped your sweaty palms on your thigh

it felt as though your whole body was put into overdrive

“I think you’ll go easy on me, right lieutenant?” you meekly ask

ghost is stripping out of his heavy tactical gear, as was price’s accommodation for pairing you up with the hefty male, and huffs out an audible breath

“your misguided opinion is false,” he glances at you with a glint in his eyes showing that he’s rather entertained at your assumption, “but charming.”

a shaky laugh passes your lips when ghost tosses his vest to the side,, leaving him in just his cargo pants, fitted black long sleeve, gloves, and his infamous balaclava

if you weren’t shaking in your boots before, you were now

price raises a hand, silently gathering the attention of the recruits, and declares, “physical fitness is critical for basic training. It’ll aid in resilience, flexibility, and readiness. the goal is to always catch your opponent off-guard, using the limited time to strike and take them down. (y/n) will be on the ground. ghost, show us how it’s done, will ya?”

upon the mention of his name, ghost takes a step closer to you while you follow price’s command and move so you’re lying on your stomach

and he’s aware that you’re clearly dreading this (which he understands because takedowns do hurt even if they’re done half-heartedly)

not to mention that the recruits were staring at you

would kneel close to you and let his voice rumble lowly, “I’ll take my time with you, don’t worry.”

when your tense shoulders slightly drop, he knows that his words calm your nerves and rises to his feet after achieving his goal

“brute.” you look up at him with narrowed eyes while spitting out the passive insult

and he can’t help but appreciate the view from above

“I’m whatever you want me to be, sweetheart,” he murmurs

then, before you can resituate yourself, he’s reaching out and grasping one of your ankles to pull you towards him

it’s quick but unnervingly hard

a yelp escapes you, clearly unprepared for the movement, while you’re dragged on the floor

maneuvering on his knees, he places a hand on your back and uses the momentum to slide up to where your head was

he does it so easily that there’s not a single noise of strain and the realization causes a heat to simmer within you

imitating the usage of a knife, he quickly swipes at your neck to illustrate the finishing blow and addresses the recruits, “and that’s how you catch the opponent off-guard for the first takedown.”

ghost rises to his feet, wordlessly offering you a hand and not quite noticing your dazed expression after his impressive display of pure strength

“perfect strategy, ghost,” price immediately motions for the recruits to clap while he sets a hand on the other male’s shoulder, “I reckon it was a bloody good idea to have you show these young bucks. now onto the second takedown.”

“affirmative.”

price has you turned around for this demonstration and you eagerly comply because it was better than laying on the floor

you’re still silent, a compensation for your racing heartbeat but the rare occurrence causes ghost’s eyes to narrow

“you alright?”

his hushed inquiry barely reaches you but you hastily nod to avoid his watchful gaze, “just peachy.”

and you shift to your original position before he can spot how the tips of your ears burn red

“go on,” price unknowingly breaks the moment between you and ghost by gesturing to begin

the command forces ghost to instinctively act (following orders was his forte) with his hand tucking itself underneath your belt and sliding his leg between yours to hook onto and force you to fall forward

you can feel the air knocked out of you when you plunge forward,, a loud gasp leaving your lips upon realizing that you’re about to fall on your face

before you can, however, ghost swiftly lifts your leg and tosses it to the side so you’re spread before him

while you’re on your back

he shifts with the intent of leaving (since the takedown was complete) but he turns to check on you

after all, your physique wasn’t exactly similar to the other soldiers he was forced to takedown

big mistake

because he goes rigid from how your usually wide-eyed gaze morphed into a half-lidded stare that silently beckoned him closer

with the back of your hand pressed against the lower half of your face, ghost noted the maroon flush on your cheeks

the color makes you glow underneath the room’s fluorescent lights

he focuses his attention to the rise and fall of your chest,, the motion apparent due to your heady breaths

and he’s just about to shake off the unanticipated desire that courses through him, mentally reminding himself that a cold shower afterward should suffice, when he hears you speak up

“simon.”

it’s whispered in a low sigh that has his eyes widening at how devastatingly intimate his real name rolls off your tongue

and it makes him lose the ounce of restraint that he's got left

“fuck,” he rasps and hurriedly rises to his feet, albeit a bit clumsily, “bloody hell.”

when he sees you pouting

it started out as a joke

you’d been pestering ghost to tell you a joke to bypass the delay time prior to the next mission

the both of you were huddled around the fireplace at a dingy, covert cabin in the midst of the woods

you sat closest to the fire,, trying to steal the warmth in hopes of heating up the tips of your cold fingers

ghost was situated against the entryway near the fireplace,, leaning against the groaning wood that threatened to break underneath his weight

there was a good amount of distance between the two of you but it wasn’t anything awkward since new recruits filtered in/out of the room

just comfortable with the sound of shuffling footsteps, the roaring fire, and light chatter

however, all hell broke loose when ghost had answered his own joke without letting you have a chance at guessing

“is there anything the lochness monster likes to eat?”

his sudden joke catches you off-guard since you’d been asking him to tell you one for like 15 minutes (but to no avail until now)

the question rolls off his tongue in a grumble that almost gets lost in the sound of the fire’s crackle

but you perk up nonetheless, finally achieving your main objective of having your superiority finally give into your earlier pleads

“let me guess–”

before your lips even part to attempt to assume, he explains, “fish and ships.”

there’s an unexpected silence that follows since ghost honestly presumed that you’d hunch over in laughter at his joke (which is what you typically did) so when the opposite happened he was perplexed

“bit of british humor.”

and he tries to fill that dead air but that’s all he could utter before he noticed the corners of your mouth downturn and how your head drops slightly

he knew that expression

his once comfortable stance, where he was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, morphed into him hurriedly dropping his arms to his side and taking a step in your direction

“aw come off it, (y/n),” ghost grumbles the first thought on his mind, “throwing a wobbly right now?”

and he doesn’t mean for his voice to come out all gruff! just a habit he developed after commanding so many soldiers and having them bend at his every whim

so when your lower lip juts out and your shoulders slouch a bit,, it causes him to regret even speaking in the first place

“I wanted to guess before you told me the answer.”

your reply is so soft that it could pass as a whisper and the fragility of your voice just tugs at him the wrong way

the way you’re looking at him doesn’t help either

you’ve got those wide expressive eyes that seem to sparkle in any light (ghost isn’t even sure how this is logically possible) and it’s only emphasized by how you’re peering up at him since you were seated on the floor

when he detects that slight quiver of your bottom lip, he’s instantly crossing the distance between the two of you with an exhale of, “bloody hell.”

and he’s not typically like this

no, not in a million years would he ever expect himself to accept that perhaps there’s a small portion in his heart that yearns to be sympathetic

he’s a special forces operator, a prominent member of task force 141, and lieutenant

but he’s also aware that when he’s with you,, there are certain behaviors or actions that he does differently

he likes it– and he’d do anything to see you in high spirits again

the heavy thumps of his dark military boots against the wooden floor cause you to glance at his shoes before ghost’s gloved hand outstretched to cup the side of your face

and he’s staring at you so intently that he’s able to watch how your lashes flutter at his touch since it was uncharacteristic of the male to do

“I was being an arse for not waitin’ for your answer.”

his voice is tight when he says it and finally it dawns on you that this is ghost’s version of an apology in behalf of your dramatic pout

and ghost, being the ever-strategic lieutenant, figures that he has to come up with a quick fix to his earlier blunder

"tell you what, kid,” his thumb absentmindedly brushes against the top of your cheek, “I’ll tell you another and you can answer. how about that?”

the realization of how ghost tries to atone for his mistake just justifies the simmering warmth of satisfaction that you experience–

wait, was he always just clad in his balaclava and not his signature skull mask?

and your second realization comes in the form of how you were so focused on your own letdown that you failed to notice how ghost’s attire consisted of his civvy outfit

due to the opening of the balaclava, you can see glimpses of his light-toned eyes and the apologetic glint in them has your knees weak

he recognizes the small slip-up in your expression and decides that his promise of telling another joke was the right solution

“give me a second,” he pauses and huffs in frustration, “I don’t have a fuckin’ book of jokes on me. I’d murder for one right about now.”

and he freezes when he hears you giggle at his crude language,, automatically easing up when he recognizes your pout turn into a smile

would slightly tilt your head side-to-side by maneuvering your face with his thumb and index finger

he teasingly clicks his tongue at your behavior, “you seem to be tickled pink about that, yeah? should I be worried?”

“of course not.”

and you’re full on grinning now, peering up at the male that’s crouched beside you and still holding you in his grasp

“I think being insane is one of your secrets.”

his voice dips lower with the word ‘insane’ and his natural tone is deliciously husky

“you think so?”

“I do,” the two words rumble deep within his chest, “forcing me– your superior– to his bloody knees after pouting and giving me those damn puppy-dog eyes for a couple seconds. Quite the show you put on, doll.”

as a response, you give him a pleased hum and he can distinctly feel the vibration from where his hand is placed underneath your jaw,, and ghost rakes his eyes across your face

“I just think you’re the only one that can fuckin’ get away with it,” he drops his voice so it’s a confession that only you can hear, “you and that pretty face, that is.”

you take time to talk to him

it’s typically like this

you, angling yourself closer to ghost while sharing a conversation, and him attempting to increase the physical distance between the two of you

he couldn’t help it

it made him go rigid when you’d intentionally invite him into your chats or drop in when he’s conversing with other officials

your attention was directly on him 24/7

wide, doe-eyes peering up when you expected ghost to respond or at least give a little gesture to show that he was listening

but how could he even focus when your smaller hands would prod, tug, and poke at him while he was speaking

got him losing his train of thought smh

and ghost was a pretty passive guy outside of missions, preferring to sit by the sidelines and listen rather than directly interact

just likes hearing other people’s perspectives

yet couldn’t ignore that simmering satisfaction that spread through him when you DID include him in everything

makes him feel all warm over when you want to talk to him

knows he’s a burly, intimidating guy with a reputation so the possibility of people approaching him is close to zero

however, when you come up to him and immediately slip into conversation with him,, it grants him some peace of mind that perhaps his own opinions/values are valuable

and goodness did you get him addicted to that attention

btw if you’re a naturally touchy-feely person then I have good news for you!

ghost finds pleasure in the small habit you have where you instinctively reach for him

even if he’s awkwardly standing there (because he’s still getting used to the physical contact!) while you’re comfortably hanging on the side of his arm,, he finds pride in this

“and what’s this scar from?”

you were at it again, filling in the silence of the room with your small talk, and keeping him occupied with answering

the two of you were huddled in the corner, awaiting instructions for the next mission

ghost found it odd how you chose to keep him company when there were more talkative squad members you could converse with

like soap, gaz, graves, or price– individuals that were capable of holding a conversation that didn’t consist of just grunts or one-word responses

but he wasn’t complaining

he definitely wasn’t complaining about the way you were batting your long lashes at him, ghost almost doesn’t catch the scar your slender fingers gently brushed over

it’s a spot on his forearms that’s barely visible unless he had his sleeves rolled up

he’s silent– internally battling about whether he wanted to answer or not

“from a throwing knife,” he finally responds while flexing his hand into a fist, “my own throwing knife.”

your eyes go wide at the revealed information, “your own throwing knife was used against you? what did you do next?”

“killed the bastard.”

he basks in the impressed hum you give him,, your eyes glimmering in fascination at his rather violent ways of dealing with injury

“how about this one?”

“gunshot wound. pulled the bullet out with my own fingers.”

“and this one?”

“stabbed. had to call dust-off.”

and ghost notices that he enjoys can tolerate this,, feeling the gentle caress of your fingertips against his skin while you softly speak to him

just him

little did the two of you know that the rest of task force 141 was plotting a scheme– a small one for their own entertainment

“thought he’d be better at subtlety with a name like his.”

it’s price that decides to speak, his voice considerably lowered to not raise suspicion from you and ghost

his sharp, blue eyes watch the slow drag of ghost’s gaze on you as you press closer to the lieutenant

graves purses his lips and casts a glance toward ghost, “keeps them under his surveillance even after work hours.”

“don’t blame him,” soap grins before forcing himself to look away to reduce the chances of being caught staring, “they’re bonnie.”

“damn right.”

and it’s almost laughable how the group collectively knows that they’re all referring to ghost’s watchful eyes

everyone except gaz

“what do you mean? who are we staring at?” the sergeant asks, brows furrowed in confusion but still wishing to be a part of the conversation

“the lieutenant and (y/n).”

“don’t be a wee clipe. let gaz figure it out himself, graves,” soap answers while instinctively nudging graves for his previous statement, “go on then.”

and who was gaz to disobey orders from soap?

“you busy, (y/n)?”

the sound of your name causes you and ghost to glance up at the person requesting to speak with you

“gaz,” your lips curl into a smile at the familiar face, “how can I help you?”

“wanted to know if I made your tea right,” he settles on a broad conversation that he knows will perk up your interest, “mind coming with me?”

“you made me tea?”

gaz recognizes how your eyes widen in surprise before you continue speaking in that gentle tone that makes everyone enamored, “you’re so sweet, gaz.”

“there it is.”

from across the room, price whispers and juts his chin toward ghost, who seemingly resides behind you since gaz entered the conversation

and he’s right

ghost appears still now compared to his eased stance from earlier

his furrowed brows are so discernable that the lines are visible through his balaclava and he shifts to cross his arms

“steamin’ jesus, that didn’t take long,” soap whistles at the begrudging expression plastered on what they can see of ghost’s face

they continue observing as gaz beckons you toward the small makeshift kitchen at the other corner of the room and you trail behind him,, making polite small talk

it takes you a second to leave and ghost is initially unresponsive to the abrupt change of not having you by his side

however, he’s snapped out of his stupor, following after your retreating figure, and his heavy boots clomp the floor with each resolute step

the lieutenant catches up to you in no time, wordlessly draping himself against the wall closest to you while gaz methodically makes you a cup of tea according to your instructions

price lifts his cup to his lips to hide a knowing grin, “followin’ them like a lost dog.”

soap snorts in agreement just as ghost inches closer to you when you laugh at a joke gaz murmurs in your ear

surprisingly, the larger man manages to scoot just within your peripheral vision

“up to high doh, that Lt.,” the scottish male quips when he sees that ghost’s tactic of moving closer to you seems to work because now you’re shifting to speak to him

and ghost's half-lidded eyes regard yours with poorly concealed satisfaction

the taller man leans over to hear you, bringing his face closer to the mug you’re holding, and lets out a low grunt at the sweet smell

then, soap and price overhear the low rumblings of ghost’s voice

“piss poor tea.”

with ghost’s intentional jest, soap watches as you giggle and immediately retort, “it’s good, I promise! you’re just picky about your tea, you brit.”

and just like that– ghost manages to capture your attention every couple minutes by muttering hushed comments that have you flashing a smile up at him each time

“you reckon he thinks he’s doin’ a good job at hiding it?”

soap blinks a couple times, rubbing at his eyes for good measure because he can’t believe the scene unfolding in front of him

“are you havin’ a laugh?” soap’s inquiry causes price to shake his head and wolfishly grin before stating, “it’s a bloody shit job, I’ll tell you that.”

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simonsdoll · 11 months

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Venom!Simon NSFW Hcs

Warning: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

Pairing: Venom!Simon x fem!reader

A/n: @slutty-lemn thanks for this bestie and your so real for this. Something about venom and ghost that make me absolutely feral so why not both?

- Simon knows to take things slow with you and wasn’t real sure how well you would take Venom knowing how strong and cruel he can get whenever he gets too excited. He forgets how fragile us humans are and remembers to let Simon stretch you open enough for him to take over. Although, he always likes to argue about how his tongue would easily stretch you out faster and better

- You would be so determined to take Venom completely but he knows damn well he’s a mouthful so he leans down and praises you for every inch of him you swallow. Your hands would work tirelessly down his shaft pumping his unimaginable girthy cock hearing Venom’s chest rumble in pleasure. After only a moment, Venom would shrink away and Simon would return only to fuck a mouthful of cum down your throat with a loud groan

- If you were ever bratty with Simon, he would let Venom take over to punish you finding no way out of his tantalizing punishments by forcing him to eat you out without stop. His tongue lashed out as saliva would drip from it but before doing anything Venom would smile, his teeth bared looking enormous and terrifying looking at your soaking cunt and at once his tongue would dive inside you deeply hitting your sweet spot in one go causing you to arch your back and moan as Venom would growl in an animalistic manner pumping his long tongue into you as he explored every inch inside you. Ripping orgasm after another, you would paint his face with your arousal only for him to lick it off and Simon commanding him of another round

- Both Simon and Venom get possessive over you in bed causing you to become very bruised by the end of it. They would be exchanging bodies every few seconds just to get the chance to have you all to themselves. If Simon is fucking you a little too slow Venom would take over, holding your hips and ass with his enormous hands and would fuck into you even harder as he pounded you into the mattress relentlessly while calling you degrading names. Venom’s pace was torturous and the sounds he made were ravenous and primal. Simon was somewhere inside him but now there was only Venom. He has you cumming quickly around his veiny cock as he would turn back into Simon to let him soothe the marks he would leave behind

- Whenever Simon would be eating you out and you and you would be squirming or babbling too much for his liking, Venom’s tendrils would pin you down to the bed making you immobilized and if you protest or argue with him about it he would shove his tongue into your mouth to shut you up. Maybe just maybe if you behave well and be a good girl for Simon he would let you hold the reigns and fuck them however way you liked

- Simon is the perfect size for you and you could say that confidently. He stretches you out perfectly just enough to have you coming undone in seconds. Unlike Venom, he can adapt to your liking wanting to be careful in not hurting you. He would position himself inside you as his cock would slowly start to swell and throb, flicking his gaze between your facial expressions and the bulge that’s forming on your tummy. Smiling eerily as he watches how much of him you can take as he purrs at the sight of your lips parting in pleasure

- Given that Simon and Venom both have blood kinks they both love drawing blood from you, it excites them more than anything but mostly Venom since he’s eaten humans before. Simon would grab a knife and would carve his initials onto your skin carefully. Venom would scrape you, his claws digging in deep into your soft skin enough to draw blood. He’ll lick and caress you with his tongue as goosebumps would crawl on his skin from the sweet taste

- Simon at first was paranoid to masturbate when he had Venom. Being deployed for months and the constant stress left him no choice but to fuck himself quickly with a fisted hand. Venom was pervertedly waiting for his release and immediately noticed the uncomfortable look on Simon’s face. Out of nowhere a tentacle would wrap around his cock and would start pumping him quickly and he couldn’t stop the feeling of ecstasy as he was coming near to his orgasm and within seconds Simon’s lips would part as he let out a silent scream letting his cum drip all over his fist. As he came back from his high he would be mad at the fact that he even needed help in the first place but that experience changed things for the both of them

- Having sex with both of them was confusing yet a roller coaster of emotions. All of the pleasurable sensations would have you looking in all directions. Either Simon would have you in missionary ramming himself into you at a brutal pace or one of Venom’s tendrils rubbing your puffy clit at a fast pace to speed things up. Venom would be admiring through Simon’s eyes how beautiful you look taking his cock and finding pleasure in the sweet moans that would escape your lips. Every time your hips would buck or squirm from the overstimulation, a new tentacle would shoot out to hold you down. Even if he wasn’t there in front of your eyes, he was everywhere, all over you. Pinning you down from every angle as his tendrils played with your nipples or danced along your collarbone. By the end of it everything is soaked. Venom would use his long tongue to lick inside your cunt and eat the cum you and Simon would leave behind

Lmk what y’all think and should I make more stuff for Venom!Simon? If so my inbox is open for requests :)

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lycheedr3ams · 11 months

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MDNI

if you haven’t listened to this NSFW konig audio, do it now………… 😳

HIS MOANing

WHEN HE CALLS ME A GUTES MÄDCHEN

(Meme made by me)

The fact I’m posting about this with a straight face while in the doctors office lobby (dw no one can see my phone)

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euno11a · 19 days

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your boyfriend Simon gets home from a mission, and he’s very clearly tired and exhausted from the whole day. The main mission was to catch Makarov and lock him up for good. Sadly, the mission went wrong and they didn’t catch him, and that means Simon has been on edge ever since.

you were trying to get him to fall asleep, but nothing worked. That’s when you instructed him to lie on his tummy, and he did so. You started massaging his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the sore and tight muscles. He let out small groans when he felt the tension release. Your hands gently grazed over his shoulders after, gently gliding over his shoulders in a gentle and steady motion. But when he felt your fingertips dance over his shoulders, he had to ask.

“Wha’re you doin’, lovie?” He asked in a relaxed manner, voice slightly muffled my the pillow.

“I’m making pizza…” you mumbled quietly as you did gentle chopping motions over his shoulders. “Adding some green peppers…” you said as you continued the motion. You pressed your finger tips to different spots on his shoulder in a dotting motion, “I like olives, so I’m gonna add some…”

as you continued your motions, a small smile broke out on his lips. These were the moments he missed and loved with you. These weird yet comforting moments that made his day better. “So ‘m your pizza?” He asked quietly, smile evident in his voice.

your soft hum of approval made him chuckle, a sound that always made you smile. His eyes started to droop and you repeated the motions a few more time, eventually fully falling asleep.

“Now I gotta put it in the oven.” You said as you pulled the cover over his bare back and laid beside him, nuzzling into his side. You could hear his gentle and even breaths and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Pizza’s done…”

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ghostssweetgirl · 1 year

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Reader x Ghost + König - Using them as weighted blankets

Put me in a cold room, lay them on top of me and watch me sleep fuckin' HARD bc this genuinely seems so comforting

alternate version here

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Thought you were crazy at first for asking him to do such a thing, he knew he was big and didn't want to crush you, but he eventually caved in to your pleas.

It was so cute watching his huge frame crawl on top of you nervously, ready to set down all of his weight on you.

He was quite surprised to see how much faster you fell asleep when he lay atop of you, and used the time to caress your delicate cheeks, watching your chest rise and fall in a peaceful slumber.

He spoiled you with it, resulting in you not being able to sleep worth a crap without his body weight. Weighted blankets had to do when he was deployed, but it didn't compare to the safety of his blanket over you.

Even then, it was the hardest time falling asleep without him. You stayed up too late almost every night, resorting to nighttime medications to try to make yourself sleepy.

The first thing Simon did when he arrived home in the middle of the night, was walk into your shared room, spotting you asleep, sat up against the headboard as you were waiting on him, hugging your bunched up weighted blanket. He sighed a chuckle as he took his gear off and kicked off his boots. He lay his mask on the table and slowly replaced the blanket you were snuggling with himself.

You hummed awake at the newly added weight on top of you. Your hands hug him tight as you sleepily greet him. "Baby... I missed you."

"I missed ya too, luv," your lips finally met, and just like that, the kiss deepened naturally before he pulled back. You cup his jaw, and smile at him. "I think you're rubbin' off on me, babe."

You tilted your head. "How so?"

"I'm findin' it hard to sleep if 'm not laying on you." Dammit, you were his addiction. "'M gettin' tired a'ready."

You smirked as you scooted down pulling more of his body weight on you, resting your head on an actual pillow while you stroked Simon's messy hair, hearing his soft snores as he starts drifting off. "Go to sleep," you whispered. "I love you."

König

At first he was only open to it halfway. He'd drape his leg over yours before adding weight from his chest onto you.

As he slowly moved more on top of you with his head on your chest, he kept checking to see if you were okay, if you were still breathing or having a hard time breathing.

Lots of reassurance later, he finally let all of his weight down on you.

Instantly wrapped your arms around him tightly, taking a deep breath at the peace you feel right now with the perfect amount of weight on you.

He chuckled as you stroked your nails along his toned back, soothing strokes up and down his soft skin.

It wasn't surprising for movie nights to end up like you are now, barely keeping consciousness as you're blessed with the weight of König laying on top of you as a weighted blanket. You fell asleep in the middle of the movie, your boyfriend laid between your legs, crawling up to lay across your chest.

The AC was on, and your room was the perfect coolness. The mixture of König's warm skin pressed against you and the cold air relaxed you. Your hands instinctively tickled softly across his back muscles, soothing the both of you.

The sensation had König's eyes fluttering shut in his state of relaxation.

"You asleep, baby?"

"Nein..." he replied, but with that tone of voice, you could tell he was lying, trying to fight off the sleep overtaking him. "Trying to... relax into your touch, Meine Liebe..."

Your hands slowly start to massage his tensed muscles, furthering his relaxation. He groaned as more body weight pressed on top of you, your telltale sign of how tired he actually was.

"Baby..." you cooed with a grin across your lips. "You need to sleep, yeah?"

He didn't reply verbally, but he barely shook his head. You leaned up best you could to see his face, eyes closed, mouth agape as he slightly drooled onto your tank top. You chuckled, rubbing a tuft of hair as you laid your head back, soon to fall asleep yourself.

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ghostaholics · 11 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!Reader

➸ CHOKING: he doesn't squeeze that hard – just applies enough pressure the way you like it until that familiar glassy-eyed expression falls over your face, something lust-addled; he always uses his left arm, the one that's all tatted up, consists of intricate pieces he's collected over time until it's formed an elaborate black and white collage that’s inked into his skin – he enjoys seeing how you try to enclose two hands over the entirety of his muscled forearm but can't quite round off the circumference of it, not even trying to get him to pry his grip from your throat, but to keep him there and occasionally prompt him for a little bit more constriction if you need it (❝ Look so fuckin' good like this, don’t you love? ❞)

➸ FAVORITE POSITIONS: anything that can get him as deep inside you as possible, bottomed-out so that he can watch you take every thick inch of him which includes, but is not limited to

(1) mating press or any other variation of it – basically an aggressive 'missionary-style' that gives him the advantage of pile-driving into you, will try to ease your legs onto his shoulders for as long as you can handle it; also likes this because he can still see your eyes roll back in between thrusts when he just grinds into your cunt for a bit while he takes a break and plays with your clit (❝ Greedy cunt's just swallowin' me whole, innit? ❞)

(2) face-down, ass-up - has to pull on your hair a little so you bring your head up to make sure your mouth's not muffled by the pillow (he needs to hear each long, drawn-out moan he can get from you every time he brushes up against that special spot inside you); very primal and powerful, allows him the opportunity to see the arch of your back like this while he's gripping onto your hips for leverage but it's also just so fucking tight and deep (❝ You can take it all, can't you, sweetheart? Yeah, that's my girl. ❞)

➸ DIRTY TALK: typically more reserved in day-to-day conversation, had to work up to being vocal in the bedroom, which now consists of a diverse mixture of low groans, lots of swearing (fuck, shite, or whatever other word that accurately expresses everything he's feeling when he hasn't got a single coherent bloody thought at the moment), as well as any filth like

❝ Gotta stretch you out – work you open on my fingers… Y’know it’d be a shame to wreck this tight, little cunt before I’ve had my fill. ❞

❝ Can’t wait ‘til you milk every last drop of cum from my cock, love. ❞

❝ Where’d your manners go? Say ‘please.’ Let me hear you beg for it. ❞

❝ Christ, I’m gonna flood this fuckin’ cunt. ❞

❝ Do I look like I’m done? Lettin’ my cum leak out… I don’t think so sweetheart. Gotta fuck it back into you now. ❞

❝ Again – love, I'm not stopping until I get another one outta you. So be a good girl and fuckin' come for me. ❞

➸ SPITTING: has a few places he’s fond of; will lift up his mask just above his mouth in order to make it happen

(1) in your mouth, tongue held out in anticipation – he discovers that you’ve got a thing for spit play after a particularly hungry and feverish kiss that has him starving for you, swallowing down your moans, and when he pulls away there’s sort of a wet, glossy little sheen left behind on your lips that you run your tongue over; so, you ask him if he can spit in your mouth because you feel like you need more than just a kiss – he obliges because it reminds him of his cum on your tongue after he asks you where you want him to finish sometimes

(2) on your pussy – absolutely no valid reason for this other than the fact that he really likes rubbing his spit into your cunt and watching it mix with the slickness in between your legs just to make an even bigger mess than the one that’s already there

(3) in his hand, covering his palm – uses it to coat his cock with a few passes over the length of it with his fist, a few harsh tugs at his shaft and a smear of his precum at the head; doesn't really have to because you're wet enough (still wishes he had the opportunity to get you completely fucking soaked, except the circumstances won't allow it), but he's pressed for time, knows it won't be better than the natural lubrication of your own arousal and doesn't care too much since the idea of it makes him that much harder right before he slides on home into your cunt

➸ EATING YOU OUT: he loves it, needs it; heaven between your legs, groans whenever he gets a taste of you, can't resist grabbing handfuls of your ass to bring you impossibly closer to his mouth, tongue flattening and stroking and licking its way into your cunt as you rock down, hips rolling, squirming under the iron-clad grip he's got on your thighs – craves the hot slick rushing out of you, doesn't want to waste a single drop but can't control the way your orgasm liquefies into a sticky and clear wetness that paints his lips and his chin (❝ C’mere. Gonna have you make a mess on my face. ❞ )

➸ DACRYPHILIA: when you're wrought with overstimulation, so, so sensitive after he's ripped the first few orgasms from you – tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a stinging, burning sensation growing in your throat as you try to tamp it down until the first wayward drops of brackish water escape, rolling over your cheeks unsolicited not because the sex hurt but because it was too good and you can't sort out the knotted tangle of emotions you harbor for simon; he asks in a rough and hoarse voice if you're okay, brushes the tears away in a questioning gesture with scarred knuckles until you admit exactly what the cause is, which elicits a deep moan from him signaling that he might just give you another reason to cry

➸ TEASING: rubs the head of his cock against the entrance of your awaiting cunt, back and forth, slowly, just so he can hear you whining impatiently for him to put it in because you hate the feeling of being empty; maybe you should ask nicely, try being polite – it might be the solution to putting an end to your misery

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