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sophie and austin, emerging from their hotel room after a week of eating hot soft pretzels they stole from the snack carts and smoking fat doinkers:

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season 2 is great

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Pairing: König x gn!reader

CW: suggestive scenario, nothing explicit happens, goofiness

(I may or may not have been inspired vaguely by Navessa Allen's new book okay bye—)

It's started as an off comment. You'd been reading some dark romance in your bookclub, and you and König weren't strictly vanilla, so you'd told him about one of the scenes, laughing as you admitted your own fantasies about it. But the look in his eyes had turned sharper, more intent as he asked.

And so, here you were.

It was simple, hide and seek: he'd given you ten minutes to hide, and he had half an hour after to find you. You honestly weren't taking it that seriously, stifling giggles as you waited for your boyfriend to find you. Deceptively light footsteps entered the kitchen, and you held your breath as they made their way to the pantry.

A gasp left your lips about the same time as your soul tried to leave your body, staring up at the hulking thing above you.

It was König, obviously. No one else had the same mountainous figure. But clearly, the time he'd given you to hide, he'd been having his own little dress up fun. Gone were the sweats and shirt you'd seen him in, replaced in his bike gear and helmet, the horns pointing back on either side making him look like an angel of Death amongst the canned goods. You were frozen, caught between staying or running, to continue the game.

A hand swiping at you had your instincts deciding, and the next moment you're up, bolting towards the stairs, laughing at the snarled words called out.

"You can't hide forever, little one."

You ended up in the closet of the bathroom, tucked behind the towels and extra bottles of body wash. You strained to hear anything, but the washer running in the room left you suspended in the tension. You hear König eventually walk in, searching around before opening the closet and making your heart stop. Fortunately, you'd managed to wedge yourself small enough to avoid detection, and König goes to leave the bathroom. Unfortunately, that same second is when the washer finished it's cycle, as well as your knee knocking over a bottle as it cramps up. You fall out of your little hiding spot, staring up at the mirrored glint of König's helmet.

"... hi."

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Pairings: Ghost x gn!reader, König x gn!reader, Price x gn!reader

CW: suggestive, nothing too explicit

Idea: A reader who loves baking, taking care of your partner. Might come back to this and write more

Ghost loves the thought behind it, makes him think of putting a ring on your finger for taking care of him

König likes baking with you, making a mess and laughing together over horribly made recipes. A flick of flour turns into an all out battle, and you both enjoy cleaning each other off in the shower that ensues afterwards

Price is an old man, loves coming home to his sweet thing having dinner and dessert ready for them, giving them their reward after (or maybe during, if he's impatient enough)

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Pairing: König x gn!reader

CW: none, pure fluff

Idea: König gets into your hobby

König's not sure how he ended up like this.

At first when he'd found out about your hobby, he'd thought it was cute. A sweet thing for his kleine blume, knitting blankets and crocheting plush animals. You babbled to him happily, proudly showing off your latest project with pride, and he praised you in turn. But that'd been it: it was your interest, a thing you enjoyed. Sure, König loved the small octopus you'd given him for his birthday, and the lightweight gloves you'd made for when he was sniping were his most prized possession, but it wasn't something for König himself.

That was, of course, until the sweater you'd presented him a year into living together.

It was soft, cashmere and mohair, his favorite color of forest green. You'd been so pleased with yourself as König tried it on, the garment fitting like a dream. He couldn't stop touching it, rubbing the threads between his fingers in awe. He was a big man, it was hard to find anything that fit him, let alone anything this beautiful. It was the first time König had actually asked you on the *process* of knitting.

You were ecstatic, sitting him down immediately to teach your boyfriend the basics. With his large hands he fumbled through the first few rows, disheartened until you explained how long it'd taken you to get where you were, and he was determined to keep trying.

Now, it was years later. He certainly wasn't to your skill level yet, but he was happy enough with the things he'd accomplished. Lots of socks, sweaters, and hats for the both of you, even some bandanas for your guys' cats. His current project was the one he was most excited for, though: a veil, light blue and lined with flowers that matched the sweater you'd first made him.

The perfect "something blue" for when he presented it with the ring hidden in his work jacket.

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Thanks for reading my first piece, apologies if it's not the best 😅 anyways~~

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

CW: Smut, PWP, no pronouns used for reader

In a series of very unfortunate events, heavy rain and a not quite up to date living quarters had left the 141 base scrambling to fit everyone in the few rooms that weren't in two feet of standing water. Even more unlucky, you got paired with your Lieutenant, Ghost. It's not that you had a problem with the man, honestly, you didn't know enough about him to have a problem. He kept to himself and his small group, and you were new to the taskforce, so you hadn't been around long enough to gleen more than a couple stilted conversations and rumors that got whispered throughout the base. You didn't put up a fuss: everyone was dealing with it as well, and it would only be a couple days. At least, that's what you kept repeating in your mind as you knocked on Ghost's door.

"Afternoon, Lieutenant." You say cheerily, giving the tall man a smile, trying not to waver as those steely eyes seemed to pierce straight into your soul.

"... left sides yours." Is his grunted reply, turning on heel and walking back to his bunk where he'd been working on his tablet.

You let out a breath, gripping your duffle strap tighter.

Just a couple days.

Truthfully, Ghost ends up not being a bad roommate: quiet, tidy, almost unnervingly silent as he sat on his bunk working. When you two were in the room together, you tried to strike up conversation only to be met with one word answers.

You were reading when a shadow overtook your light, and you tried to hold your jolt of surprise as he look up into cold grey.

"Oh, uh, hi." You greet Ghost, waiting for an explanation as to why you're being stared down like a rabbit before a wolf.

"... going to the bar." He says, voice low, more a growl than anything. You push down the way it sends a shiver down your spine.

"Okay, sounds good." You reply.

Another awkward beat, then—

"Did you... want to come?"

You blink at the question, and fumble for a second before you answer.

"Oh, umm, thank you," you start "but I think I'll stay here. I'm not much of a drinker." The admission is said with a small laugh, the tension ticking by as Ghost stares into your soul.

"Be back late, then." He responds, and is gone without another word. You relax, sighing. You weren't lying about not drinking much, but you'd also been looking forward to having some alone time after being stuck with a roommate for the last few days.

After a couple hours of reading, you'd realized the late night, deciding to set the book aside. There's a moment of contemplation, looking at the blinking 10:38 on your phone.

The guys also stayed late at the bar, Ghost probably wouldn't be back for another hour or so...

"Fuck it." You mutter, rolling over to grab your duffle. Even before moving into Ghost's room, it'd been a couple weeks since you've been able to get out any "frustrations", and with a prolonged stay due to the clean up crew still dealing with water damage, you weren't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

Rolling back onto your stomach, you fumbles with your favorite toy, a slim vibrator. After shimmying your sleep shorts down and a few minutes of rushed prep, you slowly trace the buzzing toy around your entrance, letting out a sigh as it slides in.

"God, fuck." You moan, turning your face into your pillow as you start to languidly thrust the vibrator in and out. Careful not to be too loud, you whimper into the pillow, letting your brain wander as your pleasure mounts. Familiar grey eyes flash across your mind, and a soft groan slips out at the idea of Ghost being the one in control. You can just imagine those big, gun calloused hands gripping the base of the toy, muttering filth into your ear as he fucks you with the plastic.

As your impending orgasm mounts, your brain lost in the fantasy, you fail to hear the door creak back open. With your eyes shut, you're oblivious to the new presence in the room until a low voice startles you.

"Having fun, then?"

You gasp, whipping to sit half up, face already burning.

"L-liuetenant, I, ah-"

"Don't stop on my account, sweetheart."

His usual low growl is tinged with a sweet timber you'd never heard, and when you meet his eyes, the cold grey has turned to something molten, making you drown in them.

"Lieutenant?" You ask, wide eyed. Both disbelief and something much warmer curls in your chest, traveling down to the throbbing ache between your legs. In response, Ghost leans in, whiskey and lust on his lips as he brushes them across the shell of your ear.

"It's Simon right now, understood."

"L-, Simon, you've been drinking-"

"Not drunk enough to not want you, sweetheart. Been wantin' a taste since you joined, and now I'm not letting a perfectly good treat like you go to waste. Now, am I understood?"

You swallow, mouth dry any all blood running straight south.

"... yes, Simon."

"Good. Now, how 'bout we get a good look, hmm?"

Without warning, Simon pulls the blanket down, heated gaze traveling over your bared bottom half. The quirk of his lips twists into something meaner, and he stares unabashedly.

"Made a right mess outta yourself, haven't you, love?"

A hand drifts to the base of your vibrator, and a whimper gets pulled out of you as Simon pushes it in, getting as deep as the toy could.

"Why don't you tell me what you were thinking about?"

You moan, gripping the pillow and going to bury your face in it again, but Simon's free hand yanks you back up by your hair.

Nuh uh, baby. You wanted to be a slut, you don't get to hide your pretty face now, got it?" He chastises, chuckling at your whine.

"Again, what were you thinking about?"

"... you." The murmured confession leaves your lips, and you clench down as you're rewarded with the vibrator getting kicked up a notch.

"Mmm, there's a sweet little thing. What about me?" Simon asks, and you flush.

"You know what." You mutter, and Simon clicks his tongue.

"Now, love, I'm no mind reader. Gonna have to be more specific than that."

You shudder, stalking a moment, only to help as a hand comes down on your ass.

"I asked a question, I expect an answer." Simon tells you sternly.

"Your cock!" You cry out at another spank, and the hand soothes over the pink flesh before going back to your hair.

"Good, better. What about my cock?"

"You, you fucking me with it. Wanna get fucked, please Simon please."

Another low laugh, and dark amusement falls in line next to the list in his eyes. They slide down your body like a physical weight, and he pulls the toy out of you fully now, tutting.

"Oh, sweet thing. If this is getting you off, you're gonna need a lot more prep before that." He says, voice full of promise.

"That's okay, we've got lots of time left before you get back to your room. Let's get to work then, shall we?"

It's gonna be a long couple days, alright.