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Soldier's Silent Love

Ghost x Reader

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Summary: Y/N and Ghost, comrades who once kept their feelings unspoken, find themselves reunited on a mission where a forced fake marriage unravels years of hidden emotions. Ghost, who concealed his affection when you were transferred away, now faces the challenge of maintaining the act while wrestling with a love that never truly faded. In the midst of duty and deception, their story unfolds, blurring the lines between soldier and lover.

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Mention of :- Romance, suspense, smut, (mdni 18+) some fluff, a lot of flirting, jealous ghost, fake married couple

(Smut) MDI

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

First part This part 4

Words: 6.3k

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As Ghost booked the room he called Y/n, and you followed with him, as ghost realized you were beside him he instantly grabbed your waist harshly and pulled you close to him, you were surprised but you didn't mind instead you liked it, it's like they finally are together and after like years hiding their feelings, you both gets into the elevator ready to head to your room as the elevator door closes. Ghost positioned himself in front of you, lowering his head to meet yours. "You looked divine this all day, I can't take my eyes off you" he confessed in a hushed tone. His hands, previously at her waist, delicately traversed down to her ass, applying a gentle yet possessive squeeze. As she met his gaze, she found his eyes filled with a potent mix of lust and deep affection, creating an undeniable connection between them. Then the elevator opens, ghost back, and gives you some space to walk as you both walk in the hotel hallway finding the room as you get inside. You can't wait to share your long-back feelings with him as you hide it never relieving as they are alone now you can finally tell him. Having all night to talk about. As you turned to face him, a surge of electricity pulsed through the air. Without hesitation, Ghost's hand found its way to your neck, a tender yet assertive grip pulling her irresistibly closer. In that charged moment, he met your lips with an eagerness that mirrored the intensity of their emotions. Simultaneously, his other hand enveloped your waist, creating a magnetic connection that transcended mere physicality. The kiss was a dance of passion, an exchange of unspoken desires that had lingered in the air for far too long. As their lips melded, she willingly surrendered to the whirlwind of emotions, losing herself in the raw intensity of the connection. Your fingers instinctively found purchase, holding onto him as if anchoring yourself in a sea of shared emotion. As he held you and turned around pushing you against the door and pinning you in one place with his huge muscular body, while not breaking their passionate kiss. His heavy hand roams around your back, pulling your dress zipper down, completely making your dress fall on the ground, he slightly moves back to see you and to his surprise, you are wearing matching lingerie (his favorite black) making ghost spark with excitement and more needy, he gets closer to you and kisses your lips gently but slightly roughly, he picks you up in his arms turns towards the bed lying you down. He quickly undone his clothes and gets back on top of you, you let out a shaky breath he notices how you are breathing heavily and shaking a bit, he leans and pepper kisses your face, trying to relax you, as you calm down, his hand goes down between your thigh rubbing on you pantie, gently massaging your clothed cunt, you let out sharp intake of breath. He glides his hand up to your thighs, feeling you shiver as he does. Gently massaging your clothed clit his fingertips touches your clit, as you flinch a little. He breathed "Do want me to contin--" "YES" he didn't even complete his sentence as you enthusiastically, responsed to him. He slowly removed your panties leaving you exposed to him, hearing a gasp from your lips. He lowers himself on top of you, pressing his lips to yours again. You kiss him sloppily, fully flushed, and your belly feels warm, he moves down kissing your neck and leaving some hickeys as he unclasps your bra, sucking gently and biting on both of your nipples. You never felt this way, you never thought you would be having this moment with him, you have never been this turned on before, he lowers his head and rests on yours his gaze focused on you, watch your reaction and discomfort as he doesn't find any of those he quickly moved down between your thigh and holds them still as he slides his tongue over your clit and sucking it, you tilting your head back moaning out.

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HOW IT STARTED

König x Reader

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Note: This story contains romantic themes and fluffiness

A/N: bruh this is my first time writing a story please do mention how is it, I mentioned whatever I feel like in Note, 😭 and English is not my first language, but I had the urge to write 😭, and do tell me if I try something new or write more parts of it and hope you guys like it ✌️ and stay safe guys

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It all began when you joined Kortac base, assigned to work there. Known for your thoughtfulness, compassion, and kindness, everyone admired you, including the Colonel who found you both proficient and charismatic. Despite meeting everyone in the base, an encounter with the Colonel remained elusive, creating an air of curiosity about the man who is a tall, massive figure behind the mask he wore.

The Colonel had silently admired your warmth since your arrival. Admiring from a distance, he yearned to initiate a conversation but found anxiety to be a formidable adversary. Each attempt felt like a delicate dance between desire and hesitation. In the bustling cafeteria, he finally thought to talk to you.

"Umm, hi there. Is this seat taken?"

The Colonel, surprised, nodded, inviting you to join him.

He had been quietly captivated by your warmth since your arrival. Admiring you from afar, he longed for conversation, but anxiety proved formidable. he finally found the courage.

"Not at all, have a seat. I hope the cafeteria chaos isn't too overwhelming for a newcomer like yourself."

"It's a bit lively, but I'm getting used to it. Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all, Sergeant. It's nice to have some company. I find these moments in the midst of chaos quite refreshing," he finally found some courage and replied.

"It's y/n," she said with a beaming smile on her face, relieved by his welcoming demeanor.

He nodded.

She gazed at him with eyes akin to big, lustrous blackberries, a radiant smile illuminating her face as she patiently awaited his introduction.

He stared for a moment and responded, "König."

"I see, King, huh!" She replied with a warm smile.

He responded with a nod, his gaze momentarily finding refuge on the tabletop. A shy warmth colored his cheeks, a subtle crimson betraying unspoken emotions beneath the surface.

"I noticed you seemed deep in thought. Everything alright, sir?"

He lifted his head, and his eyes, a mesmerizing fusion of cerulean blue and emerald green, held a captivating depth. Long, graceful lashes framed these kaleidoscopic orbs, casting delicate shadows that accentuated the enchanting hues, making his gaze an ethereal spectacle, and she felt she could get lost in them forever.

"Oh, just lost in my own musings. It happens more often than I care to admit. How are you finding your first days here?"

"It's been a mix of excitement and nerves, sir. But everyone's been friendly, especially considering the ranks," you replied as you got back to reality.

"Glad to hear that. It's a good team here. Anything specific on your mind, or just taking in the cafeteria spectacle?"

"Well, sir, besides navigating the military maze, I was also wondering if a seasoned officer like yourself has any tips on how to make the best impression." She said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

König, catching her playful tone, chuckled.

"Ah, making impressions. A classic challenge. Just be yourself, Sergeant. Authenticity goes a long way."

Y/n leaned in with a smirk. "But what if being myself includes a touch of charm and a killer smile?"

König, caught off guard, blushed slightly.

"Well, in that case, I suppose you'll be making quite an impression, won't you?"

Their banter continued, infused with playful teasing, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and laughter. The cafeteria chaos faded into the background as they enjoyed each other's company.

And that's how the story began.

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#Thisissoocute #oml

Hello, I have read some of your works and I like it!!

I was just imagining how 141+könig would react to reader when she dress like them and act like them for whole day 🥹

Can you accept this request!!

Pairing: TF 141 & König x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive content (nothing explicit), Reader's a bit bratty in some of them Word Count: 2.5k+

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I’ve never heard of something like this prompt before and it’s very sweet. I hope you enjoy it!

König

König groaned as he stretched his arms, his muscles flexing beneath his black shirt. The gym on base wasn’t too terribly busy with it being in the late hours of the night.

“Mind if I join you?” a familiar voice asked behind him. König did a double take as he tilted his head down. You were wearing a dark t-shirt over your head with two eye holes hastily cut out. The rest of your outfit was…interesting, to say the least. He never realized just how big he was compared to you: his workout shorts barely hanging onto your waist and one of his other work out shirts.

“N-Nein,” the Colonel stammered.

“Danke,” you replied as you started to stretch right next to him. He puffed a breath of hot air.

“Is that supposed to be German?” he asked as he glanced down at you. You rested your hands on your hips.

“Ja,” you said matter-of-factly. König narrowed his eyes.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” he huffed as he ruffled your mask.

“Not just the fact that I’ve been sleeping with you these past few months?” you asked as you readjusted the fabric. König nearly choked at your sudden boldness.

“Hase,” he warned under his breath as he walked over to the weight rack. You followed behind him, swinging your shoulders and arms before stepping on the treadmill next to his. He glanced over at you before turning on the machine, starting at a steady jog. You did the same. After a few minutes, he increased the speed. You did the same. He quickly decreased the speed, watching you mirror his actions.

"So that's the game you're going to play," he thought. Immediately after he finished his cardio, the Colonel stepped off the treadmill and walked over to some other machines. He had to admit that he was impressed that you attempted to work the same weights he did, yet was also concerned by your exhausted expression by the time he reached the weightlifting area.

But not too concerned.

König glanced behind his shoulder and smirked as he put a bar on the barbell rack before grabbing two massive weights. He could tell your jaw dropped beneath your mask as he slid the weights on with a definite thud. You were practically shivering in your gym shoes as you watched him secure the weights. A giddy smile crossed his face as he turned to you.

“Care to go first...meine Colonel?” he mused. You audibly gulped as he leaned in closer to you. “What’s wrong? This is my normal regiment-surely you can handle it, ja?” König grinned ear-to-ear beneath his mask.

“Nope,” you said as you held up your hands in defeat. König chuckled.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” he said as he put a hand on your shoulder. “I will say-you are rather endearing with that mask on,” König whispered. You turned your head, eyes slightly wide as he rubbed his clothed cheek against yours.

“Ah, you’re even cuter when you’re all flustered-meine kleiner hase,” König chuckled lowly.

John Price

John sighed as he grabbed some more papers from the intimidating stack resting on his desk. Even though he had the luxury of working from home today, it was still a lot to deal with. His head perked up when he heard the door creak open. The captain raised a bushy brow when you came lumbering in, wearing his dark t-shirt and cargo pants that threatened to slip past your hips.

“Got your lunch,” you grunted as you carried a plate over. His straight face remained intact as he saw you wearing his boots, the footwear thudding against the floor as you strolled over to his desk. You gave him a stern look as you set his lunch down. John glanced between you and the plate, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said hesitantly as he reached over for the sandwich. He flinched when you suddenly snatched one of the baby carrots from the plate before taking a puff from it.

“Welcome,” you said in a gruff voice, the carrot between your teeth slightly muffling your words. John sat in his chair, confusion written over his face until he heard a few giggles come from the cracked doorway. His gaze instantly locked on the eyes of his five-year-old children, Annie and Simon, as they squealed and hid behind the wall. John smiled, his eyes lighting up as he chuckled.

“Listen here-I won’t tolerate any imposters in my household,” he said sternly as he wagged a finger towards you. The twins poked their heads back up, giggling quietly as you scoffed.

“Imposter? If anything, I’m the real John Price!” you said as you dramatically waved the “cigar” between your fingers. Annie and Simon were now in full view, both laughing as they stood in the threshold of John’s office. John looked over, his face written with distraught.

“Annie, Simon, which one of us is your real dad?” he asked. Both of them looked back and forth before giggling and pointing towards you.

“That one!” Annie giggled.

"Yeah, that one!" Simon agreed. John suddenly slumped in his chair dramatically, causing the twins to gasp as they rushed over. Annie jumped up to look at his face while Simon grabbed his arm, shaking it wildly.

“Daddy?” Annie asked. Your husband cracked one of his eyes open before snatching her in his arms. She squealed as he picked her up and spun her around while Simon yelped with surprise. John adjusted your daughter in his arms so he was holding her to his eye level.

“So, you admit that I’m actually your dad, hm?” he asked. Annie giggled.

“Yeah,” she said giddily. John chuckled and gently kissed her cheek.

“Good. Now, daddy’s got some more work to finish. But what do you say that we all get some ice cream after I’m done?” he proposed. Annie’s eyes lit up while Simon gasped.

“Ice cream! Ice cream!” they chanted enthusiastically. You and John exchanged a warm smile as your children bounced around.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon's eyes flicked over the page as he read the book on the sofa. His brows instantly shot up when he saw you walk into the living room wearing his tactical gear and a skull mask made from a paper plate.

"What's all this, then?" he asked, setting the book down into his lap.

"Nothin'," you grunted as you turned and walked back towards the kitchen. Simon huffed out a quiet laugh as he put his book on the coffee table, following you out of the room. He found you sitting at the table, pouring some milk into two cups of fresh tea. He tried to hide his amused grin as he sat down across from you.

"Strange, usually I'm the only one who has tea this late," he mused, motioning towards the cups. You grunted as you lifted up the cup, spilling some of it onto your mask. Simon crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

"Damn, I guess I wear this bloody mask so much I forgot to pull it up," you cursed in a gravely voice. Simon sighed as he took a sip from his cup.

"You havin' fun?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. You turned your nose up.

"I'm Simon Riley-I don't know how to have fun," you said in a more posh accent, a small smirk still making it's way onto your face. He nearly choked on his tea as his brows knit together.

"I know how to have fun," Simon said plainly. You took another sip of your piping hot drink.

"I dunno 'bout that," you said as you crossed your arms and stuck your nose up again. Simon shook his head, exhaustion seeping into his bones.

"I'm going to bed," he said as he stood up. Your shoulders instantly raised as you rushed over to him.

"No, wait!" you said. Simon cocked a brow as you grasped his wrist. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to poke fun at you," you frowned. Simon blinked before suddenly pulling you into a hug.

"'ts okay, sweetheart," he said as he rubbed your upper back. The mask squished against your mouth as you blushed against his chest. He pulled back, a more serious expression on his face now.

"Do you really think I'm no fun?" he asked. You shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze.

"A little," you muttered. Simon's eyes softened as he sighed.

"That why you dressed up as me?" he asked. You nodded, averting your gaze. Simon gave a small smile before cupping his hand beneath your chin, raising it up to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry-I guess I can be a bit of a stick in the mud at times," he grumbled. You bit the inside of your cheek as you shifted again. "Tell you what: how about since I'm still on leave tomorrow, I take you out to any place of your choice?" Simon grinned. Your eyes lit up as you nodded excitedly.

"O-Okay," you beamed. He matched your expression before suddenly lifting up your mask and pressing his lips to yours. He let them linger before he pulled back, resting his forehead on your own.

"Good deal," he chuckled.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle glanced up from his game when he saw you walk by wearing his cap. Not only that-you were fully decked out in his long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots. He paused his game as he watched you walk towards the bedroom.

"Where you goin'?" he asked. You turned slightly, adjusting his cap on your head.

"Nowhere," you shrugged. Kyle cracked a grin as he bit the inside of his cheek.

"Nowhere, hm?" he asked as he rose from his seat. You continued walking down the hall, drawing a laugh from him. "Care to at least explain why you've got my cap on?" Kyle questioned. You shrugged again, finally stopping at the threshold of your bedroom.

"You mean my cap?" you asked with a confused expression. Kyle bit the inside of his cheek before looking into the room. A whole pile of laundry was resting on your bed. He chuckled and slid his hands into his pockets.

"This isn't about me forgetting to do our laundry, is it?" he asked, tilting his head towards the room. Your nonchalant expression tightened, causing him to nod.

"Mhm. Quite the elaborate way to get my attention," he said as he flicked the bill of his cap. You sighed.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted," you shrugged as you began to take the hat off. You raised your brows when Kyle pushed it back down.

"Keep it-it looks good on you," he winked. You blushed and smiled before he pecked your cheek.

"C'mon mini-me: let's tackle some laundry," Kyle said as he took your hand, leading you into the bedroom. The two of you sat on opposite sides of the bed. He glanced up and noticed that you weren't neatly folding the clothes like you usually do.

"Somethin' wrong, love?" he asked. You looked up.

"Nope," you replied as you continued to lazily fold the clothes. Kyle glanced back and forth between his assorted pile and yours. He cleared his throat before suddenly walking in front of you. Your eyes widened as he leaned forward, nearly pressing your back onto the mattress.

"Listen 'ere doll-we could continue playing this little game of yours...or we can play a better one if we hurry up and finish," he husked into your ear. You shivered beneath him and swallowed. "How's that sound?" Kyle asked with a cheeky grin. You bit your lip as you shifted beneath him, your pupils growing a little wider than before.

"T-That sounds nice," you admitted, glancing down at his pants. Kyle chuckled before gently pecking your lips.

"Good...'cause we haven't played co-op in Stardew Valley in forever, and I've been dying to finally get to Ginger Island!" he beamed as he pulled away. You blinked.

"Wait a minute-"

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“Ay, what you doin’ bonnie?” Johnny smirked as he watched you pass through the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts and boxers. You snorted and swung the fridge door open before rummaging through. Your boyfriend shook his head as he strolled over. He chuckled when you flinched as he placed his hands on your hips, squeezing them playfully. “I asked ye a question,” he whispered, his voice husky and raw. You shrugged.

“Sorry-guess I got so hungry I dinnae hear ye,” you said. Johnny blinked before bursting into laughter, his eyes creasing with amusement.

“That supposed to be my accent?” he asked as he kept his hands on your hips, massaging them gently.

“I dinnae ken,” you shrugged again as you grabbed the carton of milk. Johnny snorted before stepping back. He crossed his arms as he watched you swing the door shut with your elbow. You stared straight into his eyes before screwing the top off the carton and chugging down the beverage.

“Oh, now you’re just bein’ cheeky,” he gawked. You smirked as you gulped the last swig of milk down. He had to admit that he felt a little hot and bothered by the way you licked your lips, slurping the white liquid into your wet mouth. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand before setting the milk down on the counter.

“Ye done imitating me?” Johnny chuckled as he crossed his arms.

“Maybe,” you said as you mimicked him, crossing your own arms as well. Johnny sighed before shaking his head. You squeaked when he suddenly picked you up and set you down on the counter.

“You’re a cheeky lil’ thing, you know that?” he mused with a raised brow.

“I learned from the best,” you winked. Johnny clicked his tongue as his hands slid to your sides. You suddenly erupted into laughter as he blew a raspberry into your neck, his fingers tickling the bottom of your arms.

“J-Johnny!” you wheezed. He hummed as he blew another raspberry against your skin, drawing another roll of laughter from you. You could feel him smirk against your pulse as he whispered into your ear.

“You also know how dangerous it is for ye when I catch you wearin’ my clothes,” Johnny murmured. Your face flushed as he met your gaze, a cheeky grin on his face. “Yer not that stealthy, bonnie,” he chuckled. You scoffed and crossed your arms as he let his hands fall back down to your side.

“I just wanted to have a little fun,” you huffed. Johnny hummed before suddenly latching his lips over your pulse, drawing a soft moan from you. A low rumble came from his chest before he leaned up, his warm lips caressing the shell of your ear.

“Well then, let’s go 'head have a little fun right now, yeah?” he whispered playfully.

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