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I used to date an older guy (like mid 40s) a few years back and I always got stupidly turned on when he fixed stuff around his house?? Like, he just knew hot to do it and did it. No googling, just him and his tools. Feel like it would fit somewhere in your older bf Simon stuff.

god love a fully capable “fuck it i’ll do it” type of man 🫶🏼

you know that your older bf!simon doesn’t believe in hiring tradespeople for a service.

“why would i pay someone to fuck about in my home?”

“they’re not fucking about, si! they’d be fixing the sink”

“i’ll do it”

you have no doubt that simon was more than capable of fixing things around the house but you also wanted him relaxing when he was home.

turns out he couldn’t relax at the thought of another man doing something for you.

so you let him do it, you threw your hands up and waved your white tea towel in defeat as you heard him banging around in the garage for tools.

hearing the faint sounds of grunting and the occasional swear word coming from the bathroom, you thought it might pay to go and see how he was getting on.

fucking hell.

simon was on his back, arms stretched up above him as his hands dwarfed the pipe they were wrapped around. t-shirt riding up, lines of his stomach leading right to his belt, knees bent and boots firmly planted on the floor, you could honestly just-

“oi, you gonna’ stare or help me?”

now how the fuck?

“your heads in the cupboard, how did you know-“

“i always know where you are, pass me the wrench”

crouching down beside him, you handed it over and stayed down there to watch him work. scarred knuckles wrapped around the handle of the tool, other palm flat against the base of the sink so you could see the veins.

he was something else entirely.

“how d’you know how to do all this?”

“taught m’self, come hold this”

you reached over to replace where his palm was so he could have both hands back. “but why? surely other people don’t learn all this?”

“other people don’t care about their sweet’art not having to lift a finger- move your finger for me”

the more you stretched to hold the sink, the more you felt yourself losing traction with it. naturally, simon noticed before you did.

“y’need to get closer, cm’ere”

tools landing to the side of him, two large hands plucked you up till you were dropped in his lap. precarious situation but you couldn’t deny the sink was a lot easier to reach.

you stayed like that, letting simon work in peace as you enjoyed your view. honestly, he could invite you to the end of the world and you’d just be happy to hold his hand.

one hand splayed out on his chest, the other holding the sink, you suddenly felt a tickle forming at the end of your nose. before you knew it, you were pulling your hand back to scratch it- the one holding the sink.

you panicked, realising it could very well land on simon’s head. but it didn’t, it stayed completely still. face screwing up, you leant in again to give the sink a nudge only to find out it was totally fixed.

“what the hell, si? why’d you have me doing all that?”

you saw the smirk on his face as he flashed a look over at you. suddenly, you realised you weren’t the only one enjoying the view.

the hand that didn’t have the wrench came out to give you a pat on the side of your hip.

“c’mon sweet’art, i can’t get anything outta’ this?”

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omggg please more mafia!Konig sharing his wife with his men!! Im obssesed

It's not always bad. When Horangi is drunk, he almost turns into a kitten with a very severe case of puppy love. When he is drunk and just recently won in cards, he cherishes your body like you're the prettiest woman in the world. Konig appreciated you, of course, but his obsession is often blind - and it leaves you feeling like he doesn't really like you. More like the idea of having you...and as adorable as it might be, it's not quite enough. Sometimes his men worship you - and it's always weird, unsettling even. You never quite know the reason for this, and it's almost always for some strange and particular reason, but you're trying your best to stay calm as Krueger hugs you with the passion of a toddler squeezing a toy in his hands and screaming. They are a bit like children and their toys if you think about it closely - they are screaming, whining, especially while drunk, cling to you like you're the last girl on earth. You never thought they'd be so damn clingy, but here you are, forcing yourself to shut up as Konig jokingly asks them if they are in love with his precious, kidnapped wife. The problem is...they kinda are. It's nice sometimes. When Konig doesn't want to punish you and he is fresh out of a very successful gun trafficking mission, he allows his men to be a bit more sappy with you. Hug you, kiss you, maybe even go out with all three of them at your side like you're their little shared girlfriend. It's fun, really, just how much they adore you - and you feel a bit scared at first, but you ultimately see that they are, in fact, being soft with you. It's like having three overprotective boyfriends who make you light their cigarettes and who will hold your drink as Krueger beats the shit out of the poor guy who didn't know who you belong to. Horangi will win you something pretty in a game of poker and then allow you to drink from his glass when Konig is way too overbearing. Krueger is going to protect you from any creep, and the sex is... With all three of them not trying to hurt you as much as possible in the little time they are given with you by Konig, they can actually be quite nice. At least, as nice as someone like them even can be, at least...

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OK I know we all love the trope of Ghost never thinking he'd have a family so he never hoped for one, but what about a Ghost that did? What about Ghost who always knew he wanted kids, planned how much better he'd treat them than his own father, imagined names and baby rooms and a partner bouncing his baby on their hip. A Simon Riley that's always known he wanted a family because he never had one, and seeing Tommy with Beth and Joseph just drove that home even hard(especially when he lost them).

Ghost who is thinking about marriage even though he hardly has time for it while on leave. Who meets you and can't imagine anyone he'd rather spend his life with. Who asks if you want kids on the third date and absolutely preens under your smile when you say you do. Gimme Ghost family planning and working out his life off base, completely different from the man that goes to war and absolutely determined to do it all right.

I love Ghost breaking the cycle of abuse, I want that to be his explicit plan. He's going to treat you so well, and he's going to get everything he ever wanted.

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simon’s so possessive :(( so naturally he had to show some pictures you two took to his squad. just, y’know, to stake his claim.

(you two know he’s got the exhibitionist streak in him since the first time you two fucked in his car, in an empty parking lot, and he came within the first few minutes. it was so sudden, so intense, that simon had to resort to fingering you because he’s gotten so sensitive that a next round wasn’t even an option. you tease him about it constantly, only to end up on your knees as simon fucks the giggles out of you.)

the pictures start off ‘simple’—shots of your tits in one of his favourite set of lingerie, with his cum staining your chin while pools of it build up along your cleavage; or of simon’s hand loosely wrapped around your neck, your supple skin a beautiful contrast underneath his expanse of scars and tattoos.

the recent one is this: simon’s sitting in front of the mirror, his bulk covered by your body. you’re facing away from the camera, something johnny loudly complained about of course, but you’re bare. you’re stripped naked and stuffed with his cock, and the insinuation was enough to silence their grumbles.

his squad sees everything that simon allows them to see—the plane of your spine to the globes of your ass—and then, they break.

pitiful pleas spilling, filling up simon’s inbox. even price seemed to have trouble with hiding the tides of his own desire, and, well, is that not something?

(you and simon indulge them, of course. the pictures become more bold, more revealing, until simon’s got them adjusting themselves from underneath their slacks when he shows them a little slip of a video.

it’s not even that conspicuous; it’s just simon’s hand squeezing the pudge of your belly. but the pose, the angle—it’s what made their breaths run ragged. the way simon’s hand is tilted just enough to make it look like he’s fully covering your groin, leaving them nothing to salivate over but the stretch of your skin and the softness of your fat.

it’s not like that wasn’t enough, not when it even had price calling off their briefing and rescheduling it later in the afternoon instead because none of them could focus.

simon devours the sight they make, all reduced by you, unable to even deny how much pleasure he’s gaining from this. he licks the backs of his teeth and sends you a short message.

“want to make a film for them?”

not even a minute passed by before your reply came in.

“i thought you’ll never ask.”

simon can’t even stop the bark of laughter that tumbles from his throat, his eyes glinting with deep interest.

he knows just what to make you wear for that film.)

(it’s price’s boonie, one he snagged from their captain’s office.)

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Low-key would be cute if Monster!König contributed to the monster uprising for bunny!reader. Maybe reader was introduced to him in hopes that it would make him less irritable and easier to work with, but was taken away the immediate he begins mellowing out to use for others who are hard to handle like him because of their success and König just goes like yeah about that…

Konig and his pretty fluffy mate, just a simple bunny girl - you're a prey hubrid, pliant and soft, open to abuse from anyone, from other monsters to the weakest of humans. You were given to Konig as a prize, a promise to make him more obedient to the work he had to do...and it worked, pretty well, actually. Sex with you became his sedative, him being more and more obedient each time he got to breed your fertile pussy with his seed - not his eggs, since it could leave unpredicted results, but at least he got to warm his tentacles in your holes... Konig was fed, was given enemies to kill and eat, and he had a warm, soft mate with a pretty hole to fuck - life couldn't get any better than that. He couldn't care less about discrimination since he was spoiled and pampered by scientists...until they decided that their little experiment with using a pretty bunny girl to get unruly hybrids to listen was working too well, and pretty bunny girl could be used to calm down someone else. Local Eldritch Hybrid Gets Radicalised Because Government Took His Bunny Girlfriend No, but seriously - they should have known better than to try and take away literally the only thing that still keeps him interested in whatever bullshit they are trying to pull up here. Konig doesn't stand for not being in charge of his precious fluffy girlfriend, and he doesn't care if people don't like him protecting what belongs to him...so the facility is getting trashed out - even with all the security, the uprising of one monster easily gives others chances to escape, and the event was supported by earlier revolution attempts. Konig becoming a colonel in Monster Monsters solely for the reasons of protecting his weak mate, who literally slept through the whole revolution...yeah, humans should have known better from the start.

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Virgin!Reader who was about to have their first experience with their boyfriend before being stopped by Slasher!Konig

So sweet, so precious. It was a romantic getaway - you and your asshole of a boyfriend finally getting it on in a cabin deep in the wilderness. It was supposed to be a romantic moment, something to remember - how your boyfriend finally listened to you pleas to be romantic and cute instead of a generic fuckboy he was before. It was supposed to be romantic, and it was - with him getting you on the bed, wrapped in soft sheets, finally relaxing... Then a knife plunging into your boyfriend's chest. Now, usually Konig likes to kill couples in the middle of the act, or straight after. Maybe give a good chase after the boyfriend as his slutty girl is bleeding out in the lover's nest. Maybe make the girlfriend plead for mercy as he prepares to snap her neck. He didn't consider himself much of a voyeur, so when he saw you and your boyfriend not quite there yet, he almost decided to leave for a moment and find some other poor tourist to guy...and then you opened your mouth. It wasn't a normal slutty couple fucking in his woods. You were sweet, innocent virgin, pressured by your fucking boyfriend to finally get to the deed, and your boyfriend was an asshole who deserved to be punished for pressuring such a sweet girl into anything. Konig never thought of himself as the fighter of justice, but he knows that a sweet, precious thing like you deserves better...and he will give you this, as much as you might not want something like this. Konig is absolutely terrifying, but you obey him - out of fear, of course, not wanting him to just guy you with his knife, you obediently allow him to drag you to his house instead. Putting you on a soft sheet again, getting a pillow under your thighs. Chaining you up to a bedpost because he had to wash away the blood of your boyfriend from his body - as much as he wanted to fuck you here and there, he didn't want any part of your asshole now-ex to touch you...and he also hoped that you'd last longer as his pretty wife, so he needed something that wouldn't make you catch a disease so early... You already wanted to lose your virginity...so you shouldn't really be mad that Konig is the one to take it, right?

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Easily irritated reader trying to shoo König away

Trying to shove your colonel away because you're a little brat and because you are very displeased with him...it won't work that well, of course. this guy is a powerhouse by definition, so no matter how many times you're trying to punch him and to get him to leave, he won't budge...you're doing something on your computer? He is right here, ready to put you on his lap and cling to you like a lost puppy while you're typing something. You just want to eat in peace? He will show up with his dinner, far nicer than whatever slop they are serving you just so he could feed you by a spoon and laugh as you bite into the poor utensil and try to take the bowl away from him so you could feed yourself. Konig soon finds out that one of the quickest ways of getting you relaxed and to make you shut up is to start fingering you. You can't shoo him away while he is knuckle-deep in your pussy, and he knows you well enough to press all the right buttons and drive you crazy. He flicks your clit between his calloused fingertips, and you shake down a moan. You don't want to be that girl and pull down your defenses so easily, but he knows what he is doing. Irritatingly so. Your colonel is a fucking snake in disguise because everyone knows him like this a bit stand-off-ish dude. Like a creepy guy who is actually pretty fine and chill, just a bit quiet. You know his real side thought - a man who is not afraid of pushing you in the nearest supply closet and fuck you next to the old machine oil cans because you were glaring at him from across the room angrily, and he needed to fuck that irritation out of you. Konig likes your best when you're out of breath, too tired to move and to act, when you can only stare at him in a trance. He likes to tire you down, so you'd allowed him to be all clingy and gross - to make out with you in his office, in the colonel's quarters, on the shooting range while no one was around. You're such a frustrated little thing; he can't help but want to squish you like a toy.

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"girlfriend" (more ab rielle here)

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Stripper!Reader X Mafia!Konig

You just wanted to pay the bills and go home. You didn't want to end up on the lap of the most dangerous man in the city...and you thought you'd never have to. Your club isn't affiliated with any major players of the criminal scene - you're getting protection from one of the minor gangs, yes, but you always stayed away from territory wars. Working for tourists and visitors of the city, never gaining enough attention to make your lives dangerous...and yet, you knew immediately that the moment this man stepped into the room, you were unambiguously fucked. You can't deny Konig, you don't want to be dead. You pretended not to recognize him, but he read right through this - and you hated each second spent under his gaze. He is... surprisingly gentle, however. Respects rules of the club and doesn't touch you, his fingers tapping against his own thighs as you shake your hips on his lap and try to make sure that he likes the view. If anything, he looked anxious, nervous - like he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing here...and it made you feel powerful. Important. You rocked your hips against the tent in his pants, and he groaned audibly. His hands are going up to grab your waist - and it's the softest touch you've felt in a long time. If it weren't for an obvious outline of a gun in his pocket, you'd think he isn't in the mafia at all. "So pretty, Schatzen..." He is still wearing a mask - but his eyes alone are enough to make you squirm from unease. There, under the heat of lust, you could clearly see something...different. Evil, hungry, obsessive - you aren't sure if you'd survive this night, and if you do, would you ever be allowed outside of his clutches again. He pushes more money into your bra than you ever saw in real life. And, surprisingly enough, he leaves you after this. You just weren't aware yet that the club has a new owner now. And your services are going to be extremely exclusive.

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MessageTherapist!Reader and PervLoser!Konig. He moans like a slut at the slightest touch and uses a tiny towel to hide his huge erection. But he offers to leave a huge tip if reader jerks him off.

You have a sexual harassment policy in your massage practice. You also have a debt you have to pay off if you really want to become loan-free before going into retirement. Konig makes you want to implement the first thing, but then the second one reminds you on why you still massage this guy's stress out even though he barely bothers to contain his moans as you touch his lower back and the tense muscles closer to his ass. Perfect, beautiful ass, only even blemished by a few scars and some bullet marks - but otherwise, touching it is heaven. It's firm, round, a whole fucking bakery for you to explore, and you kinda hate yourself for focusing too much on his ass, on his broad shoulders and all the tensity in his beautiful figure, but, then again, he is also sexually harassing you. You can harass him back, it's only fair. He leaves tips every time you make sure to press your hands in the middle of his back, releasing tension he had for years. You know he is a soldier, constantly carrying heavy weight and training to kill - you can see it in the muscles of his arms, always tense, always ready to snap. You ask him to relax and he can't, always making your job difficult - so you press a bit lower, touching and groping, hoping he would finally relax. It's a bit of a savior complex, a charity case - Konig needs something more to relax, so you drop your hands even lower. Caressing his balls as you ask him to turn around slightly, finally giving up. Knowing the guy, his choked moans and groans of pleasure as you jerk him off with a bottle of massage oil you always have on hand, he would give you a down payment on a house if you manage to jerk him off. You really need that money. Konig only ever relaxes after he cums - so you start jerking him off at the start of your sessions, making sure he is nice and limp in your hold. He pays you double after this - and triple if you let him lay in your arms for a bit longer. It's funny how such a big guy just needed someone to hold him, but you're trying your best to contain your fear. He is harmless, you think. Just a bit too obsessive.

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Mafia Price mayhaps?

Pretty please :)

Price didn't get into business because he wanted money or because he liked power. He had enough for a small farm and a buffer period of figuring out whatever the fuck was happening in his life, even after the dishonorable discharge over a fuck up he had to cover for the higher-ups. He didn't go into illegal gun trading and organized crime for the love of the game. He had money when he was booted out of the military. It's just that his boys didn't. No money, no purpose, only a dishonorable discharge and feeling of betrayal on their backs - and yes, he understands it's a pitiful fucking excuse for starting to support the very same system he sometimes had to fight, but he does what he has to do. Ghost, Gaz and Soap needed a new goal in their lives - and something as far from being a merc as possible. Besides, after years of service to her Majesty, Price deserves a luxurious leather chair to sit on and good imported cigars to smoke. He also deserves you, a pretty little thing who is way too nice for him. You're out of his world, completely - a nice girl, a good girl. In the past, when he was still Captain Price, he might have considered picking you up with some cheesy one-liner, buying you a drink or something nice to wear, and then ghost you for forever because his job is too dangerous to allow himself connections. He would have prided himself in thinking he is keeping you safe while jerking off to some vaguely similar porn star. Well, Price is done being a selfless servant of his community. He deserves the girl, even if that means moving a bit too fast and having Ghost choke her just enough so she would fall right into John's arms and in his bed. If you're a smart girl, you would know better than to try and resist the most dangerous guy in the whole country and his henchmen. If you're a good girl, you would know just how much he is willing to give you - as long as you don't try to force him away.

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How would könig act with a subby reader that really politely asks him to fuck her every time and even thanks him afterwards like he did her a favour?

Konig with a pretty girlfriend who enjoys having sex with him...he thinks he died and went to heaven - you're literally too good for him! He fucks your pussy so hard you can't walk the next day, and yet you still ask him to be a bit rougher and even push him so he would fuck you further...thanking him every time he cums inside, assuring him that you're on birth control - and you really are, fearing that pregnancy can disrupt the balance you had between the two of you. You loved feeling his dick hitting you raw from the inside, and you'd thank him for every drop of cum in your sobbing pussy. You're a bit of a pillow princess, never wanting to do anything but lay on your back or your tummy like a good girl and take his cock. You like it rough, you like it a bit more tame, and you absolutely adore feeling his cock grazing your walls each time he pushes deeper and deeper. You don't understand how he still spends time with you even as he pushes you down into the pillows and whispers the filthiest things into your ears, but you love him too much to resist...and he is always so caring after - bringing you a fresh blanket and some fruits, rummaging through your closet to find a new shirt and some snacks for his favorite pocket girl. You ask him to fuck you with a nicely printed card, and he thinks he once again died and went to heaven - you're too fucking precious and he doesn't deserve you, not even a little bit. He needs you carnally, every time you encourage him on the kinks he never thought he had - ropes, chains, spanking your ass and make you call him sir as he starts spreading the puckered hole of your anus...you spoil him with your body and he can't help but imagine your relationships being something more, something...deeper. You can't really blame him when you wake up in his bed after a really rough night of fucking, your wrist chained to the bedpost and your legs spread as he pushes a vibrator deep into your sore pussy - you just have to be a good sub and submit to him once again, okay? And Konig will take care of everything else.

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MC: *holding a demon baby*

WHB Leviathan: ...

WHB Leviathan: *glares* Whose demon is that?

MC: It's not mine, geez. I was just told to babysit.

WHB Leviathan: ...

WHB Leviathan: What do you even know about taking care of children?

MC: I used to babysit my cousins when they were little.

MC: This is easy-peasy.

MC: Right, my little ball of sunshine~?

The demon baby: *giggles*

WHB Leviathan: ...

Foras: His Majesty Leviathan wishes to impregnate you.

MC: What the— WHY?!!

Foras: *clears throat* For you to not hold another baby again, which is not his.

MC: ...

MC: I'm not ready for this shit. I'm leaving.

Foras: The exits have been blocked.

MC: ...

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She's the kind of girl you take home and chain naked to the basement wall by her neck

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GHOUL

GHOUL

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Ghost Ghost Ghost Ghost Ghost

A man who works out but isn't afraid to eat... Ghost has never been one to pass up a meal, he was raised not knowing where his next one was coming from so he takes the opportunity to eat when it's presented to him. The military is good, he's not picky, and the food is predictable, but your cooking? He's going back for seconds, thirds, he'll stand in front of the fridge eating left overs at all hours of the night, the man is well fed. If you mention it to him, he's got no shame tugging his shirt up and patting his stomach. It's all solid muscle under there, and he knows you like it, so why would he worry about an extra stone or two?

He cuts most of the bulk he builds when he's home during deployments, comes home starving and cut. There's something deeply rewarding about gaining that soft layer over his muscles, about rounding out the edges so that when you fall asleep on top of him you have a good cushion. He likes being soft for you(only for you) in every way. As much as he loves seeing you grind against his abs, it's so much nicer to see your hips drag over his softened stomach. Knowing it's all thanks to your cooking, he just gets to reap the rewards.

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Simon Riley who after coming back to his flat (courtesy of the government) from his first deployment as 'Ghost', finds a momma cat yowling and crying. She's hurt and has four kittens tucked into her side. Simon takes them to the vet only to be informed that only one kitten survived and the momma is dead.

So he raises the kitten. Bhe bottle feeds it every two hours, keeps it warm and safe inside a box with a heating pad and a hoodie of his. He's sure that it'll die but he keeps trying anyways with the heart wrenching hope that he's wrong.

The kitten pulls through.

Now six years later, he has a sassy sphynx cat who cries and meows whenever she isn't fed on time. When his usual pet sitter bails on him just days before his next deployment, he scrambles. He never knows how long he'll be gone and that's an issue with pet hotels. He has to find someone trust worthy and capable of caring for his darling pet.

Then he meets you by pure coincidence. Ruthie had slipped between his legs on his way out to grab some more of the wet cat food she liked then made a bee line right towards you. She meowed and meowed until you crouched down to pet her. Simon swears he had never heard her purr that loudly before.

You smile up at him and comment on how he has a sweet cat (he doesn't. Ruthie knocks everything over and has broken so many mugs, plates and cracked so many screens he owns plastic versions of everything plus keeps his phone on him at all times). Simon says something about trying to find a pet sitter to you and immediately realizes what he said when you smile. "I can keep an eye on her for you. She seems like a sweetie." You coo and gently scratch under her chin. Traitor, it took him weeks to get her to let him do that. But how can he say no when she's already taken a liking to you.