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Up late right now thinking about how secret admirer!Ghost knew he was fucked from the moment he laid his eyes. You were just too warm. From the sweet treats you always had, that softer tone you spoke in off-base, to the way your voice melted his insides. What made it worse was having you as a medic on the team. It’s not like he couldn’t work around you- quite the opposite. He works harder to stay out of your infirmary. But when he does come in, He speaks in grunts and nods, this sent the wrong message and left you to ask Price for a transfer or to stay back on missions. When asked why, you explain how you think you are causing an issue between the team - Price laughs at you. Why? Because he knows that at every chance he gets, Simon has the rest of the 141 give him a checkup on how you are doing. And if something is ever wrong - suddenly a beautiful bouquet of your favorite arraignment of flowers or snacks suddenly ends up at your door with no note. And if somebody is wrong well.. let’s say you get the last laugh helping them fix a broken nose or jaw.

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Ghosts in the family

Synopsis - aka all the times The Riley siblings have talked about eachother, and all the times Soap should’ve connected the dots but didn’t see the constellation.

cw/tags - MDNI 18+ making out, grinding, no piv or smut guys sorry, swearing, mentions of female anatomy, military inaccuracies, fanon versions of cod characters, threats, mild violence, mentions of guns, innuendos, etc. you’re dealing with grown men in the military that is your warning

Pairing - Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Afab!Riley!Reader, John Price x Riley!Reader (Platonic)

Author's note - Soap is about 26, Reader is 24, Tommy is the name of Simon’s canon younger brother who later scares him with masks and anyways, just beware of that background. Pt.2 of this au, just this just shits and giggles background for later bc I dont know how to flesh out that cliffhanger I left in my Drabble, see you at the bottom! - Moon

Requests are open!

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1. Simon knew that Johnny’s intention wasn’t to piss him off, but yet he still managed to feel a migraine pool behind his eyes. All day, every mission just asking question after question. Simon wondered if this is what it was like to have a stable home. All he had was you from day one his baby sister. His lips jerk upward before he cuts off the muscle reflex of what we know as a smile. He’d rather keel over and die than let Johnny see his eyes krinkle.

“I have a sister.” He grumbles. Everyone in the truck goes silent. Johnny’s jokes stop, Gaz smirks to himself, even Price manages to watch through the rearview mirror.

“Really? And you waited so long to tell me. Oh my god what’s the like. Oh is she pretty- wait don’t answer that, that’s weird if you agree…” Simon sighs to himself as he tunes out Johnny again. Oh he wishes holiday would come faster.

2. Holiday was tough. Even worse was being stuck alone over holiday break because your only family was stuck in an operation. Especially since you just got the news after putting up Christmas decoration.

“Really Simon? I got football on the telly, your presents are all wrapped” you whined. Simon grinned under his balaclava, oh how he wished he could be there to receive your annual gag gift.

“I know I know I know, assignment came late and everyone else has families to go home to so I just suggested myself-“ he tried to calm you down knowing this would only add gasoline.

“Dammit Si, I’m your family too! Im gonna give you a new buzz cut when you get home at the rate you’re going with all these sudden plans.” Your voice cracked at his name, you know he didn’t mean to break your heart. But Simon couldn’t bare to see Johnny, Price, or Gaz not go home to their big happy families.

“Yeah I know. Im yer brother. No getting out of that one.” He said. “Why don’t you stay with Price again this year. You know he loves you around”

“Because he is the only friend of yours that I’ve met-“

“Yeah you’ll meet the guys someday. promise.”

“Maybe for this holiday present?”

“Maybe.“

“yeah yeah yeah. I love you Si”

“Love you too, and I hope that second date of yours goes well this Friday” oh if only he knew how well that date went with your mysterious Scottish man.

3. “I thought you said you don’t kiss on the second date” Johnny grinned into your lips. Your hands all in his hair.

“Only if they don’t show promise” you remarked back. You could feel his bulge grinding through your pants in the back of this telephone booth. A soft groan leaving his lips as Johnny responded

“Oh so I show promise.” You could practically hear the grin as his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, the slight friction of his scruff following as he moved aside your dogtags.

“Yeah promise that if you don’t hush up, you won’t be getting anything” you quipped back as equally as smug

“Thought you were gonna call that brother of yers” he slurred back as he smelled your perfume. The man practically drooling as your nails trailed down his neck scratching. If he had a tail it’d be whipping the air. A whimper passing through the air as his bulge caught the right part of your fabric rubbing your clit in a delightful direction

“he can wait, I have something else to call for now” you said as you opened the door of the telephone booth and whistled (or yelled if you can’t) as loud as you could do to call a taxi. Johnny had a light in his eye that he never thought would spark until he met you.

Soon you would find out later that Simon actually COULD wait and he did, 12 whole hours he stayed up staring at your apartment door to be let in - fresh on holiday too. Maybe being motormouth’d by Johnny into the window of a hummer didn’t sound so bad now

4. Simon kept a photo of you and him in his pocket everywhere that you went. I mean everywhere. No matter the place. And a lighter too incase he was captured by enemies so as to not compromise his location. But it was a photo from a holiday in France. You were both pillow fighting in the bed. Messy hair, toothless grins, back when Mummy was alive and Daddy hadn’t shown his true colors. Tommy took that picture,. Simon holds it to remind him what he’s fighting for.

“Oh is that yer little sister, she’s missin a few teeth there” Johnny grins looking over the sniper’s shoulder.

“You’re about to miss some bones if you ask about my sister again” Simon growls. fuck. Johnny is the last person he needs around his sister. It’s not like Johnny was a womanizer - he was the opposite. Johnny was perfection. He was from a happy home, a stable home, a place where you wouldn’t have to remember what happened at that old house. It scared Simon to death imagining you forgetting about him. Then he’d really be alone.

“She must’ve gotten the good genes.” Gaz pipes into the coms, what an instigator.

“Wonder what she looks like in jeans” Soap hummed as he cleaned out his gun.

Ghost hummed to himself as he secretly folded up the photo and put it right back in the pocket over his heart. Maybe you could wait another year before meeting them.

Authors note - I made a part 2, this is unedited. Im so tired. I will flesh more of this out before I take another break I promise!! Xoxo - Moon

simon riley x fem! reader

nsft, mdni! ✰ fem! anatomy, religion (reader is alluded to be religious; wears a cross necklace), corruption, dom! simon, (slightly) mean simon, but the man loves you & he never means what he yaps about at the end of the day so it’s okay!

click here for part two!!

“oh my god— oh- oh my god!”

it’s the only phrase on your mind, the only thing you have the brain capacity to scream out as you continuously register it, the feeling of that thick fucking cock impossibly deep in your tummy, gracelessly forcing itself in and out as you lie there underneath your boyfriend and continue to helplessly take it.

the only thing that registers in your ears- alongside the increasingly loud ringing from everything becoming so overwhelming, too overwhelming- is the repeated and obscenely lewd *plap! plap! plap!* sound of him fucking into you senselessly, mixed with your own whimpers and moans as well as his very rare but occasional groans.

you can’t think. the only thing you can keep doing is cry out to your god, any god up there pitifully looking down at you as simon continues his loving onslaught on you, refusing to relent for even a second.

“mmmm god- god si-m-mon!” you can barely even cry out his name, hiccuping on the two syllables as your eyes roll back into your head again, just when you thought you’d managed to stabilise your vision.

you don’t even realise that one of simon’s large, sweaty palms has landed on that oh-so-sacred crucifix necklace you still wore around your neck, cross sitting faithfully right above your sweaty breasts, as his fingers squeeze unthinkably hard around the damn thing— almost like he’s trying to squeeze all of the holiness, all of the divinity and virtue out of it. out of you.

almost like you didn’t deserve to wear such a righteous thing— not while doing something so sinful, with an absolute devil of a man; one you shouldn’t have even given the time of day to in the first place.

you blindly cry out to your god all over again for the millionth time when simon hits right into that golden little spot of yours inside, the one that has you gushing all over him and seeing stars, and he just snickers at the sound, darkly; amusedly.

“god— oh my g-god- si—“ the mention of the big man upstairs all over again for the nth time is what causes him to lose his fucking mind with you, your attempt to cry out simon’s name immediately cut off by him when he pulls your delicate little cross chain away from your sternum and shoves it straight into your parted lips, forcing you to suck on the dainty thing before he pushes his large palm right over your mouth. your eyes widen and your body trembles as he muffles you, especially when you’re met with the sight of how smug and triumphant he looks in response, all while continuing to fuck you senselessy.

“not god, dove. don’t you fucking dare.” he growls, punctuating his second last word with an especially deep thrust that has your thighs trembling and your eyes rolling so much further back into your skull, so sinfully.

“he’s not gonna save you now, mm?”

a/n- I ALREADY HAVE A PART TWO WRITTEN I HAD TO CUT THIS IN HALF and part two is so much more filth but idk if i should post it or leave this as it is, please lmk if you do want a pt2 because if enough people ask i’ll definitely be unleashing it out into the world!

© sugarmeowe 2024. please do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own, or share to any third party sites!!

simon riley x fem! reader

nsft, mdni! ✰ fem! anatomy, heavy themes of religion (reader is alluded to be religious; wears a cross necklace), corruption, slight degradation, dom! simon, mean simon, choking, light slapping, brief mentions of simon’s childhood & father.

this is a part two to my previous fic, click here for part one— enjoy! :-)

“dirty girl like you doesn’t deserve this.” he grumbles, popping the necklace out of your mouth again, tiny strings of drool still connecting the precious cross to your lips as he makes quick work of slapping his palm back across your lips. he was smart; smart enough to know that you’d cry or try your hardest with that fucked-out little brain of yours to argue back, if he didn’t.

unintentionally letting out a out a strained grunt at the muffled moans and incoherent sounds still leaving you, he pulls, and pulls, beginning to tug on your chain increasingly hard- almost like he’s trying to kill you, even as he continues to pound you senseless. literally fucking you like he hates you, like he’s trying to prove it as a point even if it’s the last goddamn thing he does in his life.

it’s comical, really. simon could never hate you. not his sweet, gentle girl, apple of his eyes, angel of his dreams. but that’s just the thing.

you were an angel. the very same thing simon was always taught by his far too inebriated father that he would never get the privelege of coming near, ever, in his goddamn bastard life. the very same thing that the viscious, twisted man would always teach him, in slurred words, that simon never deserved to stand next to, no matter how much he grew, no matter how good of a man he could become.

it was embedded in his head that he was never worthy of an angel. he didn’t deserve the sacrality, the religion that your love to him felt like. he was a dirty, bastard boy, raised by an atheist who taught him he was never worthy of even looking at the gods— and yet here he was, with a young one now offering herself to him so freely.

he didn’t deserve it.

it felt like a joke. he felt like a joke.

so he was going to prove a point, and fuck you like he was trying to kill the religion that he didn’t deserve to experience, the religion you always shared with him- the divinity that was your love- single-handedly.

but it backfires.

of course it fucking does.

it backfires on the delirious, fucked-out, downright pussydrunk mess of a man when you whimper through his heavy palm, still clasped over your mouth, and your eyes begin to cross, plush thighs of yours wrapped around his torso beginning to tremble- violently. and he obviously knows what it means. he’s experienced it too much by now, had the privilege of witnessing and relishing in your telltale sign. he knew your body, had committed it to memory better than any piece of divine scripture any of the scholars could study.

he lets out a needy moan of his own, low and drawled out, as he feels your impossibly tight, gooey little cunt clench around his cock like your life depended on it, only momentarily feeling guilt for how meanly he had just spoken to you as his love for you begins to pour through.

but the man still can’t think. and his lips are so loose, so, incredibly loose, as his own brain begins to go dumb and mushy, mirroring yours, making every single thought begin to spill from his head as he gets off to the fact that you were getting off. you were close— and therefore, so was he.

“dumb- fucking— fuuuuck, baby— cry out to your god again.” he snarls at you, his face lowering to hover over yours, that handsome and downright broken visage of a man- of a ghost- being the only thing in your vision. all you can do is let out another choked whimper as he begins to slam so much harder, deeper, into you, your dumb little brain barely managing to process his command-

until he moves his hand down from your mouth to instead wrap around your throat, finally giving you that breath of air your body was so pathetically fighting for after all this time. all you can register is thick, steel-like fingers beginning to squeeze around your neck as he snarls at you again.

“beg. beg for god, love. beg. or i won’t- fuck- won’t let you cum, yeah?”

it takes you so much strength to even make sense of his words, in all the delirium and pleasure you’re lost in as your body processes nothing but the weight of his body and the delicious pounding of his perfect fucking cock inside of you. but you force yourself to understand. because there’s tears already prickling your eyes, and your skin feels like it’s on fire, and you know you won’t last that much longer.

and you know that tonight could be an endless night of being fucked dumb by him until he pulls out right when you’re about to climax, repeatedly, until the sun rises, if you don’t do what he says.

you know from experience.

“g-g-god-“ the hoarse sound somehow escapes your lips, amidst your heavy gasps for air as simon squeezes only slightly harder, giving you that perfect pressure around your neck that empties your head out entirely and makes your cunt gush. the sound is obscenely audible, causing the both of you to moan out once again in unison as you both register it, that disgustingly wet and repeated squelch of your pussy echoing through the room as simon continues to pound his girl senseless.

he coos at your begging, a crooked smirk growing on his face, before his other hand moves to give your cheek the tiniest of slaps, his brows furrowing in ecstasy once again when he registers you clench at the action. he didn’t even need to tease you about that. it wasn’t new to him that you liked this treatment from him. he’d known already by now that his angel was so, so tainted with filth and sin, only a fraction of the amount he was also stained with.

“louder.” he decides to utter out instead, relenting for a moment on your throat and letting his grip get lighter so that you have a proper chance of begging for him. for god. for both at the same time, maybe. you didn’t even know by now. you just needed to cum.

“g-god- si- p-please-“ you begin to slur out, reaching that phase of unintelligible babbling that simon absolutely adored from you. “p-please- b-baby- god… need to cum, please, si.” you try your hardest to continue pleading amidst the rhythmic moans and yelps of pleasure your brain was automatically letting out, the band in your belly impossibly close to snapping already as you continue to beg.

“p-please- si-mon- god— god.” you don’t even know if you’re calling him the title, at this point. you’re too fucked out to comprehend the blasphemy, the sin. all you know is he has so much power over you right now, and you’re practically helpless, under his mercy as you beg and pray for him to be kind to you.

what difference was there to a real god, anyway?

a sob-like moan leaves you as your thighs continue to tremble, harder, and your hands helplessly begin to flail out, pawing at him, desperately begging with your eyes and your face and the few tears that have slid down your cheeks as well as with your cunt, for mercy.

and he relents. grants you that salvation, as he continues to slam himself into you, the mild slaps of his balls against your clit finally sending you to paradise.

“fuck- can’t-“ he slurs, just as mindless as you. maybe worse. “can’t get enough of you, fucking angel- take it, take it, fucking take it-“ he babbles out, the gravel and timbre in his voice sending you reeling as you let out a final scream before letting go.

salvation. oblivion. you didn’t know what to call it.

all you knew was you forgot about everything and everyone, any deity in the sky, apart from the giant monster of a man still right on top of you as you gush and tremble and cry, fireworks going off in your body when he finally, mercifully grants you that climax.

simon’s a weak man, and it’s why he follows straight after you, nothing but weak groans and even a small whimper leaving his lips as he shoots his load straight into your belly before slumping his heavy frame down onto yours.

there’s nothing anymore, no sounds in the room, no lewd squelches or screams or prayers and cries, nothing but heavy breathing and panting, shaky little moans and gasps for air as the two of you come down from it, together.

it takes you a long, long time to recover. takes you a good few minutes to finally become verbal, to finally process the world around you again as you lie there in the bed you’ve just been so beautifully ruined in, simon’s head resting against the cushy padding of your chest as his body pants on top of yours.

when your brain manages to formulate words again, simple things, after it regains its first few braincells or so, all you manage to whisper out is short and weak—

“…i’m going to hell.”

simon chuckles, genuinely amused at the statement, before planting a few tender kisses on each of your breasts, an almost reverencing sigh leaving his lips as he grins up at you.

“yeah, well… either way, love… i’ll still be there with you.”

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a/n- i really really REALLY like how this came out :3 please please give me some feedback, i’d really appreciate it a lot as a new writer on this site!! anyways yeah i really love religious themes in dirty fics & smut if u couldn’t tell already by now, there’s just something so beautiful about it and all of the underlying religious metaphors, coming from an ex-religious believer hehehehe ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

More anal sex with Simon please ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ like I love when you work your magic

Thank you my love <3 more anal it is ;)

Anal Warning

You’re a whining mess, rim stuffed full of Simon’s cock, the stickiness of the lube slipping in between your folds as you choke on the air, heavy hand sliding around your complacent throat as your boyfriend grunts out behind you.

Full balls slap against you as your body succumbs to how full you are, slaps of skin filling the room as the stench of arousal fills the air, clouding your vision as you hiccup out a moan.

“Needy little slut for me ain’t you?”

You cried out as his degrading words, his thrusts meeting you at a bruising pace as calloused hands smoothed across prickling skin. You were so full, his cock so deep inside your ass, tight hole sucking him in further.

“Si-“ you gasped into the air as he continued his relentless pace.

“Who owns this fucking ass?”

“Y-You.”

“That’s right, all fucking mine,” he grunted as he thrusted back in, cum spurting from his cock in thick loads as you whined, body giving way underneath his touch.

Love this so much. 😭

cat distribution system but make it simon and the catgirl that follows him home

he really tried to shoo you off when you tried to follow him but you didn’t seem to afraid of him, even when he stomped his heavy boot in your direction and glared at you. all you did was swish your tail in response and continued to pad along a few steps behind him

you purred and nudged your head against him, giving him your best innocent eyes so he’ll let you in and give you a warm place to sleep for the night but he just slams the door in your face with a scowl

he doesn’t feel guilty about it until later that night when he sees you shivering and trembling in the rain, still sat right outside his door. ears flattened to your head and your tail curled around yourself in a sad attempt to stay warm

simon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before begrudgingly opening the door,

“In.” is all he says to you and you don’t need to be told twice, desperate to be off the cold, dark and mean streets even if for a couple of hours

“you’re out in the mornin’.” he grumbles, throwing a cushion from the couch at your feet along with a flimsy blanket

clearly that wasn’t good enough for you, seeing as he wakes up the next morning with a weight on his chest. he peeks down to see you sprawled out on top of him, soft purrs leaving your throat as you knead your sharp nails into his burly chest :(

deadpool!ghost (a playlist)

gang... went and saw deadpool vs wolverine today. opening instantly had me thinking of ghost, even tho i'm a price girlie at heart.

STILL TAKE YOU HOME - arctic monkeys (DON'T FEAR) THE REAPER - blue oyster cult CARELESS WHISPER - george michael BASTARD - motley crue BOOGIE WOOGIE WOO - insane clown posse GOLD DIGGER - kanye west, jamie foxx FUCKIN' IN THE BUSHES - oasis CHANGE (IN THE HOUSE OF FLIES) - deftones WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE - guns n' roses CREEP - radiohead SABOTAGE - beastie boys DEALER - lana del rey FAKE TALES OF SAN FRANCISCO - arctic monkeys ANDREW IN DRAG - the magnetic fields THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD - nirvana (a david bowie cover) WICKED GAMES - HIM ACE OF SPADES - motorhead HOKUS POKUS - insane clown posse

ok wtv this took way too long my spotify is here if you wanna follow. some of these are more based on simon and some more on deadpool but they work together ok? ok.

Yesyesyesyesyesyesplease I will give you my firstborn-

Simon Riley was given a bad hand when he was born. His father abused him and his mother, he had to learn how to steal to get by, and by the time he was twelve, the knights in the kingdom knew where to drop him off after he was caught stealing for the hundredth time. 

But as Simon got older, as he grew out of his lanky and awkward stage, he started defending himself and his mother. But when he was thirty, and his father nearly killed his mother, Simon saw red, and then everything was a blur until he stood in front of the Princess of the kingdom, waiting for his fate. 

So, you can imagine Simon’s confusion when the Princess asked him his side of the story, how his father died. And Simon spoke truthfully. 

Next thing he knew, the Princess was shouting at her order of chivalry. Demanding why she wasn’t told the whole story. Before she apologised to Simon, and although she couldn’t legally let him go, she decided that Simon would be her bodyguard, serve his sentence that way.

Should I make this into an actual fic because I totally will

I did a thing-

The 242 and the 141! (+Danger squad ( I think))

I got Laswell, Maha, Soap, Maha's Guardian, Gaz, Celina MacTavish (in-law), other MacTavish (cousin), Ghost, Roach, James Alexia, Rose Trisha, Bread/Ocean Kei, me, Yemquir Kei (ex husband), Mar, Mark-John, Jackson Lewis, Ensign Marco(?) and the traitor John 'Damic' Mets

my god i am having inappropriate thoughts about mr simon riley.. here u go take it

tags: blowjob, head m! receiving, ghost has a bad mission

he had just returned from a particularly difficult mission. he’s got plenty of stress pent up. so when you’re in lying in your shared bed and he slams the bedroom door, you know you’re in for it.

“rough mission, handsome?”

god did that nickname make his cock twitch in his pants. he effortlessly undresses himself. you watch him carefully. the heavy steps he takes toward the bed, chest heaving up and down like he’s fucking rabid. he slides his boxers down and looks down at you. you drool at the sheer size and girth of him. you’ve felt him so many times but you’ll never get used to it. he aligns his tip with your mouth and groans as you take him right in.

you try to take a moment and get used to his size, but he unexpectedly pushes himself down your throat. causing you to gag around his cock and making him bury himself deeper.

“such a fucking whore, look at how you let me use you how i want. like your depend on my cock”

his words make you throb. you can feel yourself growing more and more aroused. your brain is getting hazy and you’re feelin dizzy. you attempt to push at his thighs to get air but he won’t budge. your muffled sobs are overpowered by his groans.

“can’t take it? that’s too bad baby, ‘cause i’m not stopping”. as soon as he finishes his sentence he’s fucking into your throat like an animal. at least you can get some short breaths in now. you can tell he’s getting close by the way he twitches in your mouth and tugging your hair. you’re obsessed with the feeling of him.

he shoves himself down your throat before cumming down your throat murmuring a line of praises

“did so good, makin m’ feel so good baby. taking my cum like you can’t breathe without it”.

you swallow it all. taking a massive breath of air as he pulls out your throat for good tonight. he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before flipping you over in your tummy.

this was far from over

141 + konig reactions to seeing reader in thigh highs?

141 n koni babys reaction to seeing u wearing thigh highs

nsfw under cut you’ve been warned

john price is a simple man. even old fashioned, if you will. so he does what any normal man would do. sat you on the bed and began kissing down your thigh all the way to your ankle. savoring how beautiful your skin looked in the elegant fabric. he eventually began leaving sloppier kisses against your inner thighs. by the time he got to your dripping heat, the lacy garments were off.

simon riley basked in the sight for about a minute before tearing them off. something about how gorgeous your thighs looked drove him insane. your legs are fully spread apart, taking his full length as if your life depended on it. while tears are forming at your eyes due to his sheer size, he scolds you. he scolds you for wearing such a slutty thing, basically asking to get ravaged.

johnny mactavish tried his best to ignore the fact you had been walking around your shared kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of white thigh highs. the way the delicate material wrapped around your thighs made his cock twitch needily. you stood over the countertop making a simple lunch for your boyfriend, johnny let his arms snake around your waist and let his hands wander. he began softly humping you through his sweatpants, whining for you to come to the bedroom.

kyle garrick tried his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice that sexy lingerie sitting atop of your thighs. but he did. he noticed it all. the way you shuffled between him and the coffee table when the two of you were watching a movie, ass moving right across his face. the way you had sat on his lap while texting your friends back, ignoring the way his throbbing dick was proding against you. he eventually gave in. bending you over the sofa and softly lecturing you about how it’s naughty to tease him all day while wearing tight lingerie around the house.

poor könig couldn’t contain himself for that long. the way your thighs looked so perfect killed him. he pulled you onto his lap facing him. whining about how you made him so needy by wearing something so cute. he used giant hands to rock your hips back and forth on his hard length, leaning down to your ear whispering about how he’s fuck you stupid while watching the lacy fabric hug your plump thighs

heyy

im in luv with your blog. such a slayland💅🎀💗💖

briefly i just wanted to request headcanon for simon ghost riley with s/o who wanna go to victoria's secret with him and when they got home, she gives him show in cute underwears that she got.

love youu

STAWPP ur so right

he would def play build-a-bear with you. and then make you try everything on as soon as you get home. si would def admire you for a minute or two, just watched how perfectly your body sits the red lace set he got. he’d take you by the hips and sit you on his lap. he’d be a tease and slowlyyyy undress you, complimenting you endlessly.

Funniest shit I've ever read 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Soap reclined against the back of the metal wall of the plane, eyes dragging from each member of the team until they landed on her. She, oddly enough wasn’t sitting like the others were, contemplating the mission and the risks. In her hands was a small book, about the size of a cigarette holder, perhaps a religious book, but he’d never known her to pray or be religious outright; then again, she wasn’t very open about many things of herself either.

Her eyes drew along the pages, quietly turning them, occasionally shifting with the movement of the plane and he heard lowly, “Keep staring at her like that and she’ll think you like her.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and merely retorted, “Would that be such a bad thing, Lt.?”

Ghost chuckled. “She’ll eat your heart out, Soap.”

“If it’s her, that doesn’t sound like a bad way to go.” He shifted his foot and tapped along the ground, loud enough for her to cock an eyebrow to acknowledge the motion. “Whatcha reading?”

She flipped a page. “A book detailing the capture, trials, and deaths of women during the Salem Witch Trials.”

Soap blinked, eyebrows furrowing together. “…Why?”

“She’s tryna figure out why they didn’t catch her back then,” Ghost chirped and her eyes rose from the page to meet his, knowing he was smirking behind that stupid mask of his.

“Don’t take the bait,” Price muttered beside her, arms crossed over his chest, and she was almost prepared to let it go. But, she also remembered that Ghost ate the last of her chocolate chip poptarts before they left.

She went back to her book and rattled off, “Ghost can’t play golf. We went to a putt-putt one time and I’ve never seen a man so competent in the art of war be so terrible at hitting a ball.”

Ghost spluttered as Soap snickered.

“He snores like an old dog and drools in his sleep.” She flipped another page. “One time we were on a mission in Baghdad, and he wasn’t paying attention and ran into a wall. Broke his radio from the impact.”

“I did not,” Ghost hissed.

“He cried watching Where The Red Fern Grows.”

“WHO WOULDN’T?!” he snapped. “SHE DIES OF A BROKEN HEART AFTER HER BROTHER!”

“One time he ate a box of fiber bars to recover from a hangover and he shit himself in the middle of the store.”

“Alright! I get it! I’m sorry!” he griped and she smiled to herself as she quieted down and went back to her book.

For a few moments, silence enveloped the group in the plane, then Soap asked, “Did you really shit yourself?”

“Shut. Up.”

Bonding Ch. 1

Ghost x Reader (gn)

A story in which you, ghost and soap go on a mission, a mission that was supposed to be in and out. But after the squad was ambushed, you and ghost are kidnapped. While trying to get out, you both get incredibly close. (The character representing you in the story goes by gender neutral pronouns)

CW: torture, violence, guns, interrogation, friends to lovers, nsfw, 16+ please

Multiple chapters

In the beginning, Ghost was as aloof with you as he was with everyone else in the squad. Never one to hold back on the dad jokes and friendly banter, he was always still just as reserved and just as mysterious.

Although, there seemed to be a new development between you and Ghost. Soap and the others noticed how Ghost would always prefer to sit next to you when traveling to and from missions; also noticing how he would grunt in annoyance if he couldn’t. They noticed when everyone was holed up in a safe house, how he would spare you a quick glance now and again in passing.

Yes, Ghost does care for everyone in the squad, but those small actions and others seemed to point that the mysterious British man might care slightly more for you in particular.

Currently, you and the rest of the squad were in the base’s cafeteria, everyone talking amongst each other except for Ghost, as the usual. You always tried to include Ghost into the conversation, sometimes asking for his input or his advice. Usually you only got a, “it’s stupid”, or, “I don’t think it’s that hard to believe.”

On the outside, Ghost looked unfazed, as always, but inside he thought you were the sweetest, too sweet for someone of his past, so sweet he was scared to get a taste; a taste he craved in the morning and into the night.

Today after you all finished eating, you would all be sent off on a quick mission. Infiltrate a Russian base, hack into their database to find out their future plans and how to counter them. A simple in and out.

But this simple in and out, would be anything but.

Getting up, you put your tray away and waved at the others, saying you would meet them in the plane before turning around to see Ghost looking at you.

“I still don’t believe soap actually managed to sleep with that girl, she’s like a B list model!” You chuckled, now walking down the hall with Ghost next to you.

You gave him a side glance before continuing, “have you ever screwed a model, ghost?” You asked, now looking up at him a little longer while you two walked.

He continued to look forward though, his voice unreadable. “Is that your business, Spirit?” You internally blushed, you always loved the way he said your code name in his accent.

You cleared your throat, “I’m just trying to get to know you a bit more Lieutenant, that’s all.” Right after you finished your statement, still looking up at Ghost, you felt his hand quickly grab your waist and move you to the other side of his body.

You failed to notice that because you weren’t looking where you were going, you nearly ran into an open door.

You swallowed hard, Ghost’s hand now retreating back to his side as you felt the phantom touch of his warm hands still on your side.

“Watch where you’re going Spirit, I can’t be your eyes all the time.”

You rolled your eyes, “well you’ll have to be on this mission soon. Watch and learn from a real hacking professional.”

You two were approaching the plane, the back opened as you two walked up; putting on your gear before sitting down and buckling in, Ghost following and sitting next to you; holding onto a sniper rifle close to his chest.

While you were going to hack into their computer system, soap would be escorting you there, and Ghost would scope out the exterior or through the few windows the Russian base had.

There was quiet banter between the squad, you and Ghost exchanging quick glances now and again.

———

“Nice and easy you two.” Ghost’s voice crackles through the radio, his scope following you and Soap as you both snuck in through a window.

“Nice easy my ass.” Soap grumbled back, walking slightly backwards to watch your back as you both slowly made your way to the room that had the computer you needed.

“I thought your ass liked it hard and rough,” you joked, chuckling under your breath. Soap made a gagging motion and bumped your shoulder with his gun.

Ghost left out a heavy exhale from his nose, which you guess was the closest you’d get for a laugh.

You felt warm inside, always seeking Ghost’s approval and being able to make him laugh filled you with pride.

Finally you made it to your destination, Soap staying put right on the other side of the door.

In the room there were many monitors, but one in the center. You sat down on the swivel chair that sat in front of the desk, and when you powered up the monitor, it asked for a password.

You took out a flash drive from a side pocket, unzipping the pocket and inserting the flash drive into the back of the main monitor.

After a few seconds, the password appeared in the inbox, once you clicked enter a “welcome” appeared on the screen with a loading wheel just below.

Once you were in, you clicked a button and spoke into the radio.

“Price, I’m in. Say the word and I’ll get what we need.”

A few seconds you heard Price’s voice, “good work Spirit, I can see the screen here. Go for it.”

The flash drive held a Trojan that could share the screen with an outside party.

You coded the Trojan to show the screen of whatever computer you hooked it to, to Price’s computer all the way back to base live.

This way there was no chance of losing the flash drive that holds the information needed, now all that was needed was Price recording his screen, saving the video recording, and taking the necessary information to the necessary people.

As you were sharing the Russian’s plans live with Price, your conversation was interrupted by Ghost’s grumbling but slightly concerned voice.

“Russians coming in. At least fifteen. Wait hold on-“ a few seconds later he chimed back in, “now at least eleven.”

Right after you also heard Soap knocking on the door, “I hear em coming! Hurry up Spirit!”

Fifteen seconds later you heard shots coming from Soap and the Russians who slowly made their way towards you both.

The sound of a smoke bomb went off, along with Ghost’s voice informing you both that there was an opening on the side of the building that looked clear.

Soap had already ran for said opening, trusting you would be right behind him. And you tried to be, but when you went to open the door it wouldn’t budge.

Jammed. You were stuck.

“Spirit where are you?” Soap yelled through the radio, just making it out of the building.

“Twenty more- seventeen more coming in through the front. Both of you are out yeah?” Ghost asked cooly.

“Spirit isn’t with me!” Soap yelled through comms.

Ghost’s heart dropped, sweat began to form on his forehead and palms. He knew you were a capable soldier, you wouldn’t be in the squad if you weren’t. But that was too many for anyone on their own.

“Leaving the eagle’s nest. I’m coming down to personally assist.”

Soap was holding onto every word, just waiting to hear you.

“I’m still here,” your voice came through, both men sighing in quick relief. “The door is stuck, they can see me in here. I only have my pistol.”

You were more of a computer person than a combat one, so when you did go on missions you usually only had a pistol or some smaller gun unless a bigger one was called for. This mission, it didn’t call for it.

“I can take out a few from the small window once they eventually break it. But I need help.”

“And help you shall get Spirit.” Ghost responded.

Soap had rounded a corner, looking down the hall where you were holed off, Russian after Russian yelling angrily as they try to get the door open.

One spotted him and pointed, and soon five soldiers were all shooting down the hallway at Soap.

Ghost entered the building through the front, sniping soldier after soldier through the chest and head before also being spotted.

Soon after one Russian soldier yelled out a word and through something at Ghost.

He wasn’t dumb he knew what it was.

Just as the grenade landed on the ground, the soldiers got the door open.

Both men on your squad heard your screams and pistol shots, threats and swears rapidly leaving your mouth.

Soon you were tased, rendering you stiff and helpless; one solider hoisted you up, and another came and knocked you out with the butt of his gun.

Ghost was too preoccupied with the grenade, it going off in the middle of your predicament, it was enough to knock him on his ass, his ears ringing, and his mind rattled. He could hear your muffled screaming and threats, angry Russian men yelling over each other, and Soap on the radio asking what to do.

On autopilot, Ghost said into the radio, “leave. Now. Base.”

Soap did as he was told, under the impression that ghost had it under control, like he always did. But he didn’t.

Ghost leaned on a wall as he slowly got up, realizing he was more fucked than he realized.

As he looked up, he saw he was surrounded by Russian soldiers, one holding you bridal in his hands.

Ghost felt fury as he saw you in another man’s arms, not that he was mad at you for it. He was mad it was anyone but him holding you.

The soldier’s noticed Ghost clenching his fist and reach for his gun, but they knew he was too disoriented.

One soldier quickly stood forward and delivered a nauseating punch to Ghost’s gut, making the tall British man stumble to his knees, soon after also being knocked out by the butt of a gun.

Neither did you both know how much hell you were going to endure. And how incredibly close it would make the two of you.

Bonding Ch. 2

Ghost x Reader (gn)

A story in which you, ghost and soap go on a mission, a mission that was supposed to be in and out. But after the squad was ambushed, you and ghost are kidnapped. While trying to get out, you both get incredibly close. (The character representing you in the story goes by gender neutral pronouns)

CW: torture, violence, guns, interrogation, friends to lovers, nsfw, 16+ please (THIS CHAPTER IS HEAVY ON THE TORTURE PLZ BE AWARE)

Multiple chapters

First there was the darkness, then the pain, the throbbing ache in your head lulled you awake. Next was the feeling of rope, the course sensation wrapped around your arms, legs, and across your stomach.

You finally opened your eyes, focusing finally after a moment and you began to look around your surroundings.

You were bound to a metal chair bolted to the floor, the room you were kept in was lit by fluorescent lights, their loud buzzing not helping the pounding in your head.

The floor and walls were all a sickly off white color, made of concrete and cold tile below your feet.

You tried to steady your breathing, remembering your training, you knew you’d just have to endure or find a way out. You would die before letting any information slip from your lips, praying in your head that your squad would find you before you’d have to come to terms with that proposition.

After sitting in isolation for what you assumed was a few hours, the metal door in front of you opened, three men walking inside the room. All three wore masks covering everything but their eyes, all black loose fitting clothes and gloves. One held a bucket of water and towel, another a police grade taser, the third brass knuckles.

Inside you were screaming in terror, knowing that you were in for a world of pain. But you clench your jaw and you compartmentalize your fear, you’d rather bear a painful death than put your squad in danger.

The three masked men talked quietly amongst themselves, surrounding the chair you were bound to. You didn’t understand any Russian, and even if you understood a little, they talked to fast and quiet for you to pick up and key words at all.

You wondered where soap was, ghost and the others, you hoped they were safe and ok, you hoped the whole squad was on their way to save you.

Little did you know one other member of the squad wasn’t as far away as you thought.

“You guys must be really fun at parties.” You said with a slight chuckle, wanting to at least get under their skin for your own temporary entertainment.

The man holding the taser yelled at you to what you assumed would be “shut the fuck up” the weapon inches away from your throat, turning on for only a second as a warning.

One of the others spoke, the taser now away from your throat, but a cloth now resting on your face.

A deep voice coated in Russian reverberated through the empty room.

“What did you take in computer?” He asked, the bucket he held resting above your face, threatening to spill.

“What?” You asked, genuinely a little confused and disoriented. “I didn’t take anything from your fucking computer.”

Technically, it was the truth, you didn’t take anything, just simply sharing a computer screen with your superior across the world.

Water was then poured on your face, the wet cloth covering your nose and mouth began to suffocate you for a few moments.

“Try again.” The deep voice commanded, “you know something. What did you take from computer?”

“I didn’t take anything asshole!” You yelled, thrashing in your confinements. “You’re dead you know!”

More water poured on your face right after, for longer than the last time.

You coughed and wheezes when the water stop, the cloth still suffocating you, simulating drowning.

“You are as well.” The voice spoke again, you couldn’t see it but the man then nodded to the other holding the taser.

Then, waves of electricity shot through your body, you bit your tongue until it bled, you didn’t want to give them satisfaction.

“What do you know?” Another voice spoke, it was the man holding the taser.

You took deep breaths, resting your head on the chair, you couldn’t stop the sweat forming on your body or the shaking in your breath.

You took one final breath before finally speaking again, “you won’t walk out of this place alive.”

Outside the room where you were being interrogated, there was another prisoner not far from you, in a room and confinement identical to yours. And there, sat Ghost. He had been awake far longer than you, and from the puddle of water below his feet and many bruises and cuts on his body, he was the first to be interrogated.

But he could bear it, he knew he had to get out of this place, he too was willing to die for the safety of his squad. But the true torture was hearing the echos of your screams. To hear you in such pain by the hands of scum was truly hell. The man was tense, wiggling his legs and arms in the rope. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to kill those men, get you out, and go back to the safety of the base.

He knew you would die for the squad, but he didn’t know how long you could take it. He’s been truly hollowed out by violence, torture, he has endured and see people endure the worst. You? He still considered you new, he didn’t know if you had the mental capacity like him to wallow in such anguish and pain for long amounts of time; but it’s not like he wanted you to be empty like him anyways.

Ghost always thought you were sweet, sweet for a 141 squad member anyways. He noticed how you’d try to include him in conversations, he knew you prioritized his comfort and peace of mind. He noticed and appreciated how you never pushed him to open up about personal information or his face. When you saw him get uncomfortable with a question you’d always say something like, “sorry Ghost, if you ever want to tell me on your own time, I’m here.” And a smile on your face as you looked up at him.

The tall man truly believed he just saw you as a friend, and sure he would still be set on murder if he heard anyone else from the 141 screaming in pain. But this anger? The anger he felt in this moment? He felt catatonic, like he was paralyzed in fury.

He needed to be there, he needed to make you safe. He needed to see you smile up at him. To feel you in his arms. To feel you on his skin. To feel you on his lips.

He looked all around the room he was in, seeing the mask the Russians tore off his face sitting on the floor.

Those men also needed to die for seeing his face, no one could live with that knowledge unless he let them.

Those slimy men did not have said privilege.

Ghost groaned and realized there was no way to get out except brute force, after all, Ghost is an absolute unit of pure unfiltered strength and vengeance.

He began to breath hard through his nose, gritting his teeth as he clenched his jaw hard, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he began to try and break the ropes. The veins in his arms, chest and head began to pop, his face turning red from the amount of strain he was enduring.

The heavy exhales of his nose began to be accompanied by a continued pained groan that left his throat, squeezing his eyes closed.

He had to get out. He had to help you. He had to kill. He had to-

Snap.

He felt the rope on his left wrist become a little lose, looking down he noticed he could wiggle his wrist out slightly. He then focused all of his strength and finally freed his left arm. He quickly stretched it, noticing a few marks here and there.

He untied the rest of the rope, standing up and stretching, a popping sound coming from his back.

Ghost leaned down, letting out a soft pained exhale as he picked up his mask and put it back on. He walked up to the door and it immediately opened.

“Bloody fuckin’ idiots.” He said to himself, his eyes darting down a bleak hallway, the tiles and concrete as bleak as the room he was in. He heard another scream, your scream, you sounded tired as your voice was hoarse, but a loud “fuck you!” still reverberated.

Good. You still had some fight.

As Ghost sped walked down the hallway, he saw a plethora of weapons resting on the walls on either side of him. Doors just like his all along the corridor, assuming this is where they take their prisoners, the weapons on the wall their methods of torture.

There was no time to be picky, he grabbed a crowbar and stormed down till he came to a closed door, your screams on the other side. He quietly opened the door, his eyes first fixating on you, his heart breaking, his mind swirling, his grip on the crowbar hardening.

There was blood, dry and new all over your nose, mouth and dripping from your head. A slightly swollen eye he was sure would get much worse with time, yellow and green on your cheekbone while slight hints of blue and purple already started forming on your eyelid.

Your green undershirt was soaked in water and blood, your wrists red and raw from the rope, your hair sticking to your head and neck from a mix of water and sweat.

The three Russians turned as they heard the door open, not saying a word.

You took the dignity to break the silence.

“Told ya.”

Poly Ghost & König x reader Headcanons

I’m a whore for both of these men so why not have them both at the same time

CW: nsfw headcanons below

Minors DNI

Also this isn’t proofread but I’ll probably proofread it later tho

SFW

Both of these men are usually gone together out on missions, but sometimes they are put on different missions so you can have one home while the other is gone sometimes.

When both of these men are gone on the same mission, they both talk about you in passing, wondering what you are doing, if you’re safe and alright, and how much they miss you.

One time after a mission, they were at a bar very close to their base, celebrating not only the successful mission but also the fact they were going to be on their way home back to you. The giant men were both drunk enough to slightly sway when they sat still, slurring their words. That’s when König had an idea.

König held out his military issued phone, looking down at the screen. The good thing about those phones was that neither the caller or the receiver’s location could be traced, so most soldiers used the phones to make important phone calls home after or before missions to check in with loved ones.

“I want to call them,” König slurred, groaning as he leaned his head back, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth. “They’re probably…asleep.” Ghost argued, downing the last of his beer and setting it down on the table. Ghost looked at the other man lovingly, he wanted to call you too, he missed your voice, but he knew with the time zone difference you were probably deep in sleep.

König groaned again, looking back down at the phone screen, your number on the screen ready to be called. The Austrian placed the phone screen up on the table, rubbing his face before sighing again, “f..hic..fine.” He wasn’t looking as his hand lowered to pick up the phone, both men looked down at the phone once they heard a ringing noise. Looking down, they saw König’s pointer finger directly on the call button, realizing they were calling you.

Ghost rubbed the bridge of his nose, not expecting you to pick up. But he quickly leaned closer to the phone when he heard a groggy, “hello? Who is this?” It was you. König smiled under his mask, smiling as he spoke. “H..Hi maus! We miss you so much!” Ghost gently grabbed the phone from König, speaking gently into it, you could tell both men were drunk. “Sorry..sorry doll,” Ghost began, slurring a little, “we didn’t mean to, but god we miss you.”

König leaned over the table to also speak closer to the phone, “we’re coming home s..s..soon!” Ghost smiled and rubbed the other man’s upper arm. “Go back to sleep dolly, you’ll see..hic…see us very soon.” You chuckled over the line, so happy to hear your lovers over the phone. Truth be told you didn’t care that they woke you up, you were content with finally hearing back from them. “I miss you two so much,” you confessed, “you didn’t forget about me while you’ve been out, have you?” You teased, wanting to egg them on a little.

“Of course not!” König exclaimed, “we..we talk about you all the..hic..all the time!” Ghost rubbed the other man’s arm again, trying to calm him down. “Of course not pretty..could..could never forget you.” Hearing that over the phone made you want to tear up, hearing that almost made you well up on the spot. “Alright, well, you two get some rest ok? I’ll see you back home very soon,” you sighed, stretching before you said, “I love you two very much. Come back home to me, ok?” “Love you..love you so much maus!” König began, quickly grabbing and kissing the phone screen before it was grabbed back by ghost, “Love you so much doll, we’ll always come back to you. Always.”

They’re absolutely smitten over you. Clearly.

When they do come back home, immediately it’s a mess of desperate hugs and smothering kisses, words of affirmation hung in the air. “Missed you”, “needed you,” “love you so much” and many more.

Because both of these men are so large, you’re almost always in the middle when it comes to cuddling or sleeping. Usually when it comes to watching movies and cuddling on the couch, your head is usually on König’s lap and the rest of your body on Ghost’s lap.

When it comes to sleeping, being in the middle is the most convenient. Giant arms wrapped around you and each other, not squishing you but keeping you and each other close enough where it felt like you were surrounded by literal blankets of security.

When you three go out in public together, some people assume you’re some popular celebrity, considering two 6+ feet masked men were either behind or next to you, holding your shopping bags, groceries, or simply just there. Nobody ever bothers you.

If they do step away from you and find out someone hit on you, catcalled, or made a rather inappropriate remark to you? They aren’t above taking that individual to a nearby ally and giving them a lesson on manners. As much as they love you, and as gentle and loving as they are to you, they are still very cold soldiers, and some things are just instinct or what they view as truly deserved consequences, even if they are a little violent.

There isn’t anything they won’t do for you. There isn’t anyone they won’t get rid of for you. All they want is your happiness, you showed these two men that they are deserving of something good, something forgiving and soft, you showed them that they can experience romance and compassion. And in return, they want to make you feel safe, happy, and loved. Always.

NSFW

Like my previous König hc, his pleasure is his partner(s) pleasure. If you guys are feeling good, so is he.

Ghost is sort of the same way, but he’s noticeably a bit more dominant. Poor boy has been through so much, so feeling like he has a little control when it comes to your and König’s pleasure makes him feel good.

Sometimes one will just watch as you and the other make love, and sometimes there is no power dynamic, just pure love making between you three. Desperate moans, sighs and fleeting touches. Deep groans, grabbing, and rubbing. Sometimes all three of you are so desperate you just need to feel each other.

When there is a power dynamic though, it switches. Sometimes (more often) Ghost assumes the role as the dominant one. Again, being in control is something that is comforting considering his past.

“C’mon doll, you can take it, right?” Ghost teased, holding your head down on his shaft, your nose brushing against his stomach; he groaned when he looked down and saw your glossy eyes looking back up at him. He pulled you off by your hair, then shoving your mouth down on König’s shaft not giving you a second to breathe. König’s hips twitched and shakily thrusted himself in your mouth, making you gag around him. The tall Austrian whined and looked down at you with love, then turning to look at the other masked man in the room. “S..Simon,” he began sheepishly, “I can’t hold..oh Scheiße..it’s been..half an hour.”

Ghost looked back down at you, letting go of your hair and then said, “go on. You can do it yourself, can’t you pretty?” Making you nod, placing your hands on König’s thighs and began to suck him off at your own pace. Ghost then started to jerk himself, taking his other hand and grabbed the back of König’s neck, making eye contact with the other man as he spoke, “you can cum whenever you want to, you can shoot as many loads down their throat as you want. But we don’t..oh shit..we don’t stop till I say so.” Both men’s breathes were getting heavier, Ghost now moving König’s head to look down at you.

“Look at them,” Ghost began, seeing König’s hand gently rub your head and cheek lovingly, holding himself back from grabbing your hair. “Don’t they look so..yeah..so pretty? Aren’t they so good? Yeah? Tell them how good their mouth makes you..fuck..makes you feel.” Ghost demanded, jerking himself off faster as he watched you make König twitch and lose his mind. It was going to be a long night.

If you ask nicely, both these men will take you the way you like. Taking and pounding every hole you have, unloading everything inside of you, no matter where, but always and only inside.

König will always be the more gentle one, but when he knows you want both the men do me more dominant, he will rough you up a little too.

Load moans and multi paced wet slapping could be heard in your shared room. Inside you were sandwiched between two tall and muscular men. Your legs in the air while two different pairs of arms held you up, König’s lips on the back of your neck and head, moaning and whispering in your ear. “Doing so good for me baby, you…oh yeah…can take a little more can’t you? Mein perfekter kleiner Engel? (My perfect little angel)Can’t..can’t you? Scheiße..know you can I know you can.” A hand wrapped around your throat gently, not enough to completely choke you out but enough to make you a little dizzy. “Take it mein kleines luder (my little minx), so..yeah just like..like that- so proud of you.”

König was definitely more vocal when he was the one dominating, he wanted it to be made clear in your cock drunk mind that even though he was in charge, he still wanted you to feel good. Ghost on the other hand, was just focused on leaving dark red love bites all over your body and König. All over your neck, shoulders, and chest was absolutely littered in bites and kisses. Deep crescent indents were marked into the meat of your thighs, deep and fast rhythmic thrusting taking place in between your thighs. You could tell both men were close the less rhythmic they started to get, you could also tell because Ghost was getting a little focal.

“You can take it, right doll? How many times have we unloaded in you, huh?” Ghost asked, but he knew you were too far gone to answer. “Take it, take it like the good toy you are for us.” Your moans quickly got louder, your thighs shaking as the men thrusted quicker and harder; followed by both men groaning and twitching inside you, both men leaning on you and each other as they breathed heavily, quiet “good job”, “so pretty”, “proud of you”s whispered in your ear, kissing you oh so softly.

Ghost took himself out of you, König then placing you on the bed as Ghost went to grab a warm towers for you. Both men never stopped telling you how amazing you are, how much they love you, how important you are to them. No matter how rough they are with you, no matter how long they are gone on missions, no matter how many problems arise, they will always, always love you. They will always do anything to make you happy. You have showed these mens what true unfiltered love is, and there is nothing they won’t do to make sure you are secure, safe, and loved by them.

Hi loves! Hope you enjoyed! There’s probably a few typos- sorry! Recently got my nails done so typing is a bit hard atm. I really hope you guys like this idea though of poly ghost and könig <3 lmk if you ever want to see this again!!!

I was wondering if I could do a request for a könig x f!reader x ghost where the reader has really bad ptsd from parents that were emotionally abusive and manipulative towards her, causing her to be a people pleaser and doing whatever is best for everyone else except for her? Btw I love your work! 100/10 🫶

König x Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley Fluff

Of course I can do that!! As a people pleaser myself I’m indulging from this ask rn 😈

No content warning! Mentions of anxiety and past abuse, gender neutral wording for reader to be inclusive

Since the beginning, nothing has been easy for you. Born into a world where your parents were less than ideal, often yelling at you, emotionally neglecting or manipulating you- reinforcing behavior that still effects you today. To always do acts of service for those you care for, always putting the needs of others over your own.

The last thing you’d ever want is to put your own “selfish” needs and acts above your own, even when a situation calls for you to be “selfish”. Being in a relationship with two men, specifically two men whose job calls for them to be in constant danger and new wounds makes those behaviors be enabled tenfold.

Everytime your boys come home, you always clean the house from head to toe the day before, almost making it so clean one would think no one even lives in it. After all, “I don’t want them to come home to a dirty home they can’t relax in.” You’d say to yourself. Then when they do come home, you’re all over the both of them. Doting on their new wounds even though they’ve already been dressed by medics from the field, giving them kisses and doting on them like the two are made of glass.

You always insist the two men immediately lay down on the couches or the bed, taking turns to massage their sores and muscle knots, as tired as you might be that day from working so hard for them, the feeling of your hard working boys finally, truly relax under your fingers makes you swell with pride. You feed them their favorite foods, Simon getting a homemade British meal to make him feel truly at home, and König the same with a traditional Austrian meal he shared with you a while ago.

Hearing them hum in delight as they both praise the food, “ s’good doll, missed this.” Simon would say, holding back from completely wolfing down the dish in front of him. König already half done with his meal in a matter of minutes, “Dreamed of eating this again, Danke Liebling (thank you darling).”

Hearing the praise come from both your boys as you cleaned dishes in the sink made you smile, putting in so much effort for them to be happy and said efforts being clearly appreciated made it all worth it. Even without the praise you’d still do it, you just want your partners to be happy with your efforts, and to be happy with you. But while you were cleaning the dishes, you noticed how sore your back and feet were. You pushed yourself extra hard for their return today since they were gone for longer than usual.

You swallowed the slight pain and soreness and took their empty plates from them, planting kisses on Simon’s cheek and König’s head and walked back to the sink. Both boys stood up soon after, both on either side of you, their hands gently caressing your body. König’s hands went and wrapped to one side of your waist, Simon on the other side of your waist. Simon took his other hand and tenderly rubbed your back, mumbling a, “love you s’much”; but his gentle words paused when a quiet wince and jolt escaped you as he rubbed a certain spot on your upper back.

König also jumped a little from your reaction, taking his hands off of you as Simon did the same. König’s eyes furrowed in worry as he looked down at you, “Liebling? Are you alright?” He asked. “Did I hurt you, doll? I’m sorry-“ Simon began, his hands still held awkwardly in the air as he didn’t know what to do with them. You quickly looked at the two of them, grabbing their hands and holding them, the last thing you wanted was to worry the two.

“I’m ok! I promise,” you said, trying to adjust your feet and only put pressure on one of them for comfort, “just a little sore,” you smiled, “it’s nothing I can’t handle loves.” You let go of their hands and looked down at the sink, you were finally done. “How about we just watch a movie together in the living room? A new [your favorite movie series] movie came out while you two were gone.” Both the boys nodded and headed towards the living room, but quickly noticed you were walking a lot slower than you usually did.

Simon quickly figured out that you were probably sore, motioning for König to go get you. The Austrian nodded and went over, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the living room. Simon queued up the new movie on the tv, sitting down and patting his lap for you and König. The other man placed your upper body down on Simon while he gingerly took your legs into his own. Simon began to very gently rub the knots and sores in your back, and König your feet.

You began to protest, saying you were fine, “I want you two to relax,” you said, trying to move König’s hands from your feet, your hands being patted away by his own with such gentleness, but it was still assertive. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, I don’t want you two to feel like you have to work for me too.” You confessed, turning a little to face Simon and pushing his hands back from you. Both men then realized that you might have a problem with letting other people take care of you, and that you might be a people pleasure. You told both of them a little about your past and your upbringing, but you told them enough for them to now connect the dots that this behavior and reaction to being doted on is one that is out of your control, and needs work.

König then spoke up, “Honey, both of us wanted to come home to you everyday. We are devoted to you, maus.” He took your feet back into his hands and rubbed the sole again, but very slowly and gently. Simon then placed a kiss on your temple and rubbed your shoulders, “he’s right, absolutely devoted. We know being away isn’t easy for you,” he paused, there was so much he wanted to say, but he also needed to work on himself and being vulnerable with his own emotions, but he still tried. “We want to do this for you,” he whispered. König nodded in agreement, “please? Let us do this for you. You do so much for us. Was würde ich ohne dich tun?” (What would I do without you?”)

“What would WE do without you.” Simon corrected, making you chuckle. Then you realized they were serious, they really did want to take care of you, and if that’s what your boys wanted, if this would make them happy, you couldn’t deny them. “Just this one time.” You mumbled, making the two men smile. Both knowing that this would be the start for you letting them in some more. Both also knowing there would be many, many more times.

“Love you s’much doll.”

“Love you forever Liebling.”

“Don’t know what we’d ever do without you.”

*sigh* the feminine urge to kiss a big beefy man so he calls me pretty

yeah little bit of my ghost cosplay! me and the boys

Little birdy on my shoulder