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I’m very tempted to write a fanfic about the ghoul’s from Ghost BC but I feel strange writing about real people. Especially since the ghouls, mostly, are drawn or described as the people under the masks.

While I too will admit that, from the pictures I’ve seen, they are all ascetically pleasing to look at (they are pretty people I won’t lie) I definitely feel weird and uncomfortable putting any indication that I would like to do anything with them.

I just like masked men and women and the personality those people give the ghouls on stage. 🫠

I should probably finish the projects with the COD boys before I even try to attempt anything with Ghost- which I might not even do.

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This quiz had no right being so accurate and calling me out at 5am 🤣

You did a good job with this quiz 💙💙

oh no, you are horny? you might as well do this quiz to see exactly what kind of horny you are because we all know that information is super important.

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Just watched The Blue Eye Samurai

Okay so I finished the first season of the blue eye samurai and I was full on hating Fowler. It was great I was having fun enjoying the show cheering on my favorite samurai and THEN in the last episode!!

Fowler fucking moans “you just keep getting better…. Little Miss?”

FUCK MY PRAISE KINK I MANWHWJWBWUWNBWVEH🫠

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König begging insecure reader to go down on her? oh, those two are kindred spirits.

because there's nothing that comes more naturally to him than to show you how beautiful you are. you're vehemently against it, so sure that you'll gross him out and make him leave you like the last guy you've been with.

you haven't been dating König for that long. he's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. so kind and thoughtful in his way of loving you. and respectful of your boundaries. except maybe until now.

"i won't fuck you with my cock. just—" he's got you back up against the wall, hands on either side of you, eyes wide and desperate. "j—just let me—"

so you try to distract him, veer his attention away from the idea of him putting his mouth on you. but it doesn't work. his hands clamp down on your arms to pull you up when you try to get on your knees and service him instead of the other way around. almost instantly, you realize that you severely underestimated how much he wanted to taste you.

"Kö—" he's already prying your legs apart once you've reluctantly agreed to let him go down on you, gasping for air when he uses his terrifying strength to lift your hips up, throwing both of your legs over his broad shoulders.

any protests you had immediately muddle in your throat when his tongue cards a hot stripe through your folds. he folds your thighs until your knees hit your chest and he just goes to town on you like it's all he was ever made for.

immediately, he's gone. pussydrunk on your taste and completely out of his mind. fingers dent the back of your thighs as he holds you still when you squirm and he's not even doing it on purpose, he's just high on your essence that he instinctively locks your position so he can keep having his meal without any interruptions.

he licks hotly and thoroughly, his tongue wild and erratic between your folds and on your clit. he moans out loud when he sucks on where you're leaking more, tasting you, drinking directly from the source. and it makes him worse.

he draws out your orgasm with wild intent and when it hits, it feels like you're struck by lightning. the rush of your cum flowing on his tongue makes him feral. he growls when you try to scoot away from his mouth, arms locking around your thighs and keeping you trapped against his mouth as he suckles at your pussy.

"König..." you whimper, pawing at his head, trying to break him out of his newly formed addiction.

"more, liebling." he moans against your folds, his grip tightening when you squirm helplessly against him. "i need more."

you could do nothing but lay there and take it, eyes rolling back at the heat building at the base of your spine, gearing up for another hit of ecstasy.

whatever reservations you had about repulsing him went out the window. not when he gets on his knees, begging for another taste. if only KorTac could see him now, eyes pleading and desperate for you.

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IT’S TOO MUCH

ghost and konig’s reaction to you telling them it won’t fit.

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it’s in times like these where konig is soft and praising. his large body hovering over your own as he shushes you, hands gripping your hips while he rubs small soothing circles against your skin.

“of course, it will, sweetheart.” he mumbles out as he eases his thick cock into you, slowly making you take more of him.

he’ll never admit it, but loves that you’re a little crybaby. something about the way your eyes are glossed over as you sniffle and squirm, barely coherent when he’s only halfway inside of you gets him off.

“see, you’re doing so well.”

you’re such a good girl for him, always so eager to please and desperate to be praised, you can’t really blame him for wanting to spoil you.

but then again konig can only hold back for so long, his shallow thrusts into your compliant little cunt only makes it harder for him to hold back anf it doesn’t take long for him to lose control and bottom out into you, “fuck— y’always feel so good, don’t you?”

“that’s it, relax, take it all…”

ghost is teasing. i mean, what kind of guy doesn’t get even a little bit cocky after hearing you say something like that?

“come, don’t tell me that’s all you can take?” the sudden sharp slap on your ass has you sinking further down onto him, and he’s already filling you up so deep.

he bites his bottom lip in anticipation as he watches your thighs shake and your body quiver. he knows it won’t take long for you to ask him for help, and you do it so sweetly every time, when you finally break he’ll happily flip you over and take control, bullying his cock into your waiting pussy.

but for now, he plays the long game, curious to see what you’ll do next. i mean, he has to let his girl play after all.

so, he lays there. watching you with hooded eyes and his arms behind his neck, very whine escaping your pretty plush lips making his smirk grow. “strugglin’ there, darling?”

he thrusts his hips up impatiently, making you take him all the way into your little tummy. “finally, now, you gonna let me fuck you or should i let you keep thinking you’re in charge?”

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Training for the Real thing

Made this today when I finally had some hot over my dumb writers block!!

NSFW CONTENT minors please don’t interact.

Warning: squirting, fingering, sex toy teasing, petplay(being called bunny)

The house is empty, no one is there to interrupt this moment. No one to pull her from her boyfriend’s hold while he pumps his fingers into her sloppy cunt.

They didn’t plan this, it happened earlier that day. She invited him over for a movie, as she had done many times. They would cuddle on her bed, much like they are now with his back to the wall and her between his legs, leaning against his chest. One hand on the top of her thigh, gently rubbing soothing circles on her soft skin while his other hand is grabbing for her pillow to put behind his back, getting a little sore from the angle. Though, when he lifts the pillow something else follows, rolling down the dip in the bed and resting against his thigh.

A dildo..

His sweet little girlfriend who got too excited when they kissed had a dildo. Sure she was a grown adult but she got nervous at any advanced he made to get her into bed. He didn’t mind, he wasn’t an animal he could wait and enjoy the naughty pictures she would occasionally get the nerves to send. But to see what exactly she used when she thought of him in bed… it made his cock twitch to life and suddenly he was all too aware that her butt was pressed against the seat of his pants.

He picks it up, curious if it was anything like the real thing. It was firm but squishy and smaller than him. It was a good 6 Inches, but wasn’t as thick as he was, he had a good extra inch on it. It made him smirk, a small huff of pride shook his chest.

That’s when she noticed what he was holding and that’s how she found herself with her legs thrown over his, his spread wide to keep her open for him. Her thighs twitch, threatening to close but kept in place by his. He peered over her shoulder as he worked, two fingers pressing gently against her clit as he slowly circled it, occasionally dipping down to collect more slick and spreading it across her folds.

“You’re so wet… do you always get this wet when you think of me? Do your own fingers make you feel this good?”

She shakes her head, a hand over her mouth keeping her from letting any noise out. He didn’t mind, he would hear her moan soon enough. A since of pride swells in his chest at her answer and he picks up the pace. When her hips buck up, greedily asking for more he dips his fingers down and pushes in a finger. They were so much bigger than hers, so much longer. He could effortlessly curl his finger against that spongy spot that sends white hot pleasure up her spine. When he inserts a second finger he’s rewarded with a broken shaky moan.

“Oh there it is, that’s my girl. Tell me how good it feels now that you have my fingers, yours are so small and slim, they can’t stretch you out the way you need. That’s why you can’t take the whole thing.”

When she first noticed the dildo in his hand he started asking questions and eventually got it out of her that she can’t even take the whole thing- it’s too big to use too frequently.

She whine in embarrassing as he pumps his fingers faster, occasionally spreading them and curling against that spot that made her mewl. He could probably fit in a third finger now but instead he pulls his hand away and she makes this pitiful sound that grips his heart.

“Oh bunny don’t cry~ I got something better for you.”

He grabs the toy, rubbing it against her soaked pussy to get it wet before pressing the head against her opening. Her breath is so shaky, he can feel her heart beat pounding with anticipation. It takes everything he has to keep his composure when he presses the fake cock inside her and she moans louder than before. His hips buck against her back, gently grinding his aching cock against her.

“Fuck it really is hard to push it… god you’re too tight baby, relax.” He coos, a smug smirk on his face.

“How are you going to take the real thing if you can’t even handle the first inch of a dumb toy?”

He had managed to work another two Inches into her poor tiny cunt, it was easier than he thought with the way she was pouring slick with each gentle thrust.

He wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a big wet spot under her cute ass. He can imagine her face, all flushed and embarrassed when she sees it.

She’s making the prettiest sounds, she’s still holding back though. Nothing but broken held back hums and soft shaky moans as he slowly pulls the silicone from her cunt that is desperately trying to clamp down and keep it in, only to flutter around it when he finally pushes it back in.

“I’m gonna push it in another inch okay?” He warns her.

She only nods, her top teeth digging into her plush lips hard enough to bleed. He pushes it in another inch, he can feel the resistance, feel when her cunt clamps down through the toy to try and push it out but he doesn’t listen. He keeps pushing until the whole inch is forced inside. She whimpers in his ear and he shushes her while his other hand glides up her sweat covered leg to rub at her poor neglected clit. She jolts, gasping and bucking her hips to grind her clit again his fingers. He chuckles darkly and pulls his hand away to bring her hips back down and pull her back again his cock.

“Jumpy bunny- you’re so sensitive.” He chuckles, nipping at the shell of her head and revealing in the way she twitches and jerks in his hold.

“It’s so deep.” She whines

“Aww baby I know, you gotta take it deeper though.” He coos, his voice honey sweet.

“Can’t… it’s too big.”

“Baby.. I’m bigger. I want to be able to fuck you, to hear my hips slapping against yours while you moan under me. Got it? You know what to say if you really wanna stop.” He reminds her, the hand that was rubbing her clit comes up to grip her jaw. He moves her head effortlessly to where she’s able to look him in the eye.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Nooo~” she whines, using that most pitiful sound again that takes hold of his heart. He can’t help it. He needs to see her take the whole thing. He need to fuck her with this stupid excuse of a cock and see her cry.

“Do you trust me to take care of you bunny? Trust me to make you feel good?” He asks, letting go of her jaw so her head can fall back on his shoulder. He gropes her tits through her shirt before trailing back down to rub her clit while she shakes her head. He grips the base of the dildo harder, his hand ready to do what she needs.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes!” She whimpers, hips twitching to try and thrust the toy in again at that slow loving pace she had gotten used to. He smiles and kisses her temple, “Good girl.”

Suddenly the toy is ripped from her sweet pussy with gasp before it’s plunged back in as deep as it can go. And *fuck* the sounds she makes~ . A mix of surprised pleasure echoes in the empty room.

He doesn’t give her a chance to get used to it, pulling the dildo back out and fucking it back into her at a rough pace. She’s moaning oh so sweetly, a cute little squeak when it hits her cervix.

It hurts, but it’s a welcomed pain. She’s clawing at his biceps, asking him to slow down as tear well in her eyes but he knows she’s not hurt. She would have said so.

“Shhh bunny, let me take care of you. Just keep bucking those cute hips into to.”

He growls, fingers rubbing faster on her clit.

It doesn’t take long for her to start whimpering again, moaning in between breaths as her cunt spasms around the silicone. She’s bucking her hips into the air and grinding back against his cock so perfectly. Such a good little bunny. He doesn’t notice the rapid pats on his arm, her trying to warn him she was close.

This was more intense than she had ever felt, her orgasm was building quickly, it was too much. Tears stream down her face but she can’t get a word out, only a mess of pathetic whimpers and whines as he fucks her. She can hear just how wet she is, hear the obscene squelching when it plunges back inside her. There was a knot in her tummy is was about to snap.

“Baby.. look.” He says, pulling her from her thoughts. She looks down where the dildo is disappearing inside her… all the way to the base.

She can’t hold back.

Suddenly something snaps and she throws her head back against her boyfriend’s shoulder sobbing, choking on her own spit while trying to take deep breaths but she can’t breathe. She can’t hear the soft splash with the ringing in her ears but hears her boyfriends voice in the distance.

“Fuck, bunny… you made a mess.” He chuckles

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Thanks for tagging me @oleworldblues

This is supper cute!! I’m constantly sleepy so I hope this captures it well lol.

I’m gonna tag these two lovely writers! No pressure to join in but I do suggest making one just for your own personal fun!

@sweet-as-an-angel @gogh-with-the-flow

brb doing this picrew bc it’s adorable! when you click the “?” button, you can be linked to a straight size version of this picrew!!

tagging @saradika @galacticgraffiti @ashotofspotchka @zinzinina @thefact0rygirl and anyone who wants to do this!

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He’s just so darn pretty

Neil Ellice in “Soap’s Battle Royale Checklist“ x ENDING

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!….

That’s insane to me!!! 5000 I know to saw that’s not a lot but YO- makes me wanna write again I’ve had major writing block but I’ll try and get on with it!!

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Thank you so much for the tag @oleworldblues ! This is my first time being tagged in one of these too^^

Sorry this isn’t really exciting but it is the last thing I wrote lol

“Where did Joe go after getting lost in a minefield? Everywhere.” Everyone would laugh, make jabs at him for his bad dark-dad jokes, or just shake their head as they smiled.

Tagging: @vamqyr3 @sweet-as-an-angel @a-sibyl @fanficsforfun @cowboybxtch … I can’t think of anyone else ^^;; and hopefully the people I did tag don’t mind being tagged in this no pressure to participate!

I hope you have a lovely day!!

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @sylviebell

Rules: Share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Someone asked: Plot twist. Natasha is wearing a Cowboys jersey when she gets pregnant…

Natasha steps into his chest until her body contours to his.

no pressure tags: @call-sign-shark @glen-powells @emorychase /if you’re new or would love to get your writing amplified tag me to reblog your last line tag!

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Oh gosh I’m so sorry to all the people who are still waiting for the konig oneshot- I’ve gotten busy and sidetracked but I’ll have it out by the end of this week promise! 💙

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only i can make you feel this good

warnings: NSFW CONTENT ; 18+ ONLY. [p in v sex, overstimulation, praise kink]. unsafe sex practices [no established relationship/boundaries/safe-words].

“That cock looks good in you, doesn’t it?” 

He snaps his hips harder, pushing you down further into the mattress.

“Admit it.”

He presses down on your lower back, digging his thumbs in so deep your hips will be branded with his handprints.

“Like your pussy was made for it. Right?”

He leans in, laying more of his weight on top of you. He’s heavy—all muscle and sinew and tattoos on sun-tanned skin. 

“Say it.” He’s right by your ear now, his voice a low thrum that crackles through your chest. “Fucking say it.” 

His movements have slowed to a stuttered roll, his cock reaching further inside you than you thought possible. One arm holds himself up, but the other bends at the elbow to grab your neck. He holds you there. 

“I’m not going to ask again.”

“I don’t know!” you sob. 

Ghost pauses, and then there’s the slow, deliberate roll of his hips that rips a gasp from you. He readjusts his grip on your neck, holding you at the jaw. He stretches his lithe body further, so his breath tickles your ear. He smells like cigarette smoke and peppermint tea.

“You don’t know?” he asks, and you can tell it’s a trick by his dulcet tone—can hear the sinister smile in his voice—but you still cry out once more. 

“I don’t know!”

He huffs, an amused sound, and presses his thumbs into your jaw thoughtfully. 

“Poor girl can’t even think straight.”

He groans in pleasure, pulling himself up to his knees and you along with him. 

“Too busy getting her brains fucked out, huh?”

He glides his free hand down your body, stopping to feel where your body opens for him. He touches you there, circling back and forth between rubbing your clit and where he enters you. 

“That’s okay, pet,” he grunts, his hands flexing as you tighten around him. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

He squishes your cheeks together, fingers digging into your jaw.

“You just be good, and let me fuck you, okay?”

Ghost’s breathing is growing ragged—his movements more desperate, more primal. 

“Just let me ruin this pretty pussy, yeah?”

He chuckles to himself, and drops his hand down to squeeze your throat. He’s intense, putting enough pressure on the sides that your vision grows a little hazy. 

“It’s my pussy to ruin now, isn’t it? You’ll never find anyone as good as me, right love?”

He shoves you—ass up and face down. 

“Whose fucking pussy is this?!” he shouts, slapping your ass without slowing his strokes. His voice is mean—the husky, rough tone he must use out in the field. “Whose?!” he demands.

“Yours!” you cry. “It’s for you. Only for you.” 

Ghost pushes your hair off the side of your face, and laughs at the tears that line your lashes. His hand stays hooked on the back of your neck, pushing you into the mattress below him. 

“That’s right,” he says in between gasps. “Only I can make you feel this good.”

You nod your head desperately, unable to stop from crying as he continues to pound into you. 

“I know love,” he pants. “I know.”

He looks up at the ceiling, breathing deeply, adjusting his grip on your hip and grabbing a fistful of hair. When he looks down at you again, there’s a cruel, obsidian gleam in his eye. He stares at you, mouth just a little open, brows furrowed. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he says. “And you’re gonna watch me when I do it.”

You nod your head. He does too, licking his lips.

“And when I cum, you’re gonna cum too.” 

The thought of another orgasm makes you start to choke on a sob, but Ghost talks over you.

“Yeah pet, you are.” He’s being patronizing with it, talking to you like you’re beneath him. “You’re gonna cum with me one last time, and if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out, and when you wake up, we’ll do it all over again.”

You’re truly crying now—it’s all just so much in the best possible way. He watches as you whimper and pant and squirm.

“You look so pretty when you cry,” he says. He looks up at the ceiling again and reaches down to play with your clit. The moment his calloused fingers brush the swollen organ, you gasp and his attention immediately snaps back to you. He rubs circles into you, watching intensely as you tighten up and moan desperately. 

“That’s it, love,” he coos. “Just let go. I’ve got you.” 

He works your body with a focus and intensity unreplicable for anyone other than him—truly, he is the only one who can make you feel this good. When he finally gets you over the edge, and your orgasm feels so painfully raw and blazingly euphoric that you understand why Icarus kissed the sun, he compliments you throughout all of his own release.

“So good, sweetheart,” he says, gathering your hair to lay it between your shoulders. “Such a good pet.”

He runs his hand down the whole length of your spine. 

“You made me feel so good.”

He grips your shoulder to force you even deeper onto his cock. 

“I just want to make you feel good too,” he confesses. “Want you to feel good all the time.”

Your stomach flutters at his words, and he chokes from the way you’re twitching. 

“Deserve it,” he says, frantically chasing his high. “You deserve it.”

When he catches his own peak, releasing inside the condom, he moves slowly. He’s slow to pull out, hissing from the overstimulation; slow to walk away, nipping your earlobe to say he’ll be right back; slow to return to bed, watching you from across the room as he tidies himself up. 

When he does come back, it’s with water and damp washcloths. He cleans you—doesn’t even ask, he just does it. He lets you watch him with your curious eyes—unguarded. He lets you see him as he is—unmasked, disheveled hair and battle scars and boyish confidence. 

“You did good sweetheart.” His gaze finally meets your own. He drags an affectionate hand through your tangled hair, smoothing it back from your temples. His eyes are softer now, eyeing the curves of your body with a honeyed admiration. He brings his hand down, fingernails brushing your cheekbones and his thumb brushing against your swollen lips. 

“So good.” He’s staring at your mouth and you see it—the briefest flash of mischief in his gaze as he remembers what you had done. His eyes flit up to yours, devilish and charming, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. He has a cheshire grin—one that exudes confidence, hubris even. It is a grin full of knowingness—of being privy to such salacious secrets; of knowing what your moans sound like before they’re swallowed up by his lips, of knowing that you scrunch close your eyes when you climax, and that there’s a spot on your shoulder that makes you shiver when he touches it, and that you love his hands in yours more than you love them wrapped around your throat, and that now that he’s tasted you, he doesn’t think he could ever give you up. 

“Good girl,” he says to himself, decidedly so. He stands and he gently prods you to get out of bed. He gives you simple orders to follow: pee so you don’t get a UTI, take this pill, drink some water, no, I don’t have any fruit—yes, I will order us some. 

When you get back into bed, slipping under the newly-replaced sheets, dressed in one of Ghost’s hoodies, you curl yourself up in one corner and close your eyes. You keep them scrunched shut, even when you feel the weight of the bed dip and strong arms pull you closer. Ghost tucks you into his side, wrapping an arm around you.

“I don’t know how to DoorDash,” he tells you and you can’t help but laugh, opening up your eyes to see his worried expression. 

“You okay?” He rubs at your arm absentmindedly with his thumb. “I shouldn’t have been that rough for a first time.”

“I’m okay,” you say. “Really.”

“We don’t ever have to do any of that again, you know.” 

“I’m really, really okay,” you promise, wiggling around to lay on your stomach so you can look at him. “It felt good—amazing, actually. I got to like, turn my brain off. Like I could just give it all over to you. And you’d take care of it.”

Ghost hums, eyes flitting all over your face. He pauses for a minute. 

“Okay,” he finally decides. He cups your head in his hand and guides you to lay your head on his chest. You relax into him, and feel his own muscles soften. 

“I’m the kind of guy that you can always give it over to me, just so you know,” he says. “And I’ll take care of it. I’m good at that kind of thing.” He fiddles with his phone. “If you want,” he adds. 

Your smile presses into his white t-shirt. “Okay,” you say. 

“Okay,” he agrees, nodding to himself. 

He clears his throat. “I really don’t know how to DoorDash though.”

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I feel like I should rename this to popular König ideas dang

Unpopular König ideas?

Warnings: NSFW content

This is just some ideas I’ve had about König from dealing with social anxiety myself and after hearing all his voice lines.

Social anxiety is different from being shy and awkward- it makes you over think about how the people around you are thinking about you. Thinking they are waiting for you to mess up, judging you harshly, making fun of you, etc.

Social anxiety can cause you to act many different ways. while I do think a timid König is cute and lovable- a gruff and rude König is just as possible if he wants to appear like a mean guy no one what’s to mess with. It all depends on how he WANTS people to see him.

I don’t think König is mean or an dick to anyone that doesn’t deserve it but I don’t think he’s a stuttering mess all the time.

If he is a dick he can get lost in trying to hurt the person, his mind dips into the black abyss that he hides in when he’s on the battle field.

He will immediately feel bad if he’s gone too far but might not always apologize. 

He prefers not to talk to people and has a hard time even introducing myself to new people, he’s not sure what to say. However, when he knows a lot about something or is feeling confident he will chime in on an conversation that people are having around him. Probably mostly with friends

He doesn’t like to be teased in anyway, it makes him angry and lash out. He can control himself when it’s little jabs from friends that he knows don’t mean him any harm or think badly about him, but sometimes it will still sting and he had to go train or workout to get rid of the feeling to punch the person. It’s how he grew up, if he was being bullied he would fight them to stop.

He’s a people pleaser to those who get close to him.

Due to his past of being bullied he loved having the upper hand, he won’t get too cocky because he knows how things can backfire quickly. If you are getting spicy with him he might get cocky then, he won’t tease you (unless you tell him you like it and want him too) but he loves to see you struggle to get the upper hand and if you so how manage to get out of his grip he will put you right back in your place. He can also be very sweet and gentle, all depends on what you want.

He doesn’t care what you look like too much, as long as you take care of yourself the best you can. (Mostly just good hygiene)

A slightly sadistic pleasure dom. Remember what I said about him having the upper hand? If he can get you reduced to blubbering and crying from the pleasure he is giving you, all before he takes out his cock? The man will go feral. It’s a boost to his confidence knowing that he’s doing well and knows you are enjoying yourself. (I think this even if he is the shy König everyone says he is)

He is protective over his friends.

He’s not really into PDA but will be as close to you as possible in public without it looking weird.

In private he loves to cuddle.

He likes to be praised in bed but not so much in public- it gets him too much attention and he will get flustered and a little huffy.

He likes when his partners sit on his lap when making out.

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🌹

“Something wizzes past your right ear, then the other. Something warm starts to blossom, searing heat blooming on the tip of your ear before deep red vines run down the outer shell.”

-thank you for the ask!!! 💙

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For every 🌹

I really want to try that

“For every 🌹 I get in my inbox I’ll share a part of a wip”

But I can’t find it! Does anyone know who posted it or where I can find it?

Or if you see this you can do it anyways lol ^^;

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The Interrogation: Part 1

Warnings: Scottish slang, hinting at smut, nsfw content, flirting, soap calls reader Bonnie a lot

Part 1 of 2. Part 2 will be two separate posts one for AMAB and one of AFAB

After a very warm night with Simon you are picked up and taken in for questioning though Soap seems to already know everything he needs to about you.

The Evac team had taken you to a large metal building. Rusted from the cold weather, the squeal of the large sliding hangar door might as well have given our position away. Behind the door,  vehicles were lined up ready to go; but, the snowmobiles were left outside; even though some were already stowed away.  Whoever was driving, made sure to park it close to the building - thankful you didn’t have to go far. Once the other parties had made their exit, they walked to your door, opening it before offering a hand to help you up. They led you inside, One on each side of you, helmets still on, their hands placed firmly on your shoulders as they led you through the many shipping crates. Looking around, you notice they seemed to be using them as temporary holding cells, showers, and even storage. There were many people bustling about and many eyes on you with interest. Occasionally, someone would call out for you or whistle in your direction - the attention made your skin crawl. You didn’t like a lot of attention, never even in school, it made you want to sink into the floor or ask to borrow one of their helmets to hide your face from view - become another shadow in the sea of people scattered about. 

The hand on your left shoulder tightened their grip and leaned down to your ear, “Don’t pay attention to them. Dogs, a lot of them.” A hushed British voice made its way past the helmet. 

Her comment made you huff, a small laugh as you struggled to keep from smiling. The two guards led you to one of the old shipping crates, silently following you inside while your heart sank at the sight. The room was once white but now there are dark stains, splatters of old blood stain the walls and floor. The only decorations seemed to be a small plastic table and a chair in the middle of the room. However, upon closer inspection, in the corner there were a few gas cans with rags draped across the handles. The guards followed your frozen gaze from their place by the door. “No need to worry” one speaks up, you recognize the voice having heard it moments ago, “As long as you tell us the truth there will be no need for… any persuasion.” 

You shiver at her words, and silently nod without turning to meet them in understanding. You have no plans to lie but the threat still lingers in the air, heavy on your mind. A guard suggests you to take a seat and lets you know you’ll be waiting for someone to come ask a few questions. You only nod to a closing door, starting your long wait. 

Hours pass, or what you can assume to be hours, but no one comes to the door. It makes you anxious, your leg begins to bounce anxiously, while you nibble on your fingernails - berating yourself for doing so. Constantly having to pull your hand away before your teeth break through the keratin. You would much rather be on your phone, you had a few Wi-Fi-free games that you could have used to pass the time. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option as they had taken your phone long ago, while searching through your pack before even inviting you onto a snowmobile. You think about the conversations you’ve had through text, the secrets your friends and coworkers had shared, the silly pictures you had taken, the recipes you had looked up…

Oh god.

Your search history. You had been careless, not crazy mind you it was nothing anyone should be too worried about. After all you are a grown adult, you pay your own bills, everyone has wants and desires. You just wish no one knew yours. Just as your mind wanders, faceless people now face you laughing at your expense. The door opens with a creek and you almost jump out of your chair, the sound violently pulling you from your thoughts. The men in the doorway stare at you in shock but it’s joined by laughter. Kindhearted laughing at the tense situation, it was not often they saw such a jumpy thing in their interrogation room the stains on the floor proved that. 

“Easy there, Bonnie.” Came a thick Scottish accent. Your eyes dart to meet the mans’ who spoke and you’re met with squinted eyes, practically smiling by themselves, though his real smile is nice as well; comforting even. You would say it was his defining feature if it weren’t for his mohawk. Your shoulders relax and you smile sheepishly back at the men. The other closed the door behind the Scottish man.

They both stood in front of the small table with their arms crossed looking down at you with a stern gaze while a gentle smile played on their faces. One clears his throat before speaking, “Y/N is it?.” 

He rubs his lamb-chop beard while he asks.You nod, “Yes, and you?” you asked before you even had a chance to stop. , they probably couldn't tell you their names or maybe didn’t want to.

 “Soap.” He answers.  Before you could apologize,the second one nods his head. “You can call me Price.” 

“So, what’s a small thing like you doing all the way down here.” Price rubs his  beard while he asks. It was a simple question so you answer quickly, “I was on a hiking trip.”

He hums in understanding, though it didn’t seem like he  believed you. “In the middle of a snow storm?” He questions, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His eyebrow lifts and he tilts his head while looking down at you with a puzzled expression. 

You chuckle nervously feeling the heat pool in your cheeks, “I didn’t check the weather.” 

You almost look ashamed, your shoulders hunched up and head down refusing to meet their eyes. The Scot scoffs softly,  “Ain’t that the first rule of doin’ anythin’ outside?” He tilted his head, his tongue running along his bottom lip. A heavy sigh passes past your own and you nod, “Yes, but I was so excited to get some time off and I really wanted to go down the old trail I used to hike with my dad. There is this small waterfall just a few miles away from where Simon found me. It’s nothing special really but it’s sentimental and reminds me of when I would hike with my dad.”

“Simon, huh? You know his name?” Asks Price.

You nod. 

“Yeah, we introduced ourselves once we figured out we were staying the night together.” You twiddle with your thumbs, a tale-tell sign to anyone who knew you that you were lying. It wasn’t a complete lie, he did tell you his name but you wouldn’t have considered it an introduction. A flash of your actions last night brings awareness to a dull ache in your hips and the unpleasant stickiness between your thighs. Shifting in your chair does nothing to help you ignore the icky feeling. 

“Don’t lie.” The bearded man growls. 

This causes you to sink further in your chair, you never were a good liar. “I’m not lying.” You quietly try to explain, “He did tell me his name, just not after I told him mine.” 

This only makes the bearded man more curious. “That’s still a lie, love.” He tsks, his British accent heavier than before almost on par with Simon’s. Shame stings your heart but embarrassment of being found out what actually happened last night keeps you from breaking to tell them the whole truth. 

“I’m sorry.” Is all you squeak out, your face a bright red. 

“Aye, it’s alright, Bonnie.” The scot chuckles, “You look like a child being scolded for gettin’ in the cookie jar.” The joke lifts your mood slightly and you are able to lift your eyes to meet him. “Give the doll a break, Cap. L.T felt it was safe enough to give his name. Maybe it was a thanks for uh” he pauses to chuckle, his smile turning into a smirk, “keepin’ em’ warm last night.”

You tense at his confirmation that he did indeed know what you and Simon had gotten up too last night. The bearded man sighs loudly and paces the floor with a hand to his head. He looked like a worried father, the idea almost made you chuckle but you held back. “The bloody prick.” He groans, turning back to you with his hands now propped on his hips. “Is that so?” He asks, looking at you for an answer. You didn’t give him one, at least you didn’t give him a verbal one. You look away guilty, your face threading to ignite. “Shit.” He sighs 

“Don’t get too worked up, Price.” The scot claps a hand on Price’s shoulder. “There aren't any rules from having a relaxing night with a civ.” He chuckles, glancing back at you still looking at the floor in shame. “I would have tried the same with a beauty like this.” 

Price only groans in disappointment, “Keep it in your pants, MacTavish. You’re right though.” 

You finally look up at the men, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips thinking that maybe you’d get to go home soon. Price meets your eyes and sighs again, “Alright, love. We aren’t sending you home just yet, we need Ghost back at base before we can confirm anything. We still need to wait for the background check to be cleared.” You nod as he explains that you’ll be staying the night, it felt reasonable and even if it weren’t you don’t think you could convince them to do anything else. Soon enough Price leaves, leaving you in the care of the scot.

 “You alright there, Bonnie?” He asks, walking around the table to stand in front of you. You look up at the man, his face is filled with genuine worry but smiles to try and ease your nerves. You nod straightening your back, “Yeah just a little anxious, being questioned and having people go through my phone.” Smiling sheepishly as you explain your worry. He nods in understanding, “Hard to keep secrets in this line of work.” He sighs.

It’s quiet for a second while he stands over you, letting you gather your thoughts and process the whole event. It didn’t feel real, it felt more like a vivid lucid dream. For starters, normally you wouldn’t be one for one-night stands let alone with someone who actively tried to kill or incapacitate you. Secondly, you are now in what should be a scary situation but all you can think about is how these random people now know your dirty fantasies and how hot this Scottish man is. All this while the one-night stand’s cum is ruining your panties. It makes your head hurt. “Deep breaths there. No need to stress so much, you aren’t in any danger.” Soap puts a hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing in an attempt to sooth your tense muscles. “Tell ya what, Bonnie. Why don’t we get you a nice shower?” 

Your mood is immediately lifted, you could almost cry at the thought of a hot shower. “That’s the best question I’ve been asked all day.” You chuckle 

Soap himself escorts you to the showers, a white box, shaped similar to a shipping container, with small lockers linking the outside. You briefly wonder if they had converted a container into a bathroom. Before you reach for the handle on the door Soap grabs your shoulder, “Not so fast, Lass! Bunch of howlin’ scabby numpties in there, let me clear em’ out first.” He says. You didn’t understand exactly what he said but you could tell it was some sort of insult. Soap bangs on the door with his fist, his other still holding on to your shoulder to make sure you didn’t try and book it while he was distracted. Next he’s cracking the door open and yelling inside, telling the men inside to finish up and clear out. It takes a moment but while they finish up Soap pulls you to the side to, what you assume is, his locker. Pulling out some clothes before locking it back. 

“Can’t have ya’ walkin around all scuddy.” He says as he hands you the clothes.

“Scuddy?” You ask, taking the gray material from his hands. 

“Naked.” He answers with a small breathy laugh.

“Ah.” You chuckle, remembering when you first walked in the warehouse. “For some reason I don’t think I’d get many compliments if I did.” 

“All due respect, you wouldn’t hear me complainin’.” He smirks 

You blush, sucking the inside of your bottom lip while the gears in your head turn. “Well, I wouldn’t complain if you were a little disrespectful?” It came out as a question, an offer to see if he would take it further. 

At first he’s shocked, looking at you with wide eyes but his smirk never falters. “And here I thought you were just a timid little thing.” He huffs, taking a step closer, taking the offer. “Disrespecting isn’t exactly my forte, but putting someone in their place is.” He purrs, dipping his head down to get close to your ear. It makes you visibly shudder and he chuckles at the sight, “Your ears really are sensitive, is everything on that little phone of yours true?” 

Now it’s your turn to be shocked, pushing away from him to look him in the eye as your face turns a deep red. He lifts an eyebrow and tilts his head, waiting for a response. He doesn’t push or try to follow you, he stands patiently waiting for you to give him a sign to continue and god do you want to give it to him. 

“You’ll have to find out.” You smirk, turning on your heels to walk back to the bathroom door. 

He stood still, shocked at your response. With wide eyes and a smirk he followed you like a puppy follows its favorite treat. 

[rainydayfanfic]

König Prompt

You were shot during a mission. König was the one to find you and pull you somewhere safe. He starts to patch you up the best he can with what little he has but you will have to wait till you’re back at the safe house to get some real help. He starts speaking German while patching you up, little words here and there while he talked to himself, reminding himself what to do. You ask what the words mean and he tells you. After he’s done what he can he tries to distract you from the pain by teaching you how to say some words and phrases in German- also how to pronounce his name correctly, you groan in embarrassment but he only laughs sweetly telling you not to worry about it.

I’m going to make a one shot out of this as well for gender neutral reader so please let me know in the comments if you wanna be tagged!