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“You Want to Adopt Me?”

♡ — SUMMARY: You & GOJO decide to adopt Yuji & Megumi.

♡ — A/N: This is a continuation of my dad!gojo au, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary.

♡ — WC: 2k

Four hours had passed since the glorious moment in which Yuji discovered that his beloved teacher had a wife and daughter.

And, after having dinner with all of you that evening, he never wanted to leave.

Walking home that night — all alone, with no family around who would care whether or not he was safe — was one of the most difficult things he had to do. It made curse fighting seem like child’s play.

It was so utterly painful; he fought to hold back a tear as he walked down the sidewalk, staring at his shoes, which he could only see thanks to the dim streetlights.

Truth be told, he hated himself for getting so emotional over this.

Most, if not all of his friends were just as lonely as he was. Most of them didn’t sit at a dinner table and gobble down a nice warm meal with a loving family.

Most of them didn’t have a mother to hug them, or a father to cheer them up. And, if their parents were still around, they were probably distant and unloving.

Even so, it didn’t change the fact that having a family was, perhaps, the one thing Yuji truly wanted.

He just wanted to be loved.

The ache in his heart was so incredibly strong. The pain shot throughout his chest, through his veins, and down to his fingertips.

“Why am I so emotional? I can’t cry over this,” Yuji thought. “This isn’t something worth crying over.”

An unwavering lump in his throat formed from his attempts at holding back a cry.

That was when his footsteps came to a halt.

What was the point in rushing back to his lonely, isolating room at the school?

No one was waiting for him. He could go anywhere he wanted, and no one would truly miss him.

People would look for him, but mainly because of their obligation as sorcerers to track down Sukuna’s vessel. Nothing more.

Some people would actually prefer it if Yuji did disappear. And a few people were honest enough to tell him that to his face.

As he stood there, in the dark, alone on the sidewalk on such a cold night, he couldn’t help but wonder if his friends would secretly be happy if he did somehow vanish into thin air.

Maybe loneliness was destined for him. Maybe everyone would feel safer if he didn’t return to the school. Maybe-

“Hey, Yuji!”

Gojo’s voice startled the young boy, who instantly turned around to see his teacher approaching him, his hands in his pockets. “You didn’t make it too far — good.”

“Is everything okay?” Yuji asked.

Gojo could hear the sadness in his voice, but he decided not to comment on it. After all, he knew exactly why his student was upset. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure it out.

“Yeah, listen,” Gojo paused, “it’s pretty cold and dark out here. Why don’t you come back to my house and stay the night? We can both head back to the school in the morning.”

For a moment, Yuji felt a spark of happiness, but that spark quickly fizzled out.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Yuji frowned. “I’m a vessel. I’m dangerous. Having me sleep in the same house as your wife and kid would be-”

“Would be fine,” Gojo interrupted. “Nothing bad is going to happen, Yuji. Me and Y/N both know that you’re a vessel, and we want you to come anyway.”

Yuji didn’t respond. Nor did he move an inch. Gojo spoke once again.

“She wants to make you pancakes in the morning,” he said in a tempting tone. “Homemade too. The kind that has the crispy edges, but are very soft and fluffy at the same time? We have syrup and butter — orange juice as well. Or do you prefer apple juice? We have both, either way. Not to mention, the bed in our guest bedroom is bigger and way more comfortable than the one at the school-“

“Okay!” Yuji suddenly smiled happily, and it was a real, genuine grin.

He quickly rushed past Gojo, making his way back to your warm, cozy home eagerly.

—

Seven months later, Yuji visited your home as often as he could. Sometimes, Megumi would tag along with him, as the dark-haired boy secretly craved a connection with a loving family too, even if he’d never admit it.

On this particular day, Megumi was lying on the couch, covered in blankets as he watched a movie about two princesses going on some sort of adventure.

Megumi was injured during his last mission, and thanks to the chilly weather, he was also catching a bit of a cold as well. You insisted upon taking care of him, but your daughter insisted that making him watch Barbie movies all afternoon would make him feel better.

As the two of them watched the movie together, you were in the kitchen, standing over your wooden cutting board as you chopped up carrots, onions, and celery.

Yuji hovered over the sink, washing the dishes.

“I want you to have some soup as well, Yuji. You could catch a cold any day now.”

“Yes ma’am,” Yuji said, scrubbing a plate as he smiled softly. “I really appreciate it.”

Suddenly, the front door opened, and Gojo walked in, shouting casually, “I’m home, everyone!”

Quick, soft footsteps could be heard pattering against the floor as your daughter ran up to Gojo, holding her arms out.

“Daddy! You’re home!” She giggled as he lifted her.

“I’ve missed my little muffin so much,” tickling her, he said, “did you have a good day? I think my little girl has grown a couple of inches since I last saw her this morning! Did she grow? Hm?”

The sound of your daughter’s laughter made Gojo smile brightly.

As he held her, he walked into the living room and ruffled Megumi’s hair.

“Cut it out,” the teenager frowned.

“Good to see you too,” Gojo paused, pressing the back of his hand against Megumi’s forehead. “You’ve cooled down a little since this morning, that’s good. I’ll give you some more medicine later on, okay?”

“Okay,” Megumi mumbled.

Gojo slowly put his daughter down. “I’m gonna go say hi to Mom, okay? Keep an eye on Megumi for me.”

“Okay!” Your daughter happily replied. “I can keep an eye on Meg-mi!”

When Gojo made his way into the kitchen, ruffling Yuji’s hair as the boy walked passed him on his way to join Megumi and your daughter in the living room, you instantly stopped chopping your vegetables.

You wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck.

“Hi baby,” he greeted, kissing your lips softly. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” with a smile, you looked into his eyes. “Did you have a good day? Kill any curses?”

“I had a great day. Didn’t kill any curses, though. I was just stuck in a bunch of meetings with the higher-ups,” Gojo said softly, his face only inches from yours, his hands on your hips. “What’s on your mind? You have that look in your eyes.”

“Well,” you paused. “I know they’re teenagers, and they’re very strong and independent, but . . . I can’t help but feel protective over those boys. I love them both like they’re my own. Last week, Yuji accidentally called me mom. He was just so excited when he saw the new clothes I got him for winter, and it slipped out. And it just made me think that, well . . . Maybe he should be able to call me mom. Both he and Megumi. I wanna adopt them.”

Gojo was silent for a moment, which made you frown a bit in worry. Suddenly, he kissed your pouty lips. It was a soft, passionate kiss — one that told you just how much he loved you.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he mumbled against your lips once he pulled away.

“I just think that those boys deserve a place to call home, and that school certainly isn’t it, especially when the people who run it don’t care about their lives at all. It’s just horrible.” Your frown deepened. “And we have more than enough room here, too. We can keep them safe and happy.”

“Let’s go tell them.”

—

Yuji, Megumi, and your daughter were all sitting in the living room, enjoying each other’s company.

The sight of it only confirmed that you and Gojo were making the right decision.

“Hey, we need to talk to you three,” Gojo said.

Megumi grabbed the remote, switching off the television as he struggled to sit upright.

“What’s going on?” Yuji asked, sitting on the floor as your daughter sat down beside him.

“Well, we noticed that you and Megumi have been spending a lot of time here recently.”

Gojo’s words sent an all too familiar heartache through Yuji’s chest. He frowned sadly.

“They’re about to tell me to go away,” Yuji thought. “I knew this wouldn’t last.”

“Me and Gojo decided that it would be best for-”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I get it. I can leave.” Yuji suddenly cut you off, trying his best to hide his pain behind a smile. Slowly, he started to get up, and your daughter grabbed ahold of his pants leg, looking up at him sadly. “I’m sorry if I was a bother. Thanks for everything.”

“Woah, Yuji, where are you going?” You called out, watching the teenager head for the front door.

“Yuji, stop,” Gojo stood up from his seat.

Yuji, who was almost out of the living room, instantly stopped walking. But he didn’t turn back around.

Quiet sniffles could be heard. No matter how hard he fought, or how much he had been through, he wasn’t strong enough to hold back his tears.

The pain of feeling unwanted was simply too great.

He tried to wipe his tears away quickly and silence his little sobs, as he didn’t want to make you and Gojo feel guilty for not wanting a dangerous vessel like him around.

Slowly, Gojo approached his crying student. “Yuji, you have it all wrong. We don’t want you to go anywhere.”

Yuji didn’t respond.

Gojo placed a comforting hand on the crying boy’s head.

“Me and Y/N are going to adopt you,” Gojo smiled. “Looks like you’re my son now.”

“We wanna adopt you too, Megumi,” you said, smiling at the stunned teenager. “We want you to be our son too.”

“I don’t get it — why?” Megumi asked rather sadly. The pain of being unwanted.

“Because we love and care about both of you, so why not?” You said.

“You guys . . . You want to adopt me?” Yuji turned around, his wide, glassy eyes shiny with utter shock. “This isn’t some sort of prank, is it?”

“Of course not,” Gojo grinned at Yuji, before turning his attention towards his daughter, who was starting to tear up when she saw that Yuji was about to leave. “You’re going to have two new brothers, muffin!”

Your daughter smiled brightly, standing up and she ran over to the couch, throwing her arms across Megumi to hug him. Then, she ran up to Yuji with open arms, and he bent down and hugged his future little sister.

“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Yuji said, flickering his eyes between you and Gojo. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise that I’ll be the greatest son ever!”

Megumi, who stared at his lap as he tried to process everything, suddenly spoke up.

“Thank you for everything,” he mumbled. “I really . . . Thank you.”

“Let’s have a group hug!” Yuji happily suggested.

“Great idea,” Gojo added on just as excitedly. “Everyone pile on top of Megumi since he can’t come to us.”

“Wait, wait, wait-“

Megumi’s new family instantly rushed over to the couch, hugging him and giving him more love than he could handle.

Truthfully, he had no idea how to begin processing this level of happiness, but he looked forward to learning what joy was like.

When Yuji cried this time, he didn’t bother stopping the tears. The warm and silly embrace was healing his soul in ways he didn’t know were possible.

His dream had come true — everything he ever wanted.

Yuji sighed in contentment as the hugging continued, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Finally,” he said with relief.

He finally had a family.

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mooooom! i got a request for youuu~ 💌

-young reader learned taekwondo from hansu, but never got to meet his son. so, she only knew taehoon from hansu's stories and cute photos of him aaand that's how she developed a crush on taehoon. years later, she finally meets him... but her "cute" image of him immediately shattered the moment he opened his mouth; chaos ensues 💀

this scenario has been on my mind for a while now and it makes me giggle to an unhealthy degree that i want an entire fic of it 😭 also if it wasn't obvious, i thirst for hansu content 🥺🫶 tysm in advance 🤧

p.s. i really REALLY love your fics and your writing aaaaaa 🫠 ik i already told you before and but im saying it again hehe hope you have a great day! ilyy~~ 💖💖

My dear lovely baby Rie! I saw this and thought yes, let's drop everything INCLUDING Tears of The Kingdom and write this.

But... I'm sorry, there really isn't much Hansu in this, it's very very Taehoon centric.

One of the best things about fandom is bringing people together and I'm so happy to have met you!

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Strangers to... a Not-Crush

Follow up with Hansu and Taehoon here

You're pretty sure you're in love with this Taehoon.

The first time you heard his name was during your very first Taekwondo lessons, many many years ago

Schedules, circumstances, situtations; all the usual life happenings has stopped you both from actually meeting.

But Hansu waxes lyrical about his son. You must have heard for the hundredth time how he is a spinning prodigy, how he has surpassed Hansu at a similar age, how he will be one of the best. His name destined to be written in the history books.

As Hansu talks about his son with stars in his eyes, you can't help the shine rubbing off on you too.

.

.

"Y/N, this is Taehoon."

Your jaw drops. Sure, Hansu has shown you countless pictures. Compared to the real living thing though, the gap is so vast you might as well say he's the least photogenic person alive. That's really saying something, because Taehoon photographs well.

He's one of the prettiest boys you've ever seen.

With his lips and eyes and even his goddamn hair. Are those lashes even for real? And then you notice his stature and his muscles, his rock-solid chest and abs peeking through.

Maybe he's not pretty at all. He's fucking hot.

You jaw drops even further.

Why on earth hasn't Hansu ever shown you a full body picture, he could have at least prepared you. Like a cliche, you feel weak at the knees. You feel light-headed-

Then Taehoon opens his mouth and the illusion shatters. Splinters into a hundred million little pieces. With his next words, you've never felt more pissed off in your life.

"Keep looking pervert, and I'll pluck your eyes out,"

What the fuck is this guy's problem.

.

.

For once, the stars align, and you see each other constantly.

You curse the damn stars. You curse Hansu for passing your tutelage to Taehoon. Most of all, you curse Hansu for creating this.

The idea of Taehoon is much better than this... this fucking menace you have to see day in day out.

Taehoon makes you address him as Master. He hits you on the head for stepping out of line (you bite your tongue every goddamn time), he takes no prisoners during your spars together, makes you repeat exercises over and over until you're on all fours and trying not to throw up.

And infuriatingly, he touches you.

Little corrections with his hands, his elbows, his knees, his legs, his foot. "Your stance is shit," he tells you, "your technique is still off," as he taps the offending body parts, mere millimetres out of place. Your cheeks burn every time and your skin is on fire even hours later.

What's worse is your head swims every night with Taekwondo and Taehoon.

Lying in bed, all you can see is him. That antagonising smug smile on his lips. You want to wipe it off his stupidly handsome face.

See if he has any cutting words left when, not if, you beat him in a spar, and you gloat over him, straddling his hips, trapping him between your thighs and you can feel how aroused he is-

Oh.

Shit.

You hug your pillow tighter to your body.

This relevation is a fucking nightmare.

.

.

Taehoon reckons your skills are average at best. What he's most impressed with is your dedication and tenacity.

No matter how many times he kicks your ass, you still get back up for more. Regardless of all his nitpicking and corrections with your form, you take onboard his words and listen.

He hasn't missed that it's all through gritted teeth. Still.

He also hasn't missed you blushing and your breath catching in your throat when he touches you.

Nothing not out of necessity, all completely above board. But it's still funny. Messing with you.

Taehoon tells himself he is completely unaffected. People fawn over him all the time, you looking at him with hearts in your eyes is nothing new.

It's just amusing, that's all.

.

.

You don't know whether this is heaven or hell.

Taehoon piggybacks you all the way from the studio to the emergency room. You're so close you can almost taste him, see all his faint freckles, the vein in his temple from the exertion and concern.

All this proximity is doing nothing for your crush. Which you are determined to get over, by the way. Because this guy is a goddamn asshole and nothing else.

It was a silly accident, really. You went for an opening when there was none, causing Taehoon to mistime his kick. You collapsed like a sack of shit.

Worried hands check up on you even as his mouth runs.

"It's fine," you say, waving off his concern. When you tried to stand up, your ankle is in no mood to bear any weight.

You go down for a second time.

Taehoon's patience is unexpected. He waits with you until you are seen to.

Conversation is strained, and he doesn't talk much, just giving you wary glances every now and then.

But you fill the silence, telling him little anecdotes from your life and your day. Bridging the gap between Taekwondo and the little pieces that make up the rest of your life.

His lips quirk as you speak. The smiles aren't condescending.

Eventually, when the nurse tells you it's just a simple strain and will heal if you keep off it, Taehoon is the one that nods and asks follow up questions.

At the end of the day, after another piggyback this time to your home, you thank him for his time and he is surprised at your sincerity.

.

.

Taehoon doesn't miss you. Definitely not.

The only reason he is at your door with stew and kimchi is because his old man told him to check up on you.

You're not able to attend any lessons while you recover, and Hansu wanted to make sure you're ok. Not Taehoon. Taehoon could not care less. He also did not jump at the chance of seeing you again, so much so that even Hansu gives him a questioning look. Ridiculous.

Why is his palm sweaty? Must just be the heat. Taehoon wipes it on his jeans before knocking twice on your door.

"Come in," you call out, and Taehoon hasn't missed your voice. And he hasn't missed the sight of your face neither.

He doesn't greedily take in the colours of your bedroom, the pictures on your wall, the books on your shelf.

He doesn't memorise your handwriting when he walks past your desk, something that is so uniquely you, like a fingerprint.

And when you give him a shy smile and apologise for the mess, it doesn't affect him.

Nor when you take the proffered food and have a mouthful, Taehoon doesn't soften at this.

The ensuing silence is not comfortable. He doesn't want to stay longer. His fingers don't twitch in your presence, having grown used to casual touches with you.

.

.

This song and dance is continued for the next few weeks only because Taehoon is a good son, and an even better teacher.

He needs to check up on the welfare of his student.

And then finally, after too long, when you show up at the studio again, Taehoon's heart absolutely does not soar.

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Hi can i ask you for a smut of kim roksoo x reader, its about krs being clingy and reader giving him a boobjob, im sorry im just to thirsty 😭😭😭😭😭

LMFAOO it's okay, baby, we all are 😭✋ this is me trying to write again after months of not doing so

content warning: vaginal penetration, groping, handjob, oral male receiving, boobjob, hehe

Many thinks of your boyfriend as some sort of cold, emotionless man. They think that if he was an animal, he might be a black cat, or perhaps even a black panther!

How chilling.

But...

Has everyone forgotten how clingy cats are?

"Rok Soo, I'm trying to cook—!"

The tall man ignored your words, draping his whole body even more so on you, arms around your waist and head buried in the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses there.

"You smell good," he commented. "You took a bath already?"

"Yes and—hey!" You smack the man's arm when he tried slipping his calloused hand into your shorts. "No. Go clean up and have dinner first."

"Dun wanna," he pouted, hugging you tigher.

"You're just gonna do this while I'm cooking?" You asked, stirring the noodles on the pot. Kim Rok Soo hummed, a simple, yet definitive answer.

You stood at the kitchen with him draped around you, just hugging you close and breathing in your scent. You caressed his scarred arm, speaking softly, "Long day at work?"

"I missed you," he told you instead. He doesn't like bringing work home and definitely hates talking about it.

You let your lips curl into a smile. "I miss you too, baby, but you have to go take a shower before I'm finished making dinner. We can cuddle after, alright?"

It took him a few seconds to consider your words — he swayed with you from side to side, making you giggle as he thought about your offer before he eventually stopped and lets you go, not forgetting to give you soft kiss on the lips.

"I'll call for you when the dinner's ready," you say with a smile, watching Kim Rok Soo walking away towards where the bathroom is.

You can hear the water running in the bathroom and simply continued cooking dinner, humming as you think about how you purposefully cooked a lot so Kim Rok Soo would eat until he's sleepy. You had even bought cake bcause you know how much Kim Rok Soo need to munch on something.

You plated the stir-fry noodles on the dining table, pouring water into the glasses.

"[Name]...!"

You looked up, a little bit startled to hear your name being called. You realized Kim Rok Soo was calling for you from the bedroom so you set down the pitcher and took off your apron, draping it on the chair.

"Yeah?" You called back, walking towards the bedroom. "Is something wrong?"

You opened the bedroom door, finding Kim Rok Soo greeting you with his black hair still dripping wet, a towel around his neck, and only wearing his usual grey sweatpants. He wrapped a scarred arm around your waist to pull you closer to him and you smiled, placing a hand on his naked chest. "You're gonna get a cold."

"Mhm," he hummed in reply, holding your hand and moving it his lips so he could kiss the inside of your wrist. He gave you an irresistable grin. "You'll warm me up, won't you?"

He pulled you to the bed, sitting on the bed and looking up at you with that grin still on his face. You pouted. "Don't look at me like that."

"Why not?"

You straddle his lap, grumbling. "You know I can't resist you."

Kim Rok Soo pulled you close until you're both chest to chest as you kiss him on the lips. You can feel the curve of his lips against yours and thought to yourself that you have to find a way to not let him get whatever he wants, but for now, you close your eyes and let him hold you close and kiss you.

You can taste the faint menthol taste in his mouth and the smell of your shampoo on his hair. You gripped at his shoulders, fingers running through the healed scars before you wrap your arms around his neck.

Kim Rok Soo's hand slips underneath your shirt, massaging your breast while the other one is on your ass, pressing you down to his crotch. You let out a weak whimper, giving Kim Rok Soo the chance to shove his tongue inside your mouth.

You sucked on his tongue, moving your hips against his hard-on. His breath labored and he pulls his hand away from your body, only to grab on your shorts.

RIPPPP...!

You stopped kissing him, looking down to see your elastic shorts now ripped at the middle, the thin seams holding on to their lives. "Rok Soo, my shorts!"

"It was in the way," he murmured, carelessly pulling on them and throwing them aside. He pushed aside your underwear, running a finger through the slick folds.

"Rok Soo, baby, no," you say softly. "We can't."

He looked at you with a small frown, not out of distaste, but instead it was of concern. "Why not?"

You pursed your lips. "I'm still sore."

Kim Rok Soo stilled, taking a few moments to think. "It's been three days."

"I don't think I can... take you, yet," you continued, palming his bulge to emphasize your words, grinning when he flinched in response. "You were too rough on me that night."

"I-I'm sorry," he huffed, leaning back a bit and using his elbows to prop him up. You tugged down his sweatpants, taking out his cock. You gently pump his semi-hard cock, ignoring the way Kim Rok Soo's breathing was quickly getting labored.

He can feel the heat of your cunt on the underside of his cock, your folds barely brushing against his cock. Your hand began to slowly pump him and he hears you let out a giggle.

"You're so big, Rok Soo," you cooed at him, shuffling closer to him and he grits his teeth when your warm, wet cunt finally, finally, met his cock.

The feeling was so delicious that Kim Rok Soo's mouth nearly waters. You frowned a bit, giving him a mocking smile, "Oh, you want it?"

"N-No," he muttered, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"No?" You asked, teasing. "Then I don't have to make you cum tonight, right?"

Kim Rok Soo had to remind himself to not think with his dick—the one you're spitting at to pump it better—and consider the fact that you're still sore, the reason being him so lost during intercourse that he had gone too far with you.

"Fuck, fuck," he murmured, your hand on his cock pumping faster. "Fuck, yes, I want it, please...!"

"Hm? What do you want?" You asked, hand slowing down and Kim Rok Soo panicked, moving his hips up to match your hand, "N-No, don't stop, please! [Name], baby, please don't do this me..."

You ignored his pleas, hand slowing down to the point it was painful for him. You kept on watching your lover whined and whimper as he moves his hips to finish the job. You pushed him down to lay on the bed, his legs still off the bed.

"Rok Soo, baby, you need to be more aware," you began, moving on top of him so your folds are pressed against the underside of his cock. "You're really big and the way you fucked my poor, little cunt was too much. Don't you feel sorry for me? Hm?"

You began to move, your fluids coating the underside of his cock. You move deliberately slow, watching Kim Rok Soo's face flushed red and skin becoming sweaty as he tries his best to hold himself back.

"R-Rok Soo," you breathed his name, leaning forward so you'll lay on his chest, rubbing your clit against his cock faster. You let his tip probe around your hole, listening to the squelch of your fluids whenever his tip rubs on your cunt.

"S-shit," Kim Rok Soo cursed, his balls tightening. His hand sneaks up, pulling up your shirt to expose your breasts. He palmed on one of your breasts in one hand and with the other breast, he opened his mouth, sucking on your nipple and using his teeth to tug on them.

He licks around your nipple and suck on them, tongue twirling around the stiff bud. He moved his mouth around the soft flesh of your breasts, sucking, biting, and licking your skin until your chest is marred with red-purplish marks.

"C-Can I try putting it in?" He whispered against your nipple, his other hand already going down to his cock to lead it to your hole. You gulped, nodding your head and whispering a low, "Okay."

He pushed the bulbous head, penetrating your hole in the slightest. You let out a weak whimper, the stretch immediately made your body tingle with pain and pleasure, all mixed together, causing your body to jolt.

"N-no," you nearly cried. "'t hurts—"

Kim Rok Soo immediately pulls out, peppering your face with apologetic kisses. "I'm sorry, 'm sorry—"

You let him kiss you all over your face, down to your jaw. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, moving you so you could lay on top of him better.

You placed your hand on his chest, propping yourself up and stopped Kim Rok Soo from giving you a flurry of soft kisses.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "Are you okay? Do you want me to get you anything? Or maybe we should go back and have din—"

"Let me lay down," you told him and Kim Rok Soo helped you to lay down on the bed, head placed properly on the pillow.

"Is this okay?" He murmured, still feeling guilty. You gave him a gentle kiss and held him by his waist, murmuring, "I want to make you cum."

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered against your lips, pulling away to look into your eyes. You lead his hand to squeeze your breast and look up to him through your lashes, "You've always wanted to try, right?"

Kim Rok Soo almost choked on his own spit, immediately catching onto your proposition. "[Name], are you sure?"

"I'm already laying down, aren't I?" You questioned him with a soft smile, caressing his scarred cheek. "I want to make you cum, Rok Soo. Won't you help me?"

Kim Rok Soo gulped, looking down at you, topless with breasts marked with his hickeys and saliva. He squeezed your chest again, pinching your nipples, prompting you to let out a mewl while holding onto his wrist. He used both of his hands to squeeze your breasts together, some of it spilling through the gaps of his fingers.

"Fuck, okay," he murmured. "Okay."

The smile on your face was so sickeningly sweet that Kim Rok Soo just had to taste it -- he leaned down and gave you a kiss before moving to straddle you. You squeeze your breasts together while Kim Rok Soo pumped his cock, coated with your fluids from the previous penetration.

He slipped his cock in between your breasts and you looked down, kissing the tip that had been grazing your chin. Kim Rok Soo let out a groan, slowly moving his hips, every thrust earning the tip of his cock a wet, sloppy kiss from you.

While it's not comparable to stuffing your pussy full, Kim Rok Soo still thought of how soft your breasts are around his shaft every time he was thrusting and how erotic it is to see you squeezing your breasts together and pinching your nipples.

"H-aah, haah--!" You stuck out your tongue, causing Kim Rok Soo to groan every time he felt the hot, wet muscle every time he thrust up.

He could feel his balls tensing up with every thrust, his cock already so damn sensitive ever since he was inside you. He quickened his thrusts onto your tits, the vein in his neck pulsing as he tries his best to not cum so quick.

"Fuck, fuck, [Name], I'm gonna cum," he whispered in a strangled voice.

You giggled once he finally burst onto your mouth and all over your chest. He pulled away from you, pumping his cock and spraying his cum all over your tits, rubbing his tip to your nipple. He saw you running a finger through some of his load on your breast before sticking it into your mouth, looking up at him with a flushed face.

"I hope that was enough," you told him with a grin, letting go of your finger with a pop while Kim Rok Soo wiped your chest with a towel. He wiped some of the cum that was on your chin and jaw and spoke, "It's more than enough, though I feel bad not making you cum."

You tilt your head, wrapping your arms around his neck so you could pull him down and give him a quick peck. "It's alright. Now help me clean up because we need to warm up our dinner. It's gone cold, I bet."

Kim Rok Soo laughed. "Alright, alright."

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The soft,loving moments with Rok Soo are what solely make up for the way he vents his anger out into you during sex. In the early moments in the morning, with his hips slowly and languidly meet yours, his slow,shallow breath hitting your ear as you awake from slumber. He kisses your temple as you gain consciousness and then whispers a sweet, 'good morning', as his movements inside you gain speed.

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The blacked out lines on the lieutenant’s dossier

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!civilian reader fluff Masterlist

A/N: Thank you all so much to the love you showed to "Just 'friends, huh?"

SUMMARY: a work inconvenience drives Ghost to knock on your door, revealing a secret side of his life to his team that quickly submerges him in comfort before a sudden call pushes him to finally claim it.

wc: 2.8k

Pic credits to the amazing @/661ave

After a failed mission and a call that they had been denied a safe flight home until further notice, the 141 boys followed Ghost’s steps through a dark neighborhood, their eyes pried open and alert to any possible threats. It felt odd walking towards your house dressed that way, carrying the weight of a life he didn’t want to impose upon you but he believed had no choice.

Price’s steps matched his as he had quickened his pace to walk beside him “What’s your plan here Simon, eh? Have you thought this through?”

Ghost’s eyes met his captain’s, it was obvious that Price had already put two and two together and knew that he was walking them to the house of the woman the soldier had begged his superiors to put under constant protection, he had signed those papers.

 “I drove you all here, didn’t I? ‘Bit too late to turn around”

They all marched up the driveway where the tires of Simon’s truck would eventually dig into the cured concrete from how much time he spent behind the door he now stood in front of, yet it was unoccupied now. The rest waited just before the stairs, not willing to invade whatever trust the lieutenant had given them. His gloved hand knocked on your door, it was quiet and almost hesitant purposefully so that if you didn’t answer, it would be the perfect excuse for him to continue keeping you a secret but you did, you always did. You opened the door and smiled at him. There you were, eyes a bit wide in surprise from seeing him but happy he was safe. Your eyes flickered from his to the rest of the task force, Ghost ducked his head and began to apologize but your voice interrupted him. 

You stepped aside and motioned inside “Get in, you’re gonna catch a cold”

You didn’t need him to explain anything, you knew that if he had exposed this part of his life, it had been for a good reason. A man with unusual facial hair smiled at you as he followed Ghost in, the man that followed couldn’t help the furrow on his brow as he walked past you while the last, the one with a mohawk, gave you a firm nod and a “Thank you lass” that you answered with a smile as you closed the door behind him.

You let a hand fall on Ghost’s arm as you walked past him letting him know that he could handle this whichever way he wanted even though it was your home.

“You guys can sit” Ghost said as he took all his unnecessary gear off, directing them to the dining area. Perhaps avoiding the living room most decorated with pictures where his face could be seen “Don’t touch anythin’, don’t ask anythin’...don’t even breathe—”

“Simon” you warned as you walked towards the dining table they were now sitting at and placed a plate of homemade cookies between them as the water boiled for the tea. Ghost let out a sigh with a shake of his head.

“Y/n, that’s Captain John Price—” the captain took off his hat and abandoned it on the table, offering you his hand and a smile.

“Pleasure to meet you” he said as you shook it.

Ghost continued, motioning to the man sitting next to the captain “Sergeant Garrick, we call ‘im ‘Gaz’”

“Ma’am” he greeted.

“And that’s–”

“Johnny?” you guessed with a smile that caused your lips to stretch “Nice to finally put a face to the name”

Soap immediately sat up in his chair and tried to hold a smile back as he avoided Ghost’s eyes and met yours excitingly “Uh- You know my name?”

“Lieutenant Prissy Pants here talks quite a bit about you” you laughed as Simon poked at your sides for you to stop telling him about it. Now he won’t ever hear the end of it from the Sergeant.

“Now why would you tell ‘im tha’?”

“Cause it’s true” you shrugged, swatting his hands away.

Soap chuckled “I knew you liked me Lt.”

The soldier pointed an accusing finger to his partner “Don’t push it. Who says tha’ what i tell her is all in your favor?”

The sergeant's smile fell immediately, making Gaz chuckle as he patted his back harshly “What do you–Is any of it favorable ma’am?”

You smiled, shrugging again, refusing to let him know how much Ghost really appreciated him “Please, just call me Y/n” you answered instead, noticing Simon’s sharp eyes on Johnny.

Soap raised his hand awkwardly and both Price and Gaz couldn’t help but laugh a bit as they ducked their heads “And who exactly are you, lass? If I may ask. We’re all in the dark ‘ere”

Ghost stood taller if that was even possible, his gaze was menacing “That’s exactly where you should be. She’s off limits, Johnny”

You hit him lightly on the chest, not even budging at the action as you pointed to a chair for him to sit on, which he refused and went into the kitchen to get the kettle and tea bags. You followed after him, nudging him with your shoulder at the fact that he beat you to it, driven by the need to get back into the familiar routine. On a tray you put the mugs, sugar and teaspoons for everyone and then walked out behind him setting it all on the table.

“I’m probably the only friend he has” you answered as they all picked a mug.

“That’s not true” Ghost argued. Walking towards Soap and taking the mug he had chosen from his hands and giving him another one with no further words. The mug in question was white, decorated with colorful childlike drawings of flowers, a truck and all sorts of scribbles. It was his and only his. As if on cue, a noise sounded from somewhere down the hall by the stairs and Ghost met your eyes apologetically.

“Boo?” a little tired voice called “‘s that you?”

Ghost sighed thinking of an answer fit to the situation so it wouldn’t lead to heartbreak which it always did. The little voice didn’t wait for an answer as all of you turned to look at the corner leading to the hallway and there was a little girl peeking behind it. She gasped, her tired face lighting up as she saw Ghost, who immediately abandoned the kettle he was holding when she began running to him. 

The kid ran towards him with the brightest smile you’d seen on her face since she last saw him, she was in her pajamas and held very tightly a teddy bear but not just any, one that was painted as a skeleton, matching the soldier's gloves. Ghost didn’t hesitate a second to bend down and catch her, hugging her tightly against him with a hand on the back of her head as if she would ever fall or slip away. He then turned to you.

“You’re my only full sized friend” he stated plainly, making you chuckle. He thought it would be harder to ignore the looks every member of the task force would give him but truth is, it was the easiest thing to do just like feeling like he was home again. First you and then a kid? This felt far too invasive for them, making them shift on their chairs and share awkward looks. “You naughty girl, it’s way past your bedtime. What are you doing up?”

The kid pulled back from the hug and giggled a bit, touching his mask and wondering why it wasn’t already off. It didn’t take long for her to understand he wasn’t staying and when she noticed the three unknown men looking at her, she got shy and tried to hide in Ghost’s arms.

“Mommy!” she whined, clutching her teddy closer and burying her face in the soldier’s shoulder.

“It’s alright honey, those are Ghost’s work friends…uh, this is my daughter–- who should be in bed”

She giggled in Ghost’s arms as he poked at her sides before he went to sit while still holding her, allowing her to sit on his lap. As much as he wanted to pretend he wanted to make this passage and stay as nonexistent as he could for her sake, he couldn’t ignore how happy he felt…he was even glad his voice had woken her up. “Did Johnny wake you up with his annoying accent?”

“Hey! Lt. that’s not very nice of ya” Soap frowned.

The kid laughed, falling forward and abandoning her teddy bear in Ghost’s hands to tug at his mask a bit. He let his forehead meet hers and she whispered “Can I have cookies?” The lieutenant tilted his head at her pout and sighed, turning around to see if you were watching. When he saw you in the kitchen with your back to them, he handed her half of one, bringing his index to his lips and making her laugh.

With a mouthful of cookies and crumbs on her fingers, she tapped Ghost’s chest to get his attention yet his eyes had never left her, he hummed and followed her pointed finger to Price.

“He has funny hair” she noted quietly.

“I keep telling ‘im tha’”

“You don’t like it, sweetheart?” the captain smiled. Your kid rapidly retracted her arm and looked up at Ghost as if asking for permission to answer. He nodded.

“Are you Santa?” This question made the boys chuckle lowly, catching your attention from the kitchen. It even made Ghost laugh, crinkles appearing at the side of his eyes as he grew happier.

“Do I look like him?” Price asked only for her to shrug and slide off of Ghost’s embrace, leaving the teddy bear and a quarter of her cookie in his hand, all signs of her coming back shortly. She only ran off for a few seconds and came back with a DVD she first showed Ghost, making his shoulders shake with laughter. He hummed again, pointing at Price for her to show him too. She placed the DVD in his hands and immediately climbed onto Ghost's lap again, taking the remaining quarter of the cookie from his palm and eating it. Price turned the DVD and laughed when he saw it was The Lorax, which now that he was seeing it up close, their facial hair could look similar to a kid. Gaz leaned in to see and Soap did too, they both laughed at their Captain.

“What’s going on here?” you asked with a smile, finally taking a seat not far from Simon, who’s eyes were now on you. He missed this, he missed you.

“Your daughter might grow up to be a comedian someday” Price smiled, sliding the DVD towards you. 

“Or a bully” Ghost added jokingly.

You chuckled, eyes falling on your daughter. “Better that than a criminal…did you give her cookies?” 

“No?” he simply answered.

You narrowed your eyes at him “She has crumbs on her face”

Simon looked down at your kid who was looking up at him and trying to lick the crumbs away. “Those are freckles” he answered, swiping his gloved hand over her mouth to help her.

“Sure they are…you guys are staying the night?”

Price nodded, sitting up “Only if that isn’t an inconvenience for you. We should have a ride back soon”

“Just needed a place to lay low and that was safe and secure. Lt. provided it and we thank you for letting us in” Soap added which made you smile.

You nodded “That’s very kind but I’m still not telling you what he says about you”

“Nice try, Johnny”

The laughs soon turned into a friendly conversation between you and his team as his eyes stayed on you, trying to memorize you so he could see you when he closed his eyes. Your daughter had her head on his chest as she enjoyed the back rubs he offered, she was growing tired yet fighting the sleep to stay up for longer in his presence.

“Honey, let's go back to bed, hm?” you asked quietly, touching her arm gently. Your kid nodded lazily yet grabbed onto Simon harder.

“Can i?” he asked, motioning to the hallway that led to the stairs.

You nodded, the chair’s legs causing some noise as he stood up with her in his arms. The second, his back was to his team, he removed his mask and let it hang from his hand as he effortlessly carried her.

“Hi Boo” she greeted tiredly, touching his face as she looked at him from her position, head on his shoulder.

You knew he was smiling, you could hear it in his voice “Hi bubba” he answered quietly, holding her up a bit more so she could circle her short arms around him and bury her face in the crook of his neck the way she always did. You knew his teammates had questions by the looks on their faces but it really wasn’t up to you to reveal anything.

Simon walked up the stairs carefully towards her room, a path he could easily take blindfolded and one that he decided to extend by taking smaller steps but eventually he reached your daughter’s room, the space being lit up by a night light. 

“Bubba?” he called quietly, since he was hearing her steady sleeplike breaths.

“Mm?” she answered, getting more comfortable in his hold.

He took in a deep breath “I might not be here when you wake up–” her arms tightened around him “and I need you t’ promise me tha’ you won’t give your mum a hard time about it…it’s not her fault” 

“But I don’t want you to go” she mumbled into his skin, sniffling quietly.

“I don’t either but I'm still working…when I'm done I’ll come see you again and I'll stay for a while…as always, yeah?—” Simon only heard her breathing followed by silence “Sweetheart?”

Simon stood in the middle of her room with her in his arms for a while, he knew now that she was asleep so she didn’t need him but he was the one in need. He needed that hug, he needed that silence and this normalcy. The one thing he wished more than anything was to be worthy of this and not just with anyone but with you and your daughter. He thought often about how this friendship started and he still couldn’t understand at what point he became unafraid to have, to feel and to love but here he was, holding and caring for your daughter as if she was of his own blood. He had a personal mug in your cupboard next to the kind of tea he liked, he had slippers dented on the inner soles with the weight of his relaxed body and a place on the family drawings your daughter drew but he didn’t have you.

After he put her down in bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead, he slipped the mask back on and went to look for you. You were sitting next to Price as you started a game of cards to pass time when he called your name and asked you to talk privately. Just as you rose to your feet, Price got the call that they needed to go to a rendez-vous point in the city to be picked up so this was goodbye.

He directed you to a quiet and dark hallway and he immediately took off his mask, from where you stood, you could see him perfectly and the reality hit you harder when you heard the rest of his team gear up again. You were leaning your shoulder against the wall, looking up at him. He seemed defeated, how could he not be?

You breathed out quietly “I know you can’t tell me anything about whatever’s going on because it’s confidential but are you okay?”

There it was… that worry, that question, that look and that tone you had, that made him melt every time without fail, wielding the same accuracy he burned holes through targets with. Simon thought about his answer for a second, he thought about saying words that wouldn’t quite translate anything he was feeling so he leaned in, hands on either side of your face. His eyes met yours looking for any side of discomfort before his lips gently pressed against your lips in the presence of none. The kiss was gentle yet somewhat urgent, you had to hold onto his wrists as he truly seemed to melt into you, a weight you were willing to be buried under every night from now on.

“Now I am” he whispered once he pulled back, arms surrounding your body and hugging you close. He was almost burying his face in your hair while holding your head close with his hand, he was smelling you in, a distinctive smell he described as comfort, one that he looked for everywhere he went since the day he met you. 

“I haven’t felt better since i last saw my girls”

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hiii hope you're doing great! could u pls write sth for Simon with fem reader?? anything domestic, soft and cute tnx sm your writing is beautiful🥰♥️

Hello! I'm doing alright, thank you! I hope you're doing well, too! I'm very busy these days, making it difficult to find time to write (maybe also due to Baldur's Gate 3, haha. I'm hooked). Somebody on Ao3 suggested an ice skating date, so I hope it fills out this criteria too!

𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female ! Reader

Summary: A date to the ice-rink with your hsuband. Keywords: Female ! Reader, ice skating cate, happy lovey dovey married couple things!. Wordcount: 1051

“No.”

“Please?” you ask again, the smile widening on your face, brightening your expression. “It’ll be fun!” you continue, gleefully dragging Simon along—your hand curled lovingly around his bicep. Just as he is about to tell you no again, you give his muscle a squeeze, and after a brief period of critical thinking, Simon sighs as he turns his attention from you. 

“...alright.” 

At the agreement, you all but shriek with glee, pulling him downwards to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. “It’ll be fun,” you repeat, “I promise! Thank you, thank you, thankyou—” You pull him along with a quicker pace, practically skipping, and even Simon can’t help but be amused at your open display of joy. 

Happy wife, happy life, as they say, and Simon can’t help but agree. Can’t keep the missus unhappy now, can he? 

As you walk, you attempt to quell any worries you might suspect him of listing in his mind. For all his stoicism, you know his mind is apt to create a million-and-one scenarios that could occur on an outing, with a million of them going wrong. “It’s a very low-key place,” you start, leaning closer to your husband, “my friend is actually co-owner of the ice-rink—along with her girlfriend.”

As you talk, Simon feels your intention, and lowers his arm to snake around your waist instead, giving a short hum of acknowledgement.

“Plus, I’ve asked what days and time-frames it’s less crowded, and today—right now—should be optimal!”

“You didn’t have to go through all that,” he responds halfheartedly, knowing well you did all this for him. “but I appreciate it, love.” The dulcet tone of his voice sends a pleasant warmth through you, and when you stop at a red light, he smoothly tilts your head upwards to share a kiss as you wait for the light to switch. “I’m a lucky husband,” he says against your lips, “to have a wife as thoughtful as you.”

There you both stand, happily sharing kisses as a small crowd passes by the two of you. He presses you closer, and now it’s you that feels lucky when his tongue seeks to deepen the kiss. When you part, you can do nothing but stare warm-faced as the light turns from a bright green to red. “We missed the light,” you note sheepishly, leaning against your husband still catching your breath. 

“Doesn’t bother me much,” he says in turn, his faint smile widening slightly. “Leaves me more time to do this…” And once more, he leans down to catch your lips for a kiss, and you eagerly meet him halfway. 

Eventually, with a few distractions, you do manage to reach the indoor ice rink. 

As soon as you enter the building, you’re met with a chill temperature. Fresh and pleasant, and Simon even seems to welcome it.

You hear the echo of a child’s laughter, and the sound brings pleasant memories of younger days. You coax your husband further inside, passing a couple making their way out. They are slightly red-faced, most likely from the cold, but they look happy and exhausted, and it makes you excited for the things to come. 

“Skates first,” you instruct, and Simon gladly lets you guide him around the premise. He has never told you this, but he loves it when you take charge in areas he is unfamiliar with. You’re always physically connected to him—be it by holding hands or taking him by the arm. Leaning against him so he can feel your soothing presence.

You explain things as you walk, and he enjoys hearing it all. ‘Benches for tying our skates’, ‘there’s a café behind those curtains, they make the best hot chocolate’, ‘I feel flat on my face right over there when I was young...’.

Your friend greets you happily from behind the counter, fishing out a pair of skates for each of you. The two of you catch up, making small talk as Simon stands silently beside you, his hand resting comfortably on your lower back. Your friend wishes you a fun time, waving you off as you, once more, guide him along. “We were neighbours as kids,” you explain as you settle on a bench, “even back then she was skating—always dragging me with her.”

You tie your own figure skates first before offering to do his, only to find that he has already tied them with efficiency. Army training, of course.

Before you even have to time to comment on it, he's already shifting one of your legs over his lap.

"Simon?" you ask, watching him untie your skate, only to re-tie it again. Much better than what you did, you note. Tighter, more secure. When you thank him, his thumb is tracing circles against your clothed, lower calf.

"Can't have my wife slippin' on the ice, now can I?"

Your excitement is evident as you carefully make your way towards the ice. You’re no professional, perhaps even a bit rusty, but you’re confident that whatever skill you might’ve had will come back after a few minutes. 

From an outside perspective, he would appear casual, perhaps even disinterested, but you know when he’s hesitant. You notice when he’s uncertain, when his jaw is subtly clenched. Perhaps he would’ve been more comfortable in hockey skates, and you make sure he knows the offer to switch stands. 

“Almost there, sweetheart,” you say with encouragement, beaming a smile over your shoulder. 

The ice welcomes you like an old friend.

You smoothly turn to face Simon, hands outstretched for him to take.

“What we don’t do for love,” he says dramatically, causing you to roll your eyes with mirth. But he takes your outstretched hands in his own to meet you on the ice. Dare you say, perhaps even with a bit of confidence? He pulls you to him, and there you stand, chest to chest. 

“Why, hello,” you coo at him, head tilting to lure him in for a kiss. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Simon takes the bait hook, line, and sinker, warming your lips as you share a kiss. You continue this exchange of brief kisses and embraces as you skate, like a reward for his progress. A carrot on a stick. It doesn’t take long for him to get the hang of it, though he is never completely comfortable either. He hates the drifting, and readily sass you when the opportunity arises. 

Together, you glide across the ice. Encouraging each other through competitiveness and love. 

Your laughter echoes throughout the, now empty, rink, and Simon can’t help but feel awe-struck by the beauty of your enjoyment. To have you willingly share this side of you, one so eager and excited, with him is… humbling. He matches your efforts in earnest whenever you pick up the pace, and whenever he finds it difficult to brake, you’re right there to slow him down. Time passes in the blink of an eye, and only when you pause to catch your breath do you feel the tiredness in your calves and the cold on your face. Perhaps it’s time to call it quits. 

You wave at Simon,  gesturing for him to rendezvous in the middle. 

“Thank you,” you say as you skate into his waiting arms. 

He catches you readily, even if you cause him to slowly drift backwards. He arches a brow, awaiting a continuation. 

“For joining me, I mean. I… had a lot of fun, Simon.” You pause, draping your arms over his shoulders, your smile softening. “It means a lot to me that you were willing to try.” Your husband’s stubbornness is legendary—both a help and a hindrance, yet he finds it increasingly difficult to say no to you. Though, you know when not to press a suggestion, and he appreciates your willingness to compromise. 

“And you mean a lot to me, love.” He kisses you, leaning down to kiss your jaw next. His nose is cold, and it sends shivers down your spine. “Wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be” Which is Simon’s way of saying he had fun. 

“All’s well that ends well,” you agree, preening at his enjoyment of your shared activity. “Let’s head home to warm up?”

He hums in quiet agreement, letting you guide him by the hand as you skate towards the rink’s edge.

Wherever you go,  he will readily follow. 

Wherever you are, he will meet you halfway.

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lately i've been thinking of writing a Yandere-Wife! Reader/König fic. But she's lowkey yandere, and he doesn't realize how crazy for him she is until he cheats on her (a kiss w/ a fellow operative, that he stops but feels guilty about so he tells her when he gets home).

(dubious stuff under cut. so consider it like a rated Mature warning)

His wife is small and delicate, fragile, and basically everything everyone in his life told him he could never have. He was obsessed with you when you first met and always thought he was so lucky that you returned his feelings.

But the new transfer is the opposite of his darling little wife. Strong, great at hand to hand combat, excellent sniper, knows her way around an engine and on their last mission they fought their way out of a tight situation together. It's after the mission is complete, as they're waiting on exfil, that he doesn't stop her from straddling his lap and pulling up his mask enough to kiss him. She's rough, her kiss aggressive, and he likes it. For a moment at least, until he realizes what he's doing and pushes her away. Once back at base he tells her that it can't happen again, he's happily married and doesn't want to ruin that or hurt his wife. And she says that he wouldn't have kissed her like that if he truly was happily married.

König is angry about what she said about his marriage, and he's angry at himself for letting that happen. And he's wracked with guilt, especially when he goes home and you're cooking dinner for him and look so pretty and run up to him to kiss him.

Your lips shake as you try not to cry after he tells you what happened. Especially when you ask if he no longer loves you. But he does! He swears it! That kiss meant nothing to him! He never should have kissed her! She means nothing to him!

And after he promises that he'd never do it again, you have some fucked up sex (you used the kitchen knife to carve an 'X' over both of your hearts, mid fuck, so that when it heals, he will be reminded that you owns his heart. you also cut him right above his pelvis to remind him that his dick belongs to you too).

When you're done, while you're bandaging him, he tells you that he'll have the new operative transferred and he won't ever talk to her again. You tell him not to do that though, with the sweetest smile that for a moment he thinks is just you being loving and understanding. Until you clarify, "I can't kill her if you send her away."

And it's set right before American Thanksgiving, even though neither of you is American and don't live in America. It's important though, because every year you invite the Americans in KorTac that don't go home over and cook them an American style Thanksgiving dinner, and do a ton of research and practice to get all the recipes just the way the American operatives like. You even started to invite non-Americans because they would play upset that they weren't invited, until basically the whole unit loves you and joke that he has the perfect wife.

Then the operative that he kissed goes missing shortly after Thanksgiving. He thinks that it's none of his business, he stopped talking to her after they kissed and with her gone his marriage would be safer.

But when he gets home you are baking up mad desserts. Hutch's favorite. Roze's favorite. Fender's favorite...

It's at that point that he realizes you had been manipulating various people in KorTac, striking the home sick first.

And you look up and smile at him and he knows that you actually killed the other woman. And her body would never be found.

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the execution of lady jane grey

I got drunk and Tiktok showed me history_alice's video about this painting by Paul Delaroche. And since God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished, have some medieval executioner König x fem mc. Also, Lady Jane Grey was executed by Mary Tudor (Bloody Mary), not by Henry the VIIIth (the one with the six wives), but I blended the stories just because I can.

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König doesn't ask questions.

It's never been his job to ask questions. The king points, and he does the dirty work. Most of the time, he takes pleasure in it: thieves, rapists, murderers, they all answer to his justice. And sure, a true loyal citizen might argue that he's simply enacting the king's justice, but it's König who swings the axe, is it not? In the end, König decides their fate.

In theory, anyway. In practice, this is simply his job. He keeps his head down and does what he's told. He stays quiet about the king's secret executions, the ones that happen in the dungeons instead of out in the open courtyard where the smallfolk gather to watch. It's hypocritical, honestly. They all look at König like he's a monster, some spectre of death among men, but when there's a public execution to be held, are they not the ones clamoring and pushing to be at the front?

There are some times when the king's executions are more...dubious. An advisor who voiced dissent one too many times. A thief stealing barley from the royal stables to feed his family, made an example of. A young man, just a boy really, accused of murdering four grown men���convenient, considering all four men's wives had been found in the king's bed at some point or another.

Those are the executions König prefers not to think about. The ones that haunt him in his dreams anyway. Those are the ones that make him yearn for his days in the army: when the people he killed were as faceless as his hood was to them, when he didn't know them and didn't have to think about the loved ones they left behind. König's never claimed to be a good person, the opposite in fact. But sometimes when he brings the blade down, he imagines a different, more royal neck on the block instead.

He feels this way now, as he watches her make her way to the block.

She's ethereal in her petticoat, the soft silken material reflecting what little light there is in the cold stone room and bathing her in a warm glow. Gentle and obedient into her own grave.

The king's wife. Sent to the block for treason, of all things. But everyone knows the truth: he's only killing this poor woman because he plots to put his latest mistress on the throne. Just a few weeks ago, this sweet young thing was the king's main obsession. She stood no chance at all, the daughter of a local lord currying favor with royalty. And now, she's being put to death through no fault of her own. The injustice grinds König's teeth, and takes his mind to a dark, dangerous place.

If she was his, he would never so much as let another woman cross his mind again. He's seen her about the palace grounds, with her beautiful bright eyes and lively smile, skirts trailing behind her like the tail feathers of an exotic bird. Just watching her had made him feel young again, no longer the brutish old soldier everyone averted their eyes from.

He's only spoken to her once, but he'll never forget it. He had been in her way, but she was the one who apologized. Most people would have seen the hood and backed away in fear, but not her. He watched, frozen and unable to say a single word, as she curtseyed and looked at him with, of all things, a shy curiosity. For one still, breathtaking moment, he held her gaze in his, and he felt like they were the last two people remaining on earth.

Then her lady in waiting had touched her on the elbow, and the spell was broken as they continued on their way. But König had never forgotten.

That same lady in waiting is here now, eyes puffy as she holds the queen's elaborate dress and jewelry in her lap. She had chosen to take it off, so as not to stain the expensive fabrics with her blood. How can she be so considerate of others, when the whole world has failed her so?

She turns to him, trembling like a little bird, and meets his gaze. The words come out before he can help himself.

"I beg your forgiveness," he blurts out, and almost immediately mentally scolds himself. What right does he have, of all people, to ask for her grace?

"Of course, sir," she says, her voice clear and sweet. Surely, he can't feel any more wretched than he does right now...and then she speaks again.

"I only pray you dispatch me quickly..." She turns a fearful eye to the wooden block, sitting almost innocently on top of the straw laid down to soak up her lifeblood. "Will...will you take it before I lay me down?"

"No, madam," he whispers.

She nods, and with a sudden streak of iron will, ties the blindfold about her head. König knows this is a kindness: she'll never see him coming. And yet his heart aches to see her cover up those beautiful eyes.

A loud sob comes out of the lady in waiting, watching her young mistress fumble around blindly. König's heart shatters when she lets out a little cry of confusion as the lieutenant of the prison rushes to hold her steady. "What shall I do? Where is it?"

König feels a sudden streak of anger, at the gentle way the lieutenant lowers her to the ground. The man clearly knows this is wrong, and yet will not lift a finger to help her.

Guilt strikes him yet again as he remembers that neither is he.

Or is he?

He stares down at her, this vulnerable little lamb sent to the slaughter, her pretty neck exposed for his blade, and he knows what he has to do.

The lady in waiting cries out in anguish as the blade lowers to the queen's head, causing her to gasp as the cold metal brushes against her skin. But instead of cutting her head off, König slices through her blindfold with a deft precision.

"What is the meaning of this?" The lieutenant demands as the queen scrambles from her kneeling position. König offers his arm, and she takes it, her hands warm against his sleeve as she stands up. The confusion is writ plain on her face, but her eyes shine with an innocent hope that only steels König's resolve.

"You," König says, pointing his axe at the lieutenant, who shuffles backwards nervously. "You will tell the king that she has been executed. If he asks for a body, find one: I don't care which one. And if you tell anyone what happened here today, I swear to you that I will water the earth with your blood, and the blood of every family member in your line." His eyes narrow at the lieutenant. "Do I make myself clear?" The man nods, stuck still with terror.

The queen's lady in waiting rushes forward, pressing jewels into her hands. "My lady, you will need these," she says urgently. "For wherever life takes you next." She gives König a determined look. "Take care of her, sir."

The queen's eyes go wide and round as she looks up at König. "I don't understand."

He kneels to her height, taking her hands in his. "I am taking you away from this place," he tells her, his voice low and urgent. "But you need to trust me."

She closes her eyes, and takes one deep, trembling breath before opening them again. "I trust you."

"Good." She yelps as he picks her up in his arms, hands instantly darting about his shoulders. "I am sorry, my lady, but we don't have much time."

She giggles, giggles, in his arms. "I don't mind," she says, with a mischievous little look that invites trouble. God, he is utterly fucked, isn't he?

"I can give you time, but not much," the lieutenant says. "Go!"

König doesn't need to be told twice.

To be honest with you, I have no idea what this is. I wrote this in, like. An hour. I think a demon possessed me. I don't think I'm going to write more of this au, but who knows!

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Marillenfleck in Winter

König x FemReader

Fluffy Fluff Fluff!

Feed me Seymore Feed me!! <<< 🍖

"We can do this-"

You muttered to yourself and then down at your swollen stomach. Feeling the fluttering kicks of the child locked inside of you- assuming that was them agreeing.

"Hell yeah-"

Stepping forward with all the confidence you could muster as you carefully lowered the breaded pork cutlet into the hot oil and watching it carefully bubble as you let it settle.

Stepping back as the oil reacted for a moment before settling-

Two months ago before your husband left for his mission was lying in bed with you, his hand on your stomach as he reminisced-

'It is moments like this I almost wish to return to my Village just to show you off.. and share in some food with you' He mused, you looking at him in surprise.

'Wait we don't live near your home?' You say surprised, Having always assumed that König had chosen the secluded cabin 40 minutes from the closest village cause he was familiar with it. He chuckled at this and shook his head-

'No, I'm from near Dürnstein-'

Which was on the otherside of the country from were the two of you lived- You silently vowed to bring at least a taste of his home to him-

So for two months you'd been gathering ingredients and experimenting to make some folds from his home-town.

Did you have any real idea what you were doing?- No.

Did you know if these were ment to be eaten together?- Hell No.

Were you trying your best? Absolutely.

Speaking of trying your best- it was dead winter, 7inches of snow a day easy and what doesn't grow in winter?

Apricots-

So many Apricots in most of these recipes from near his home. Apricots cakes, wines, pastries, even in sauces with pork!

So you finding apricots was the most important thing. You tried the internet but didn't trust the quality from most places or they were dried which wouldn't have worked-

That's when you ventured out being forced to touch grass- Well snow in this case.

Market after market, looking in their freezer section to produce you couldnt find shit for the first 2 weeks of this adventure.

You were honestly thankful you were pregnant since when you went to the village closest to you asking for apricots in dead of winter- people assumed it was a desperate cry for a craving and a older women gave you a bag of them from her deep freeze she had saved. You of course paid her handsomely for the kind gift

This thrn started your dark road of trying to figure out these fucking recipes-

You tried every recipe and varient you could, pulling up photos of restaurants near your husband's origin and trying to match them-

Another blessing of being pregnant was being able to eat any failed attempts or trying recipes that wasn't going to be fed to König.

However the time had finally come! König was going to be home within the next hour, having called you the night before from his train station to tell you his arrival and you'd fluttered to make sure everything looked perfect.

"Alexa! Set a timer for 20 minutes!" You called out, flipping the cutlet seeing the even golden crust.

Reaching over you check the goulash stewing in the pot and saw it was almost done. Stirring it once before you checked on the bread dumplings and pulled them from the boiling water- You hadn't made these before in your experimental 2 months so you were excited!

Bacon Bread dumplings- Time to taste!

Taking a big bite you paused- truthfully confused over what the fuck you'd just put into your mouth. Chewing for a while as you tried to figure out if you'd done something wrong or if your taste was more off then you thought due to the baby- after the second bite you knew it was the baby and not the food especially whem you spooned some of the goulash ontop.

"...You know what, I'm just gonna blame you for this-" You said pointing at your stomach which earned another fluttering feeling as you finished the dumpling and stew sample.

Pulling the cutlets you let them sit on a wire rack as you plate the potatos and salad Konig liked- However your eyes landed on the centerpiece of this meal and what you were so focused one. The Marillenfleck Cake.

Still cooling as the beautiful Fluffy pastry showed off its shivered almost and the delicate apricots baked into its Fluffy self.

A summer apricot staple you'd manage to drag into winter!

You suddently heard the sound of the truck pulling up to your home, jumping in excitement you set the finished goulash down on the table and rushed around for the final touches.

Setting the plates down you mentally high-five yourself and rush to the front room as you hear König walk in. Grumbling about the snow outside as he kicked off his boots-

"Welcome Home Honey" You say cheerfully, wadling yourself over to your man- He had his mask off, most likely shoved away in his pockets in desperate need of a wash and he seemed to have showered at base since the black paint wasnt around his eyes-

Soft gray eyes greeted you and König gave a wide smile, reaching out and scooping you quickly in his arms and kissing your lips.

"I have missed you Liebling, You and the baby are well?" He asked softly as his gloved hand touched the swell of your stomach.

"Yes, We are fine. I'm so glad your home" You say cheerfully, feeling your eyes get misty already just by having him home.

"I have a surprise for you" You say cheerfully and jump, making the man chuckle at your physical excitement or attempt since the belly seemed to keep your feet planted.

"Oh?" He chimed amused, peeling off his coat and gloves as you pulled him to the kitchen and waiting set dining table.

When König saw all the food, his heart fluttered. He saw how much time this took, slowly stepping forward as he gazed over your heard work in total shock.

"(Y/N)- You did so much.. You should be resting not slaving in the kitchen" He said softly, looking at you in worry for your effort in the fantastic meal set on the table.

"I wanted to give you a nice surprise, You hungry?" You saw with a smile- Konig chuckling at this as he nodded, pulling out your chair so you could sit first before sitting himself.

Severing plates König couldn't help but laugh at the wide variety you'd made, from pork schnitzel and potato salad and the goulash and dumplings. Eating happily he hummed delight.

"I'm impressed! Very Gud Mein Liebling!" Demolishing the plates infront of him as the two of you sported casual conversation and König feeling your baby bump-

"And for dessert" You say cheerfully as you cut him a slice of the cake and set it before him. His face twisting in confusion.

"Liebling were did you get marillen {apricots} in winter?-" He asked genuinely confused as he cut into the pastry clearly doing a lot of mental math in trying to figure out how you manages this.

"It's a long story, but I got them!" You said cheerfully cutting open your own and taking a massive bite- Giving a laugh at how delicious it tasted and how you'd managed to not fuck anything up.

Raising a brow of this he hesitated ever so slightly before taking a bit of the dessert and paused, his eyes softening as an almost sad smile hit his lips.

"Konig?.." You say softly as he looked to you- His own eyes misty.

"I haven't had this cake since my Mutti made it for me before she passed-" He said softly, taking another bite of the dessert and smiling. Your heart Sinking at his words-

"I was always so scared to try it again since I knew it wouldn't taste the same" He smiled fondly as he reached out and pulled your seat close to him, love in his gaze.

"I don't know how- But youve made it taste just like the one she made" He said softly, wrapping his arm around you as he kissed your hair and you could feel the waves of emotion off of him.

"Danke my love" He said softly, lips still pressed to your hair as he held you tighter. Of course hormones not helping as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Anytime"

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Nothing's New...

Can't help but think of:

"You were a wonderful experience.."

"And you were... everything..."

With Sunshine!Reader and Ghost

To you, he may have just been an experience, but you were everything to him. Doing everything he never expected anyone to do. You were new, something different from what his whole life had offered him.

You were safety, you were warmth but most of all.. you were his. You were there when he needed you the most, his safety net. Taking care of him when everyone else was busy fending for themselves. You took care of almost everyone but who took care of you?

Though he never was blatantly obvious, Simon cared. Maybe too much, finding ways to make your life easier or at least make you smile. Simon who took it upon himself to make your safety his priority despite all the risks that come with working along side you.

You meant the world to him, he'd do anything to rewind time. To see you, talk to you and be with you for so much more than he already had in hopes it would be enough.

A petty fucking argument, that's what caused this, it wasn't your fault. It was an accident, yet he called you carelesss. Maybe it was true, what people used to say...

No one would ever truly care if you were gone, you thought about it, how it seemed like they cared very little, how he cared very little. Not bothering to even acknowledge you exist even when you're trying so hard to communicate, he went cold, like he never had before.

You knew 141 cared but not enough, that your disappearance will be easily taken and that at some point they'll replace you and be content there.

if only he can take back the shit he said.. It was too late, the last words he heard from you...

"Bomb my location, Captain.."

Unbeknownst to your static radio, you didn't hear how Simon begged and pleaded Price not to. Never had Price seen Ghost so vulnerable, but that wasn't Ghost, it was Simon.

Those dreaded letters next to your name..

"KIA"

He thought he was used to it by now, but like in old fashion you proved him wrong. Just like how you proved him wrong when he thought he himself was unlovable.

He failed you, he fucking did. Just like everyone else in his life he lost, just a glimpse of it all. You felt like a distant memory, he is never going to be as happy as he was with you. Never again will he see that smile that lifted the world from his shoulders. That's the second time someone left his life... Yet the feeling was far worse..

Nothing's new..

A/n: Apologies to everyone, I wanted to write something good but this seems so half-assed.

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Konig x y/n

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to love is to live

simon 'ghost' riley x reader was listening to first time by hozier and was feeling super mushy.

When Simon twists the knob of the front door and crosses the threshold of your shared home, he’s hit with a wave of relief - nothing soothes the ache in his soul quite like coming home to you. He steps out of his boots, placing them on the shoe rack you insisted you needed; he knows if he doesn't, you'll trip on them on your way out to work and will mentally curse him over it. 

He doesn't mind though, he’d rather you fuss at him because it means you’re real and not a figment of his imagination - he has nightmares about it. He wakes up, skin damp with sweat and heart beating like a hummingbird in a cage, and like always you're there pulling him into your chest and kissing the frown lines on his forehead. You whisper into the room about how ‘it’s not real’ and ‘i’m right here baby’. He’s unsure what he’s done to deserve someone like you - someone who loves his surly demeanor and desecrated soul. 

He wanders into the kitchen and smells the meal you’ve left on the stove; you always do that when you can’t eat together. The faint dialogue of your favorite tv show catches his ears and pulls him into the living room. His heart softens even more at the sight; you’re dozing peacefully on the couch, laptop abandoned on the coffee table, and your glasses still perched on your nose although askew from the position you’re laying in on the pillows that you swore we’re decorative and most definitely not sleeping pillows. Simon chuckles to himself as he crosses the room to remove your glasses and shut your laptop, but pauses in his tracks as he sees what you were doing before you nodded off. 

Open was a document titled Wedding Vows, and he knew he should look away, but he was frozen in his spot at the sheer amount of words on the page. Simon knows you love him, you never let him forget it, but to see in writing how much love you held for him made his throat constrict and eyes glisten with unshed tears. He spares a glance at you, hoping you won't wake and catch him as his eyes rove over the same line over again. 

Simon Riley, the first time I met you, I knew you would make me come alive. To love you feels like truly living. 

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this is SO simon riley coded

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dad!Ghost part 2

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True love happens once

i do hope you guys have a great valentine's day because i sure didn't lol my crush got a gf anywyas

Warnings: nothing because you all know how I do this stuff 😻 also not proof read and uh edited

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König's life has been spent mostly in solitude if he wasn't on duty. He'd wake up at 4 am, made himself breakfast and washes himself with a simple routine. He'd never actually talked to his neighbors, never greeted nor even go outside when he knows they were lurking outside. He find it endearing and comfortable, and he was sure he didn't want to change it for anything. Until you, came however.

The normal days spent in solitude was changed with the comforting presence of you beside him everytime he wakes up, the normal lonely brushing teeth and face washing became a fun playing time for the both of you, ending up in a mess of face wash foam all over your forehead and noses he'd always let out a chortle, the one where his peers had bullied him for but you've always found it an endearing thing of his.

On Valentines day, hed spent hours carving wood like what is dad and grandpa had taught him, time creating forms of animals he'd know you like. Cats, dogs, birds you name it. He'd pick the best and fresh flowers in the garden for you to enjoy, setting up a nice dinner for the both of you.

Even if König was never the one to enjoy lavish dates outside of his comfort zone, he will always try his best to make it the best for the both of you to enjoy

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A soldier and his promise.

tw: nothing, just fluff

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For König, the piercing wind and the loud sounds of gunfire and explosions were nothing new. What was undoubtedly foreign to him was the soft, warm comfort your arms had brought into his life. As your arms tightly encircled him, it initially seemed strange, but now it is similar to drinking a cup of warm chocolate after a long day or perhaps waking up early in the morning to catch a glimpse of your sleeping face as he basked in the dawn light. He was never unfamiliar with death itself, but he also never turned down the solace that your being has offered to him in the form of something curiously similar to life. He was always a bit reckless during his missions, never really caring about anything as long as he experienced the adrenaline’s confidence-boosting surge. He had never imagined anyone waiting for him patiently at his house or that anyone would genuinely care about his well-being. The idea that he will finally have someone to hold dearly for terrifies him more than anything else. Even though he was an excellent soldier, it never meant that he excels in anything beyond that. This constant doubt was created as a result of bullying and detachment from his peers when he was a child. His life was spent with him watching others through a tinted, misty glass—watching people he had not known or people that had brought impact in his life living forward as normal people, whilst he is stuck for seemingly eternity with the feeling of something wrong, something that differentiate him with anyone else. Yet with seemingly no difficulty, you broke that glass and showed him a comfort of equality. You showed him to not be ashamed of his height or physical appearance, his behavior or his personality. You showed him the comfort of being unmasked for a seemingly longtime. You showed him what it meant to be human—and not an intimidating monster everyone had thought he was to be. And with the fireworks shining each other faces, the booming sound of fireworks never seemed to bother him again. With you, he was at peace, and with a final vow to himself, he promised he’d spent this year, the next, and until his last breath with you, through sickness and health—he sealed the promise with a kiss.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!

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Just König being whipped for you

no tw, just teeth rotting fluff

When there was just the two of you, König was a whole different person than what others usually see. He was no longer a ruthless, adrenaline-dependent soldier who killed cold-bloodedly while on duty, nor was he a nervous wreck among others. With you, he was König; and in your presence, he was only a man in love. The memory of the day you two started dating was as vivid as day to him, and he will never be able to replace the warmth of your hand pressing against his and the sensation of your gentle fingertips slowly cascading down his forearm, nor could he replace the sight of your smile that bore countless and unsaid feelings of love for his very being. Now although he knows his profession is dangerous, and that every mission could not ensure him going back into one piece, he tries his best to let you know about his feelings. Whether it is small trinkets he brings after his journey, or the soft kisses he brought upon your temple as soon as he got home. The thought of you being safe and comfortable in his own home, cuddled up in ridiculous amount of blankets whilst listening to a soft, playing movie brings him more comfort than what he could’ve imagined. And he knew that his profession also brought loneliness upon the both of you, and so, to combat that he started on drawing you. Every detail wouldn’t go unnoticed, every strand of hair, every sparkles that are in your eyes didn’t go undrawn. He would spend countless of hours just drawing you, so detailed and so perfect, he would pour his love and affection into every stroke that reminds him of you, and the finished product would silently be kept in his breast pocket, safely tucked, as a reminder that there is something worth living for. With you, he is not a cold blooded killer, nor is he an anxious wreck. With you, he is at home—because you are his home.