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[sexydoffyman]

day 27 - OBSESSIVE

König

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genre: smut, yandere

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a/n: I often forget that there are a few people who wait for me to post and I wanna apologise to these people. I don't know what got into me, but I hope that I'll be able to post everyday soon.

p.2

Everyone respects him, including you. He is a great fighter and his frame builds up fear in anyone who doesn't know him. He's a great soldier, but even the greatest soldiers have secrets. He has been trying his best to make sure his secret is never exposed.

What was his secret? It wasn't as much of a secret as a "weak spot". It sounds reasonable that a soldier would want to hide that, but his weak spot wasn't a part of the body or a fear.

It was you.

He would do anything to get you to himself. Of course, he was very aware that this might cause him problems later on. The soldier side of him was thinking about how unethical would it be to date a fellow team member. The human side of him was thinking that enemies could use you to get intel out of him. But he was thinking about how he wouldn't be able to get his eyes off you.

He was like a little boy watching his favourite dinosaur toy in the box, knowing he'd get punished if he played with it. He couldn't get his feelings into his work life. But holy shit, how hard was it for him to resist.

He knew he needed to fulfil some of his desires, or else he'd just be distracted all the time. He found a way to get you out of his mind. And even tho he knew it was rather unethical, he proceeded with his plan anyway.

You were in the canteen of the base, where you were ordered to stay until the next mission. Suddenly, you felt like someone was watching you. It would be pretty normal in such a crowded place. But you started to get that feeling everywhere.

Weirdly König started to look more focused during the missions. What a weird coincidence.

At this point, he has jerked off to you just doing some paperwork multiple times. Despite his size, he managed to hide very well. Then, a problem occurred. Just stalking you wasn't enough. He wanted and needed more.

He started watching you sleep. He started giving you little secret messages. He'd bring you snacks, still making sure you never figured out it was him.

He even managed to sneak into your closet. He watched you change. He watched you do your normal routine.

He watched you please yourself.

He was crazy for you. He still wanted more. He knew he needed to man up and tell you himself. Unfortunately, he was afraid of rejection. He just stuck to watching your every move. He wanted to make you his one day.

He was sweaty in your small wardrobe. He barely fit. His dick was in his hands. He was thinking about you on his dick instead of his hand. He wanted you to please yourself for him.

He wanted to touch you, but he made sure he stayed still. One wrong move, and he'd be exposed. He felt high with your body out for him to see like that. He wanted to please you himself once.

He wanted to see a ring on your finger in the future.

He needed to kiss you. He was holding himself back from getting out of the wardrobe. He wanted to get out and kiss you. He wanted to help you with his hands. He wanted to lick you up.

He wanted to touch your smooth skin. He wanted to pin you down to the bed. He wanted you laying tired in his arms after he fucked the absolute shit out of you. He was annoyed that he wasn't allowed to yet. He was impatient.

Sight wasn't enough anymore.

It didn't matter if you'd like him back or if he'd have to use force. He'd make sure you're his.

a/n: Honestly, I feel like this needs p2. Let me know if you're interested.

[saddestsquid]

Can I request horny reader, but she's too tired to do the work so Gaz just softly makes love to her and then they curl up and go to bed

>-<

Feel free to ignore this if it's yucky

Love, 🥺anon

Thank you sm for the ask anon !! I love sleepy smut, especially with Gaz ^^ apologies for taking so long to get to this, but I hope it’s what you wanted ♡

౨ৎ Sleepy sex with Gaz ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

18+ , soft sex, f reader, pet names, p in v, mating press position(?), cuddling, soft, fluff + smut, Gaz is kinda possessive in this (keeps referring to reader as his but in a cute way), he talks you through it !

You can feel your exhaustion seeping into your bones, but still you somehow can’t manage to fall asleep. Your fatigue weighs you down into the mattress and you feel like never getting up again, but you can’t ignore how your arousal flares in your gut.

You stared down at your handsome boyfriend sleeping soundly beside you. It was only a day ago that he came back from a 4 month long deployment, you knew he needed this sleep. You felt horrible waking him up just because of your own neediness… .. .but it’s impossible not to stare at his chiselled jaw, well shaved facial hair that you could feel the phantom touch of scratching against your inner thighs when he…

You were getting progressively more wet the more you thought about him, as if the man wasn’t right in front of you. You watched the rise and fall of his chest with every calm exhale, all the stress leaving his body the second he was asleep next to you. You ogled his plump lips and how good they felt pressed against your own, his gorgeous brown eyes and how they could look so soft and puppy-like staring up at you, but so dangerous and demanding when staring right through you.

You noticed his eyelashes flutter and your focus turned to that. You swear he had to be using some kind of lash serum because what. Hand some of that length over bud. (The other one too 😼) You kept daydreaming about him while you rubbed your thighs together for some delicious friction. Only when the pressure on your clit released some tension and your mind cleared did you do a double take. Wait, his eyelashes fluttered? 

You called his name softly and his eyes blinked open while he smirked at you. “What’s wrong? Dreaming about me, princess?”

You rolled your eyes at him, as if he was far off.“Dealing with you awake is enough, I don’t need you haunting my dreams too.” You bantered, but your soft, drowsy voice only made him laugh.

“Everyone needs a bit of me.” He chipped in, but couldn’t keep a straight face. “Unlucky for them, I’m only interested in my gorgeous girl.” 

You blushed and squealed when he pulled you into his chest by the waist and peppered kisses all over your face. “So, what are you doing up?” He asked between smooches.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” He repeated skeptically.

“I- I just couldn’t fall asleep.” You muttered truthfully.

“And why’s that luv?” He asked, running his hands through your hair.

“…Nothing” 

He raised an eyebrow, suspicious of your avoidance of his questions. He noticed you move slightly, and he lifted up the blanket to see you ‘discreetly’ rubbing your thighs together to the sound of his husky tired voice. 

“Ohh” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “so my girl is just needy.”

You blushed and looked away in embarrassment. “Didn’t want to wake you up.”

He huffed, “Dove, you can always wake me up for anything, especially this.” He emphasized his point by grabbing your thigh and pulling you even closer to him. 

You gasped at his warm hands so close to where you need them, lazily bucking your hips towards his fingers until they were rubbing at the wet patch on your panties.

“So soaked for me princess, what are you imagining me doing to you in that pretty little head of yours, hm?” He asked, reaching his other hand up to cradle the side of your face. He talked to you so gently in your tired state, letting you feel all soft and compliant next to him.

You were too embarrassed to answer him, hiding your face in the blanket while you squeezed your thighs together to trap his hand between them. Being a toned military man with  biceps you drooled over—he easily pushed your thighs back apart and settled between them—holding you down just an inch far enough away from him to where you couldn’t grind your aching clit on his bulge.

He was above you now, admiring the pleading look in your eyes when you stared up at him. “Answer the question, gorgeous.” 

With a reluctant whimper you whispered out, “wanted you to fuck me Ky….please.” with such a desperate look on your face he couldn’t possible decline.

He smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, unintentionally pushing his hard-on right against your clothed cunt and making you moan out.

He pulled back to press his face into your cunny until you grabbed him and draped your arms around his shoulders. You pulled his face onto yours and softly kissed him until you couldn’t breathe. He pulled your panties down, breaking away from the kiss to watch the string of your cream coat them. When he rubbed your slick around your cunt messily and was about to gently prod a finger in, you stopped him again with a pathetic whine.

He looked concerned, about to ask if you wanted to stop before you were interrupting him. “I don’t want your fingers, just your cock.” 

“You need stretching, luv.” He huffed out like it was the most common knowledge in the world, not up for debate at all with him. (Your lovely bf is terrified of ever potentially hurting you.)

“No, m’relaxed.” You promised, about to start bawling in pent-up exhaustion. “I need it.”

“Alright then.” He chuckled—a little dumbfounded by the extent of how horny you were at the moment.

He pulled down his grey sweatpants and boxers at once, his hard cock slapping against his toned stomach. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and he spread it down his thick shaft before positioning it at your entrance.

You sighed in delight when it finally started to push into your hole, stretching your leaking cunt open deliciously. He was slow and deliberate, letting you be split open at a bearable pace. 

You sunk into the warm duvet and settled into the comfort, eyes already starting to flutter shut. Gaz commited that image to memory—his girl all sleepy and comfy on his cock in his bed in his clothes.

He cherished moments like these with you, just basking in each other’s presence. With every drag of his length in your gummy walls you whispered out quiet keens and moans of his name like a mantra. 

He bent your legs and pushed your knees to your shoulders so he could reach the deepest parts of you, pressing his lips to yours and swallowing up the loud mewls you let out when he hit that spongey spot inside of you. 

You could barely keep your eyes open—drifting in and out of consciousness until the only thing in your brain was him. He noticed this of course, and smiled down at you. “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. Just let go.” he encouraged.

And fuck, you wanted to so badly, but you knew you’d pass out right after and you wanted to be filled up by his warm seed when you drifted off.

You stuttered over your moans, feeling nothing but bliss. “cum with me.” You pleaded.

He groaned at the request and angled his hips deeper, circling your clit with the pad of his finger and tracing out the letters of his name. “Keep making those pretty noises then, baby.”

And how could you not? You gasped and keened under him, moaning out his name because it’s the only thing your fucked-out brain could comprehend other than a slurred out ‘I love you.’

“I love you so much, my perfect girl.” He groaned out, getting so unbelievably pussy-drunk on you. He tilted your chin up and latched his lips onto yours, swirling his tongue around yours until you suddenly tightened around him. He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting your lips to whisper encouragements to you, talking you through your orgasm as it came crashing down on you.

“Go on, make a mess of my dick. You look so gorgeous creaming all over me, just like in your daydreams, yeah baby? This is all you needed, just some good cock to help you fall asleep.”

You were coating his cock in your arousal, gripping him like a vice while your pussy gushed around him. His moans mixed with yours when he spilled inside you, rocking his hips while your pussy milked him.

He filled you up completely, some spent dribbling out and coating your plush thighs. He continued to rock his hips into you, riding out both of your orgasms until he watched your eyes flick closed. He deliberately pulled out of you and toppled over beside you, pulling you into him and wrapping his strong arms around you. His head was resting atop yours, with your head pressed into his chest so the first thing you’d hear when you woke up in the morning would be his steady heartbeat—running on nothing but love for you.

[saintship]

humbly would like to request konig seeing s/h scars on his s/o for the first time :’)

fun fact i got dumped one time over em one time, my ex saw em on my thigh and was like “yeah no”

First of all I’m hunting this fucker down, what the hell??

People who get stranger’s IP’s do your shit

I’m so sorry that happened to you, that little boy did not deserve you, I hope you enjoy<3

SIDE NOTE I saw a headcanon on tiktok saying “König is NOT shy” And I kinda loved that so I tried to explore it a bit

Warnings: S/H scars, revealing of traumatic events

König x Reader

Outer Patrol

Of all the assignment you cycled through, outer patrol was the easiest on the eyes. The forest surrounding the base consisted of thin birch trees packed together, so that slivers of sunlight would reach through and grace the east grounds. Your favorite was the early morning outer patrol with König—he shared your fascination with the forest, and slung a loose arm around you when it had been truly freezing last winter.

Now, in the warmth of July, the sun casted its light aggressively through the gaps of branches and leaves, the humid air clouding your thoughts.

The sticks and leaves crumpled under both of your boots, König bringing up the rear on the narrow path.

“Do you think there are bears out here?” You murmur, looking carefully through the gaps of the trees.

“Nein. We make too much noise..” König pointed out. The camp certainly made itself known during artillery drills.

You hum, letting the air settle in silence again. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks, causing König to nearly topple you over.

“Hey!”

“Sh!” You hold up a gloved hand, staying as still as possible. Slowly, you lifted the other to point ahead of you, where a fox pawed at the ground, investigating the lush grass.

“That’s not a bear.” König’s whisper nearly made you laugh, but you swatted his shoulder instead, smiling.

“He’s so cute..” you whisper. The fox lifted its head, spotting the two of you and bounding away quickly.

“I guess it’s not too loud for him.” You turn around and walk backwards to face your partner as the path widens ahead.

“Maybe we’ll see kits in the spring.” König said softly.

“Aw..” You cooed at the thought, smiling.

The path continued, but there was a faint fork that led off to the right.

“Have you seen this?”

König shook his head.

You pushed back a branch, stepping through the threshold. The path was littered with overgrown ferns, bushes, and a few fallen logs you had to vault over. Finally, the path opened to a clearing, where a small stream expanded into a large pond nestled underneath a trickling waterfall. The rocky ledge slanted down, the falling water sparkling beneath the late morning sunshine.

“Oh..my god..” you breathed. You turned to see König’s reaction; he was transfixed on the water, his eyes shining under the dark paint and hood.

“This is insane..” you knelt by the water, removing a glove to feel the temperature. “Not bad. I bet people used to swim here.”

Suddenly, König’s pager buzzed, and he was broken from his trance to retrieve the device from his hip.

“König, outer patrol..” He greeted.

“Price is tellin’ me to inform everyone off base to not come back until the afternoon; apparently we’ve got more people than we’re supposed to have on the property, and the hounds are here earlier than he thought.”

Simon’s voice rang gruffly through the transmitter, sounding irritated.

“So just don’t come back for a few hours, yeah?”

“Ja.” König replied.

“Thanks, Ghost!” You called from where you knelt at the water.

“Whatever.” The line clicked, leaving them alone with the sound of running water again.

“Well, we couldn’t have been in a luckier spot to stay put.” You stated, pulling off your backpack. You set down your gun next to it and hugged your knees, watching the water.

“That is true.” König conceded. He shed the bulk of his gear, along with his weapon, but remained standing, wandering along the shoreline. He knelt for a moment, seemingly inspecting something, before standing again and tossing a stone sideways, the rock skidding a total of four times before plunging into the water.

“Woah!” You got to your feet, walking over to him. “You could go Olympic..” You found a stone that seemed thin enough, turning it over in your ungloved hand.

“Just turn your hips. Put your soul into it.” König instructed, enacting his ridiculous stone-skipping stance. You laughed a bit, but followed his direction, skipping the rock twice.

“Ha!” You threw your arms up, connecting your hands with König’s for a double high five.

“Not bad..” He chided.

The sun rose in the sky over the next hour, you and König perfectly content with skipping rocks, wrestling, and splashing each other. All the movement combined with the beating sun made for a layer of sweat underneath your uniform.

“Wish we could swim; I’m melting..” you laid on your back dramatically, feeling the warm stones through your shirt.

“Why not?”

“Because, we have work, and someone might- hey!” You sat up, gaping as König lifted his shirt. He was careful to keep his hood on, but dared to strip of his pants, boots and socks.

“What are you doing?” You couldn’t help but smile at his tenacity.

“Just to my waist!” König gestured to his bare torso, his black briefs and hood being the only fabric left on him. You watched as he waded in, the muscles of his back enough to have a warmth climb your neck. You look away, feeling uncertain about ogling your coworker.

“It’s so nice!”

You turned back to see him hip-deep, running his hands back and forth along the surface. The definition of his chest and shoulders was criminal, accentuated by the patterns of light reflecting off the water’s surface.

“Come on!”

“No way!” You grinned, trying to hide the sense of dread the idea brought onto your mind.

“I am willing to use force!”

“Oh, god..” you sighed, removing your boots and socks. You waded to your shins, rolling up your pants so they didn’t get wet. The water was cool, washing away the sweat prickling on your legs. “Happy?”

“I don’t think so..” He sang, wading back to the shore. The water cascaded down his lower stomach, along his thighs. You found yourself furiously studying the pebbles at your feet, rendering you unaware of König’s attack.

He lifted you from the water with damp hands, ready to drop you in the further depths. You yelped, laughing but terrified of coming back with a soaked uniform.

“Alright! Alright!” You shouted. “I’ll get in, crazy!”

A gentle laugh rumbled from his chest, which sounded right by your ear as he set you down. You had felt the muscle of his chest through just a layer of fabric; the thought enough for you to avoid his eyes.

With all the laughter, you almost forgot the reason you didn’t want to undress in the first place. While König returned into the water, you pulled off your shirt, your sports bra being the only covering for your chest. The high-waisted underwear that you wore so your belt didn’t dig dents into your skin acted as bottoms, but you were hesitant to remove your pants. König noticed your labored breathing, returning to your side again.

“You don’t have to..if you really don’t want to.” He said gently, holding out a surrendering hand.

“No, it’s not..I just..” you sighed, irritated, and sat down in the sand.

“Is there something bothering you?” König’s gentle question shouldn’t have made you shrink the way it did.

“I’m sorry I pressured you, I didn’t-"

“König, it’s not your fault.” Your words escaped a bit snappier than usual, your shame building into frustration. “It’s..there are parts of myself you haven’t seen. Things that might upset you.”

König continued to look in your eyes, his concern drifting to confusion.

“There is nothing I would hold against you..” he assured. “If you want to do this, you shouldn’t hold yourself back, it’s alright.”

His words grounded you. He was right; a bodily feature is not grounds for hiding yourself away for the rest of your life when you don’t want to.

You nod, finding it easier to just get to it. Your belt came off first, the sound of the sliding leather deafening in the air of trickling water and chittering birds. Sliding your pants down your legs, the scars stretching over your thighs seemed especially defined under the sunlight. You discarded your pants, resisting the urge to cover yourself. You heard an intake of breath from König; a noise of realization.

“That is why you didn’t want to?” He asked gently.

“Scars like these don’t sit well with most people.” You murmur. Standing, you wade fully into the water, letting the water come up to your shoulders. König followed quietly, the same depth with his height letting the water only reach his sternum.

“I don’t think of you differently.” He admitted softly. “I’m honored you trust me to share something like that..I believe you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

You study his eyes for a moment, the water around you soothing your worries. “Really?”

König nodded, then let the silence stretch its legs between the two of you for a moment.

“Do you wanna go under the waterfall?” König asked.

You smiled. “Your hood will get wet..”

He hummed in realization. “I suppose you’ll have to go under for two?”

You laugh gently, swimming toward the waterfall with a splash at his chest. The water fell gently, soaking your hair and cooling your scalp.

“That’s nice..” you murmured, your eyes closed. “They’re totally going to know..”

Opening your eyes, you spot König already looking your way. The water is deep enough here that the edge seams of his hood are dipping into the water.

“I think it was worth it..”

You know he doesn’t mean it was worth it to escape the heat. Or threaten to dunk you underwater, or watch you tilt your head back under a glittering waterfall. You’d admitted something raw—deeply personal. There was a tie that bound you now, separate from that military based trust that everyone shared. With the others, you’d devoted the sacrifice of your body; your role in the fight. But to one Colonel, you had devoted your mind.

[thelaisydazy]

Could we get a Firefighter!141 x reader were they move in together and maybe Simon is building a dog house for Riley. (Firehouse themed!)

You’re standing at your kitchen sink, rinsing a few dishes as you unpack them from their box, leaving them on the drying rack before reaching for another box. It’s been a few weeks since losing your cottage to a kitchen fire. Since then you’ve started to move into a new one on the edge of town, one a little closer to the forest. 

You look out the window to see Simon in the backyard, building a doghouse for Riley. The sight brings a smile to your lips. After losing your home, the firefighters at Station 141 allowed you to stay with them until you got back on your feet. You'd baked them goodies almost every day to thank them, though you never felt like it was enough. 

Over those weeks living at the station, you'd gotten quite close with everyone. So much so that when you found someplace new, they all insisted on taking turns staying with you. Which is how you ended up with Simon building Riley a doghouse in your yard. You smile quietly to yourself as you turn the sink off and dry your hands on your pants. On your way to your back door, you grab a water bottle from your fridge. 

You walk over to where Simon’s hammering a nail into one of the doghouse walls, tilting your head to appreciate the way his muscles move as he works.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked without turning to look at you. You smile slyly back. 

“Only a lot,” you say. You hold out the bottle of water for him. He takes it, pulling down his mask and gulping it down. 

[blingblong55]

Cupid's Chokehold-Keegan P. Russ

Based on a request: Inspired by this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNvqQeak/ Can I request Rockstar!Keegan x Reader, please? Reader has been a fan of Keegan for many years, and for the first time, she managed to see him irl at a concert. When both eyes connected, ⚡️ ZING ⚡️ tension became to form. P/s: fluff/smut/smuttiest is up to you ☺️. Thank you! 

---- F!Reader, 18+, smut, rockstar!keegan, rockband au, oral!sex, some fluff, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, mentions of drug use, consent checks, fingering ----

A/N: Okay but the song/title is fits with this so perfectly!

11:30 at night, the small venue doors open and you walk in. Your friends are excited just like you. Skulls, the rock band you've been obsessed with started their small tour in your city and there you were, front-row tickets, cherry red lipstick and that tight little dress. And there he is, Keegan Russ, the lead singer, waiting for the lights to dim and for him and his band to light the stage with their presence. 

The guitar begins, drums next and with each drum hit, the lights flash. The fans go wild just like you as the lead singer, Keegan comes on stage and begins to sing. He begins to approach the edge of the stage and caresses a woman's face as he sings, he begins to near her lips with his own and before they kiss he pulls away with a smirk and a laugh. The other men in the bad chuckle, they also make women and men think they are to be kissed only to pull away at the last second. His pale blue eyes catch yours, and your heart races, he smirks and winks. 

Midway through the concert, Keegan pulls a cigarette and lights it up, inhaling its smoke into his lungs, he looks at the women in the crowd. Which one will be his midnight meal? You knew he always had at least three women per show and then, there he stood, women screaming his name and he hopped off the stage, kissing women on the lips like it was normal, until he walked past you and stopped. Why was his heart racing? He had seen beautiful women, yes but you, oh you were carved by gods and kissed by angels. What is this good feeling in his chest? It can't be the drugs he took before the show, can't it? "What's your name, doll?" His American accent is present. You ushered your name to him and he smirked just a little, from his hand, he placed his cigarette to your lips. "Keep it warm for me, yeah?" He hurries back up to the stage and continues his show. 

Last song and he leans over, points to you and gets a security guard to hurry you backstage. "Go, go!" your friends smile, their eyes on the drummer. 

And now, here you are, in his dressing room, clothes scattered on the floor, sex toys and a package of condoms on the sofa. His cologne fills the room and so does the odor of cigarettes. "I see you did keep it warm," he takes the cigarette and places it back on his lips. "Tell me, doll, what are your deepest fantasies?" his arm is placed around your shoulder as he walks you to the tour bus. Every dirty secret whispered to him and the more you said, the more he wanted to just bend you over the sofa, rip those panties of yours and eat you out. As he closed the door to the tour bus, he looked at you. "You're okay with this? With me making every inch of yours mine?" "I am." "Better be, because I can't pretend I don't want you anymore," his warm and soft lips meet yours. His tongue pushed past yours, gaining dominance in a matter of seconds. 

He backs you up to the bed and begins to kiss your neck and jaw, leaving trails of his lips on you. Your hands take off his clothes as he rips off yours. "You don't need this right?" a cocky grin on him as he tears the last piece of clothing off you. You heard stories of how he would fuck women before you and now, you have that privilege. His hand finds your waist and then slowly grabs and slaps your ass before he pushes you to the bed. "Be as loud as you can, okay doll?" Your warm tits bouncing as you eagerly nod. He chuckles, "Good girl." Those warm hands on his find your slick cunt. "Already wet for me? oh, doll, tsk tsk, guess I have no other option but to fuck that eagerness out of you, huh?" his lips twitch at the small smile he gives you.

Keegan kisses you from your forehead and to your inner thighs. He grips, slaps and nibbles on the softness of your skin. Before you can even predict it, he looks at you and begins to slowly trail the precious folds of your cunt. You let out a moan and he chuckles, "What, can't take a little kiss now?" His tongue licking and slowly trailing down to your eager little hole. "C'mon baby, lick 'em," his fingers on your mouth, getting them nice and soaked so he can finger you properly. Once they were, his fingers teased your entrance. 

Good girls get stuffed and prepared before He treated them with his cock, isn't that right? 

Slowly, as Keegan sucks and licks your precious clit and his fingers fuck themselves in you, you feel your climax get near. He can sense it and oh does this make him eager to hear yourself let loose. Why be a shy girl when you can be his loud little pet? "That's right, doll, come for me, do it." His words are persuasive and hot. His breath playing with your already sensitive cunt and all you can do is arch your back. His big hand holds your hips down, "No no, be a good girl and stay still for me," his voice hoarse. Those enchanting eyes never leave your face as he watches you go crazy with every passing second that he is down on you. What man would ever pass the opportunity to see a goddess like this? Your nipples are hard, mouth open as moans and soft whimpers leave and those eyes, oh those half-lidded eyes rolling back. 

Is this what it is? He eats pussy good and that's why all women drop for him? If it is, you have been let in into the secret. When your orgasm crashes with his mouth, you hear him lick and devour your pretty cunt. He moans and drowns in your delicious juices. Pre-cum leaks from his swollen tip and that's when he finds himself humping the bed in which you lie. "Fuck, I can't do this anymore," he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge. "I need to fuck you, okay? I'll be rough, you hear me?" His fat and heavy cock slaps against your cunt and he teases your entrance with his tip. "Are you okay with this?" He looks directly into your eyes and you nod. "Very," is all you can respond and then, he slowly slips himself inside of you. 

A whiny groan leaves his lips and slowly, to help you get used to his size, thrusts into you. A soft gasp escaped your lips, his size too much to bear at the moment but it feels just too good. His hand on your waist, the other cupping your face. Your cheek flushed. "Such a beauty, doll," and just in cue, he begins to kiss you. Perhaps it was the weed in the room, maybe it was that he already had you drunk on sex but it was a connection, the same one from before. It was different, not only did he feel it but you did too. Hooked on romance, the drugged poets say. 

As he thrusts into you, he finds himself worshipping your body. The curves of your soft tits, the way your tummy feels when he lets his hands wander and how you feel clenched around his fat cock. Your moans and his mixing create a perfect tune. That's when the idea struck. He grabs his phone and looks at you, "I'll keep fucking you, you just moan, doll," he nods and presses record. His thrusts harder by the second, only letting you grip onto him as he fingers your clit. Your moans are louder yet still so angelic. "Keegan," you repeat multiple times. What a perfect song you'll be. 

"Fuck, fuck," his eyes shut and his moans grow louder. His cum and your juices meet. His seed filling you up, hands roaming your body as he kisses you, to soothe the exhaustion. "It's okay, you did great, doll," he whispers and pulls out. Keegan begins to caress you, calming your shaky legs and excited body. A bottle of water meets your lips as he begins to care for you. 

It wasn't three women he'd have as a midnight meal, it's you he rather want in his bed now. With your moans and his ever-beating lover's heart, that is what he needs. You, the muse to his sex, love and any other songs. Those painted cherry lips of yours, what a heaven on Earth have you given him. 

Five months into you and it's him who is more than drunk. Now, as he celebrates yet another concert, the last song he finishes with is his ultimate favourite. Cupid's Chokehold, dedicated to his doll. The girl who owns the once playboy. 

Take a look at my girlfriend

She's the only one I got 

Not much of a girlfriend

I never seem to get a lot 

And now, each time he finishes that song, he winks at you. You who so proudly watches him from the side of the stage smile and then he takes your hand and walks to the tour bus with you. 

A/N: Hope ya liked it and I know this is long overdue, so sorry for the delay :)

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[fatal-iistic]

the lioness' den

Summary: From request, you're a reckless fool. No one would foresee that surrogate soldier to Urzikstan's Freedom Fighters would capture their Commander's affections.

Pairings: Farah Karim x Reader (written for female but could be perceived as GN)

Warnings: Blood, gore, war, Farah Karim is actually a soft woman, soft, fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

You’re alive.

But you might as well be dead.

There’s no way Farah is going to forgive me for this.

Strict orders. Commander Karim didn’t take insubordination lightly – she might not be a tyrant like Barkov or the al-Qatala regime, but she demanded order and respect. And you are notorious for pushing those limits. It’s a wonder that, after three years of fighting alongside Farah and her Freedom Fighters, you haven’t been amiably dismissed.

You are, after all, a surrogate to her cause.

Military-trained and already involved in the conflicts embedded deep within Urzikstan, you’d been injured in Sakhra when al-Qatala laid siege to the US Embassy, left for dead somewhere in the streets. US intel had labeled you KIA. The people of Urzikstan had taken you in and nursed your wounds for nearly two weeks before you were well enough to operate on your own. 

Things were murky with the Embassy fallen. Getting news back to the States of your proof of life became complicated. You were forced to remain living amongst the citizens of the Republic of Adel, but what had been an inconvenience became a change in your life. 

Al’umu, Mother, the matriarch of the family that fostered you, had told you about the struggles of Urzikstan, the things that didn’t make the media. You walked those streets after al-Qatala and the NATO armies had lain waste to them, seeing the devastation these people lived on a daily. Children playing ball amongst debris. Storekeepers still stayed afloat even after half of their front had been blown to shreds by bullet holes. 

Life went on – what else could they do? 

You'd met Commander Karim in Sakhra. She was the catalyst of the Freedom Fighters, their fearless leader. Al’umu introduced you fervently, even though you’d insisted there was no point in you wasting the commander's time. Yet despite that notion, Farah thanked you for being here to fight, even though it was her people you were indebted to at the set of the sun. You joined her Freedom Fighters – no questions asked. Sent messages to your family back home but remained in Adel.

It's a strange case – an 'outsider' shouldering the ranks of Urzikstan's rebels. You hadn't been the only one to do so – but you'd become the most remarkable considering the proximity you'd gained with the Commander. 

You’d become a military asset but somehow garnered favor with the commander. While soliciting eye rolls and scoffs from Farah, your dry humor and quick wit must’ve done measures to charm her. Your affections grew bolder, affections that Farah kept at arm's length but never entirely denied. You continued to spin that web, and even Urzikstan’s fearless commander couldn’t free herself from it.

Fingers wrap around your side, hugging blood-stained fabric over the wound on your side. You’d taken a bullet into the side, though it seemed superficial. You hadn’t spent much time assessing the damage thoroughly, just enough to declare that no metal was lodged into your abdomen. Hamza helps you out of the truck, assisting you towards the outpost.

Your eyes scan tentatively for Farah. A gut feeling that you were about to receive the reprimand of a lifetime – and you’d passed elite selection for the USMC.

“Where are they?” You can hear Farah’s voice sharply over the hustle of the outpost. Your eyes rivet upwards to see her pushing past her soldiers, eyes locked onto you like a honing system.

Lips curl into a failing smile. “Farah,” you murmur. 

Her fingers latch to the fabric of your shirt, near the collarbones, hoisting you upright and out of Hamza’s hold. You catch a gasp in your throat, growling slightly as the pain sends shockwaves through your frame.

“What the hell happened?” she demands. Dark amber eyes flash. She is a lioness. Teeth bared. Hackles raised.

You'd always feared her like one would a wild predator. Much of your existence was holding a lion by the tail with Farah. She could easily swoop and swipe, depleting your existence if she pleased. Yet most days, she serviced you with mercy (you joked about mercy, when others made indiscreet whispers about you two). 

Despite your willingness to push boundaries – both off and on the battlefield. 

“Farah, Farah,” you grimace. Your lungs hitch against the edges of your ribs as she procures you. Pain sizzles up your spine, igniting the receptors of your cranium as you wheeze. “I’m alive. But you’re pushing my luck.”

An expression of panicked horror flickers from her face before her palms release the vice grip on your shirt. You stumble, Hamza lunging swiftly to stabilize you. Farah also reaches, recognizing her plight only a second too late. She cradles her arms under your shoulders as you fall into her chest.

"Easy," you exhale. Composing your bearings, you rock back onto your heels and straighten your torso. Farah's arms remain circled close to you, while Hamza's hands hover near your shoulders. You shift a bit, tossing your companions a half-lucid, toothy grin. "See?"

Skepticism permeates the air. Farah grips your arm, directing you to a place to sit on a nearby crate. You take a seat, wincing as the wound along your side ripples while you maneuver. Teeth raze against the inner flesh of your cheek. You throw your head back with an agonized shutter.

She grabs the bloodied hem of your shirt, hiking the fabric up to expose the seeping wound at your side. It had been a superficial wound, taking more flesh and soft tissue than anything of importance. The mere issue that remained, though, was the enormity the 5.56 caliber rounds used by al-Qatala and how they shredded flesh. The measly bandage applied hours ago is nothing but a crimson-stained rag tied to your side.

Peeling the previous bandage away, you bite into your lip as the movement sends prickles of pain through your system. You dig fingernails into your palms until your knuckles are stark white and little bruises form under the crescents of your nails. Farah discards the rag, reaching for a clean towel and dousing it with a clear substance – some form of disinfecting alcohol, you presume (you weren't a medic).

“How did you get injured?" Farah demands with controlled sternness. She keeps her tone tame, both for your humility and hers. "You weren’t supposed to be near the combat."

“Things didn’t go as planned,” you defend. Jaw locks. You gaze up with a bolster of defiance seeping through your veins.

She curses in Arabic. Words you recognize, words you don't. Without forewarning, she holds the damp towel to your wound. You squirm, choking on your tongue to stifle your whimper. 

"Fucking Christ, Farah," you growl. You slam a fist into the crate. The ghost of tears burning the edges of your eyes. "Warn me."

She stares up with the smug playfulness of a lion cub. Damn proud of how savage she could be. You'd really asked for it, hadn't you? Playing too close to the enclosure of a deadly predator? Toying the faint lines of goodwill and whatever blossomed between you two. 

Like storing C4 next to a faulty electrical outlet. 

"If you had listened to me, to my orders, you wouldn't be injured," she remarks frigidly. The ice almost penetrates through your chest, humiliation melting into the jagged cracks of your ribs. 

You blink, chin dropping as you escape from her scrutiny. "Ask Hamza or Amir or anyone. Things went to shit," you reply surely, clearing your throat before looking back at her. "You know I can't stand by and let people die."

"My soldiers know the risks," Farah counters. "Your role was essential to–"

"I am your soldier too," you interject. 

A stunned silence wedges its way in between you two. Air thick with tension that could be serrated by a knife. 

"What?" Farah utters.

"Don't speak to me like I'm an external source," you argue, limbs taut. "You've said it yourself then why do you treat me like I'm just an add-on? Like I'm not truly in this cause."

"I-I…"

"Am I a Freedom Fighter, or just some ex-soldier you picked up out of sympathy? Tell me the truth on what you see in me, Farah."

"Don't be ridiculous," she rebukes. You can see her chew on the inside of her mouth thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowing as she declares, "You are a Freedom Fighter."

You wilt a bit. Reassured. She presses the clean gauze into your wound, while one arm reaches to caress your jaw for a moment gently. Your breath hinges in your chest as her fingers dance away, back to your side. She makes quick work of patching the wound back up, covering it with your bloody shirt.

"If I give you orders to stay away from combat, you better pay heed to them," she states haughtily, gazing back with fiery eyes, like a lioness. She lingers close to your orbit, fingers absent-mindedly playing with the bottom buttons of your shirt. In the stillness of the moment, you can feel the exhalation of her lungs brush against your cheeks.

You give her a wry smile, smirking. “You said it yourself,” you remark, “we don’t follow logic. We follow what works.”

She tilts her forehead against yours, nose brushing against your own. A coarse chuckle rattles in her chest as she caresses the side of your face.

“Satakun mwti, (You will be the death of me)” Farah breathes. 

You smile flippantly. “I don’t know what the hell that means,” you croak. 

Her eyes dance to yours. The specter of a smile teases the edges of her lips as she leans back an inch. Tilting her head, she takes the sight of you in before pressing a gentle kiss along your sweat-salted forehead.

“It’s nothing in particular,” she hums. “Just know that ‘uhibuk (I love you).”

You grin, teeth flashing as you edge closer to brush your own lips to hers. You danced a line fine with the queen of the jungle within your grasp, but you were unafraid. You’d never tame her wildness and valiance, but you could live alongside it without fearing for your life. That was all you’d ask for.

“I know that one,” you chuckle proudly. “I love you, too.”

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

(I'm so sorry English isn't my first language) HI!!!! I really liked the story you wrote (the one I requested with COD characters scolding the male reader) and I would like to request for part 2!! Preferably with Captain price, soap, Graves, Alejandro and Rudy? Thank you!! I LOVE YOUR WRITTING KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[A/n:I love hearing that people liked my wrote so I'm so glad you liked it 😊. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:they scold you causing you to remember bad memories from your childhood

Type:Short Scenarios: Price X M!Reader: Soap X M!Reader: Graves X M!Reader: Alejandro X M!Reader: Rodolfo X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Rodolfo

Now Rudy has scolded people in the past for their stupidity and recklessness *cough Alejandro Cough* But never, never! Has he made someone so upset by his scoldings that they avoid him. So when you avoided him, he got worried. More than when Alejandro got pity and didn't talk to him for a week. No, you've never done this, you've talked to him before hand. So why this time? He didn't want to pressure you but also at the same time he wanted to know what he did, so he got Alejandro to ask you. And he did. You explained to Alejandro and it broke his heart, especially because he had to explain it to Rudy why you were so upset. When Alejandro walked into Rudy's room, Rudy was already in his face nervously waiting for an answer. Once he heard why he felt so bad and instantly starting looking for you. He made sure to apologize and crush you in a hug to let you know he meant it.

Graves

He scolds everyone that's no surprise, he's strict when it comes to work but outside of work? It's rare for him to scold someone. So he most definitely scolded you on the job. And because of that he noticed quite quickly it affected you more than it should. Since you couldn't go far from him, he could see the change in your mood. So he would ask why your so gloomy, and wouldn't take "it's nothing" as an answer. So when you explained to him the problem he'd genuinely feel bad, as he's apologizing he'd probably call you something like "son", "boy", or "kiddo" instead of "soldier", maybe it made you feel better. But if you were dating he would probably call you "Honey" or "Sugar" when apologizing. Just to get his message more clear.

Price

Now he may be captain and you may be quite close with price but doesn't mean he'll go easy on you. He'll give you a harsh scolding like everyone else. But he'll notice your mood change instantly. He'll watch for a few days seeing how his scolding affect you. He'd felt a little bad for making you feel this way but he wouldn't let that slow him down. He was a Captian and had many responsibilities, yes he cared for you, but you need the scolding. He wouldn't scold you for no reason. It wasn't until it went on for longer than expected, when you continued to let his scolding get to you and visibly avoid price would he call you down to his office to talk to you. He'd have you explained what's wrong, and when you did that's when it hit him. He's been letting you feel this way for almost a week, he felt horrible. Yes, you needed that scolding but maybe he was to harsh? Price would quickly give you a warm and comforting hug and apologized, he made sure to let you know he was sorry.

Soap

He isn't one to scold, it doesn't happen alot. Mainly cause he leaves it to Ghost or Price but this time it was a in the moment scolding. It just happened in the heat of the moment, it felt necessary. He didn't notice your instant mood change due to him being busy but he could feel it, well more like sense it. Once you all got back to the base he still wouldn't notice to occupied with taking a shower and just relaxing, that mission was a tough one. When he was done and later just chilling with Gaz that's when he realized, not only did you instantly retreat when seeing Soap but also wouldn't look at him. Like at all. So as soon as he seen that he went to find you, just to see why your acting strange. As he's thinking about it he realizes you've been acting strange all day, well ever since he scolded you. When he finally found you he'd ask why and not let you leave until you tell him. When you do tell him, he'd feel horrible. An instant wave of guilt woudl crash over him and in that moment he'd be to stunned to speak. Which would let you be able to leave and for him to not be able to rightfully apologize. Everytime he'd try a lump would form in his throat not allowing him to.

Alejandro

Just like Price, since he's a leader, he's gonna scold people quite regularly. He still scolds Rudy, and just like with Rudy he won't hold back on you. For the most part he wouldn't feel bad about it. But when he thinks about it later he realizes it was a stupid reason. He wouldn't even realize, like most of them, but he would feel bad. So through the day, after he scolded you, he'd try to apologize but you just kept avoiding him. He'd try and try all day but it just wouldn't work. So he'd give you your space and talk with Rudy. He would still try to talk to you but a little less since he's still hanging out with Rudy. When he finally got to talk to you he wouldn't ask about why you've been avoiding him, but instead just apologize about his scolding and how it was a dumb reason. And even tho he didn't ask about why you were upset he'd still hey his point across.

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[A/n:I was really stuck on Soap and Alejandro if I'm being honest 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

[maryangelex]

Hey Loveeee🫶🏾

maybe you could write something typically classic like: How would the cod characters react if (Y/n) is harassed at a party.

(doesn't matter who you write about, but please don't forget Soap 🤭)

hello my lovely thank you for your request!!

how could i forget soap?!?! in fact, that man is going first!!!

Soap would be the type to pretend to be your boyfriend to save you from some weirdo at the bar. he'd spot you across the bar with some pea-brained bloke all over you, practically slobbering on you and spitting out drunken words at you. you're so obviously in distress that even a handful of beers deep, and soap couldn't be more furious. the next thing you know, you have a burly arm wrapped around your shoulders, a warm palm holding your shoulder with a reassuring grip.

"made a new friend, hen? didnae think to introduce him to your boyfriend?" the scot's eyes are meeting yours with a knowing look. normally you'd think someone like this would be even more of a creep, but soap's look let you know he was on your side. and if pretending to be this stranger's girlfriend would get this perv off you then so be it.

Gaz, however, has a more skilled approach. canonically gaz has expertise in vip protection, and he'd treat you as such. the minute he spots you with a drunken creep harassing you he's on the move. he'd step behind the guy, giving him a few rough pats on his back.

"right, bruv, think's time for you t'get goin', yeah?" and when the guy doesn't budge, his grip on back of his shirt tightens to drag him out of the pub like a mangy dog. of course, just because gaz is tactical doesn't mean he isn't suave. he'd have those charming brown eyes on you, making sure you know he's there to keep these flies from buzzing around you, and he'd make sure to shoot you a wink before escorting the fucker out like he's telling you "no worries, i'm right here."

Price has a similar strategy, he's a gentleman after all. he'd see you struggling to slip away from the fucker, whose hands are against the wall with his arms caging you in place. in no time he's next to you, using his tall stature and bulky body to interject. a firm hand is on his chest as he's pushing him back away from you.

"think i heard 'er tell you to fuck off, 'right mate?" his voice is like gravel and thunder, but the look and the comforting smirk he gives you as he looks over his shoulder to you lets you know you're in good hands. you hate when a man speaks for you but if it's john price, he can put more than words in your mouth, phew!!

Now, Ghost, is a man of few words compared to the other three. a man his size doesn’t really need to do much talking to get the point across anyway…so when he sees you being harassed across the pub, he appears like a specter behind the guy bothering you. the man is so large he casts a shadow over you like a cloud full of rain and thunder. you’re honestly a bit terrified yourself because now you have this massive black-clad man towering over this and yourself! all it takes to get this guy tucking his tail between his legs and running is a rumbling growl deep in ghost’s chest. but the gentle giant isn’t gonna let you carry out your night thinking he’s as evil as he is big, he’s a good guy and that why he buys you a drink, politely of course ;)

[captainjamster]

I'm interested to hear from people that feel under-represented in COD fics! As the point of writing reader/self-insert fanfiction is to create a character that readers can see themselves as, writers often aim to depict a character with stereotypical, easily generalisable features and appearances.

However, the natural trade-off of our desire for non-specific traits and appearances is an exclusion of specific conditions and appearances that many individuals may have.

The result is that there are a disproportionate amount of representative fics - hence why fat!reader, tall!reader and other !readers tags and works appear. This isn't a complaint or a call-out post. I'm passionate about understanding and writing about individual minority experience, especially as a fat, poor, gay and disabled trans person 🥴

Instead, I'd love the opportunity to contribute towards more representative COD fics. If there are disorders, conditions or other afflictions or traits that you'd like to see written about, I'd love to hear through DMs, asks or any other way!

I will write for NSFW or SFW for:

- all of 141 (including Kate, Roach, and '09 versions of Price/Ghost/Soap).

- Kortac (Konig, Horangi)

- Los Vaqueros (Ale, Rudy, Val)

- Others (Makarov, Nikolai, Yuri, Graves)

If you have a character not specified here, you're welcome to request them, but you will be testing my knowledge so it might be a little OOC! 🐇

‼️Please be aware of two things‼️

This is not a guarantee I will complete your request, or write for the exact character if you specify one, but I will certainly try my best. I cannot promise it will be perfect, but I will absolutely do my due diligence to research and create an accurate depiction of any !reader request.

More importantly, I will absolutely write NSFW involving these readers, but I am NOT writing fetish content - I will not centre fics around the sexualisation or fetishization of disabilities or disorders. My motivation for this is that I genuinely really appreciate the unique experience of every living person, and I want to provide an opportunity for readers with conditions such as amputations, disfigurements, impaired abilities, chronic conditions, etc. to explicitly read about themselves within a fic. Any request that is inappropriate will just be deleted, this isn't the blog for that, sorry.

[alkaline-wtr]

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**This blog is 18+. MDNI.

About Me

**Everything will always be tagged appropriately. (More thorough tags on actual post.)

SERIES:

“We Will Survive” Ghost x survivor!reader, fem!reader, zombie apocalypse AU, gore, violence, death, weapons, explicit language, multiple chapters (ongoing) CH 1 CH 2

ONESHOTS/IMAGINES:

"K.I.A." fatherfigure!Price x grieving!Reader, dead!Ghost, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of death, imagine

"Skipping Class" teen!Konig x stoner!reader, anxious!Konig, mentions of drug use, fluff, wholesome, imagine

"Biker!Ghost" biker!Ghost x fem!reader, smut, MDNI, imagine

"Vanilla!Ghost" Vanilla!Ghost x fem!reader, smut, MDNI, imagine

"Crush" yandere!reader, obssessive!reader, TW blood, death threats

HEAD-CANNONS:

"Coming Home" 141 and Konig x reader, military husbands, fluff, head-cannon

"Self-Conscious" self-conscious!Konig x reader, insecure!Konig, fluff, head-cannon

"Drinking" 141 and Konig, how the boys would drink, head-cannon

"TikTok Dancers" Soap x Gaz, how they film dances for TikTok, head-cannon

OTHER:

Soap x Ghost x reader Soap x Ghost x reader, silly, incorrect quotes

Soap x Ghost Soap x Ghost, incorrect quotes, silly

Y/n 'Mulan' scenario Ghost x reader, imagine, headcannon reader quote Soap x reader, silly, incorrect quotes

My Recommendations:

Call of Duty 💚

[sexydoffyman]

day 1 - SIZE KINK

König

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mdni

You looked up at him while sitting on his lap. His eyes seemed so relaxed. It made you feel safe that this rough giant that's slicing necks left and right could look so soft.

He had a soft spot for you. And he also acted like a damn virgin when you two were together. He avoids eye contact. He gets hard anytime you barely touch him.

You could feel his erection pushing against your clothed crotch. You put your hand under his sniper hood, caressing his cheek. His arms explored your body like liquid. If he wanted to, he could easily fold you in half. But he lets you take the lead.

Your hands slide down to his chest. You use your mouth to lift his hood up following up by putting wet kisses on his neck. He's melting under your touch like he isn't forty years old. Your hands keep going down, and you slide down to his knees for easier access to his crotch.

You cup his erection while keeping the kisses going. You look at his eyes, that now show that he put himself a little together. You unzip his pants and slide them down a little. You look down and back up, noticing the smirk on his face.

You push him down on the bed, laying on his body. He slides your pants completely off. You take his shirt off to leave more kisses behind.

You have been in control the whole time. Leading him. Being in a more dominant role. Now, the tables start to turn. He flips you over, so now you're under him. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, squeezing him. He positions himself so the tip is touching your entrance.

He teases you for a while and then slides it in, in one fell swoop. Your eyelids, close and you push your head back into the mattress. He isn't just huge in height. He's also huge down there. You just feel his girth stretching you.

He slides himself in and out slowly at first. He then starts to speed up, making his pace rougher. You look at him, realizing he's watching all of your reactions. He slams himself into you, making a bulge in your stomach.

This is going to be a long, rough night for both of you.

A/N: I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD.

[blnk338]

💕Happy early Valentine’s Day!💕

I was wondering if we could get some valentine day headcanons for the COD boys and their significant others ? (You can totally wait till tomorrow to do this)

YESSSS ty anon!! happy early valentines! :)

Gaz

this man cooks a four-course meal for his partner-- Michelin star level

wakes them up with breakfast (+ more wink, wink) in bed, making their tea/coffee exactly how they like it!

so soft and gentle all day, offering his arm to walk down steps, constantly grabbing things for his partner-- just doing this all more than usual, lovingly gazing at his lover after helping them each time

loves spending the day pampering them-- he's got the whole day planned and will make sure it all goes to plan

as mentioned before, breakfast in bed, then, while his partner showers and gets ready for the day, he walks out to the flower shop and picks up a bouquet for them when they walk out of the bathroom-- it's their favorite kind

they relax and enjoy each other's company until he makes lunch-- but so much of it was prepared the night before, it's done quickly so his partner isn't waiting too long

after lunch, they hike around the countryside together, enjoying the pleasant weather, then its right back home so he can set up a bubble bath for them and make dinner

dinner is fucking extravagant, he picked out the nicest candles and music, a kind smile across his lips as he watches his partner enjoy their meal

valentine's day is a whole big thing for him, he loves loves loves how happy his partner looks after they finish their meal, inhaling as he announces desert.

but there's something more to the sweet treat, lovingly scooping his partner up and stepping toward their shared bedroom, pressing kisses to their neck, humming into each one...

König

he's a bit less experienced with valentines day

wasn't exactly popular in his youth, but he learned a thing or two from just being out and about in the world

greets his partner with a bouquet of daisies with a little note wrapped around it, he bought chocolates as well, but he went for an actual chocolate store's wares, not a grocery store one

he wanted a quiet dinner at a small place he knew his partner liked in town, reserving a table for them

as much as he didn't love all the eyes on him, he really loved the idea of showing his lover off

beautiful as ever, he spared no time complimenting his lover on how gorgeous they looked, snaking a hand around their waist while pressing a kiss to their head

he bought a nice suit and everything for this, he kept checking to make sure he didn't spill anything, adjusting his coat-- he wanted to be a nice addition to their beauty

after dinner was a pleasant walk back through the park that sat between the restaurant and his place, smiling lovingly down at them while they giggled and clung to his arm

they stopped to look at the moon, but his eyes were never on the sky, they were always trained on his lover, the way that the cool light hit their face to carefully, tracing their features, kissing their skin

he leaned down to actually kiss them, breathing into it, muttering how much he adored them, how much he loved them

the walk back home was much slower, leaning into each other while his partner merely enjoyed his smile, practically dragging him back into the warmth of the home

maybe something more happened, maybe it didn't, regardless, he held them in his arms lovingly at the end of the night

Price

oh this sweet sweet man

this guy spent days on buying and setting up everything for the day-- he was set on recreating their first date together

it wasn't even supposed to happen-- things just aligned and they both had enjoyed a dinner far into the snowy peaks

he'd planned a dinner date for the two of them, but it was a bit of a trip-- an hour or so north into the mountains for a quiet meal in a rather nice place

he opened their door with red camellias, matching the soft maroon of his suit

he'd done a whole routine with his skin care, he just got his haircut, he trimmed his beard-- he'd done himself up to look good for them

dinner was beautiful, amazing

live music while they held hands, watching the snow fall outside the restaurant, giggling and laughing into each other the whole meal, talking until they closed

oh they'd left so late, nearly missing the last part of the date-- the dance in the room beside the dining area

softly, carefully, he held them, their head on his chest as they swayed gently with him while he pressed kisses onto their head

smothering his lover in compliments, his hands stayed on their waist, following their movements while the musicians serenaded the pair

by the time they both had gotten home, he'd opened up another bottle and giggled with his partner at the dining room table, gossiping about everything they'd seen at the restaurant

all of the couples and the silly things they saw-- giggling into their glass while they took another sip

price had his eyes on his lover the whole time, his smile never fading as they finished their drink. "I love you so much," he breathed out, watching their face turn from surprise to joy

practically leaping out of their chair, they pressed their lips onto him, pushing him further into his chair, somehow finding their way into his lap

he held them still, returning the kiss with just as much joy, only pausing a few times to stare lovingly at each other before returning to kissing

Soap

wake up to sloppy morning kisses (and something else if his partner's into it)

soap's over the moon if he can have his partner go on a full-out shopping spree and just carry all of their stuff for them

anything they want, he'll happily pay for and carry

he makes sure they take a quick detour back home so they can drop everything off before they go to the grocery store and pick up some stuff for dinner

soap's alright with cooking, but he adores spending time with his partner, so he'll get a bunch of stuff to make a big dinner with them

all of their favorites and more, it takes fucking hours

but he makes it fun

loud, fun jazz, singing along horribly and hugging them from behind and swaying with them to the music, sneaking kisses and a few bites of the meal in between song changes

yes he burnt something, but he figured he would, so he got extra ingredients for the dish so they both could make more

dinner is piled up plates giggling between the two of them at the table, stuffing their faces before bundling up and heading out

soap has a surprise; dessert under the moonlight

he bought their favorites plus a million blankets and warm tea/cocoa

the entire time he's staring at them like they hung the moon in the sky, lips in a permanent curl

he's not one for big fancy events, but he loves the simple stuff, loving his partner even more than that

while his partner cleans themselves up and gets ready for bed, he rushes the cleaning downstairs so he can meet them back in bed when they're finished in the shower

wink wink

Roach

notes everywhere

his partner woke up to him leaving little love letters, post-it notes, cards, anything and everything, with things he loved about them

from their laugh to their smile, their hugs to their hands, he left out no detail

but seemingly, gary wasn't home

unbeknownst to his partner, he was coming back absolutely loaded

he'd bought about a million flowers and baking supplies so he could make them something-- but he had to get them out of the house

he asked his partner to get groceries to stock up for the rest of the week, and while his partner slumped out to the grocery store, perhaps thinking gary was trying to get out of chores, he raced back home to start baking.

his partner got back late, only to open the door to a trail of rose petals that led into the kitchen

there was gary, pafts of flour on his clothes, hair, and face, smiling brightly behind his partner's favorite flavor of cake, several bouquets all around him-- it was like an avalanche of flowers

he lit up even more watching their face turn from confusion to joy, running up to him and pressing their lips against his, giggling with happiness as they held him close, thanking him for the cake

while they ended up cooking a quick dinner after, gary and his partner spared no time feeding each other bites of the cake, "accidentally" smearing frosting on each other's faces to gain the excuse of giving one another kisses

cleanup was... less than productive

it ended up with a flour fight, and even more of a mess to get clean. whoops

he didn't care, though, his partner was laughing, smiling-- just a pure bundle of bliss and that's all that mattered to him

Ghost

he's not great with holidays, valentine's day especially, but his partner means so much to him

careful with his words, careful with his movements, he tried to wake his partner up with soft kisses, wrapping his arms around them, letting them wake up to something peaceful

he'd had a lot of negative history with physical touch, but his partner has helped him relearn physical affection and made him love it so much

bringing them a cup of tea/coffee, laying in bed for absolutely hours and hours

most of the day was just spent at home enjoying each other's company, but he did buy takeout from his partner's favorite restaurant and brought the two of them to a quiet spot in the countryside for a sunset dinner

he'd stare at his partner throughout the meal, ending up with them asking if they had something on their face, instead, he'd go on to say how lucky he felt (even if his words tripped over themselves)

without the wandering eyes of other people, he felt much more comfortable being close to his lover, pulling them close so they could envelop each other in their love

a bit nervously, he pulls out a small white box, wordlessly handing it to his partner

they'd take it, confused, and open it with a gasp

dozens of little folded papers reading off thing's ghost loved about them greeted their curious eyes, pulling open each one with an even bigger grin than the last

ghost-- simon -- is bad with his words, he's been sealed away for so long, hiding his emotions for years, but he's opened up more and more

even if it was a little corny, he still wanted to show how much he loved them

he and his partner grabbed their things and headed home, simon's hands lingering on their skin for moments that were far too long to be accidents

[saintship]

Could I request a fic for konig (and/or anyone in the 141) (whoever you think fits the best).

One where the reader has an eating disorder that she's been hiding for a while and the team is starting to notice.

Eventually they confront her and she tries to defend herself but only makes it worse. Saying stuff like she knows her limits now and explaining how it doesn't really hurt that bad to purge since she figured it out.

Like she's trying to comfort them but is only making it so much worse. I need my angst + comfort

I decided on Ghost because there’s a lot of König’s big ass on my blog

WARNING: potentially triggering content for people suffering from restrictive/bulimic eating disorders

This hits close to home, and v accurate to how a confrontation like this can go, I hope you’re alright ml

You’re not fine - Simon Riley x Reader, 141 & Reader

You had a love-hate relationship with little celebrations like these; you liked talking with everyone, and you also liked that it was held at the base, so you didn’t have to worry yourself watching your back. But with celebrations, there will be alcohol, and then food, and then inebriated recruits spewing whatever comes to their mind. One in particular you were sat near was especially vocal, swinging his glass in arcs as he grumbled on and on. Many of his words were nonsense, their only repercussion being the drunk giggles of his friends.

You sat up a bit straighter when he leaned closer.

“Oi, I hate these, you want it?” He murmured, gesturing to the cherry adorning his drink. You looked away a bit, shaking your head.

“Why? You was eatin’ them before..”

“I had enough.”

He only grinned. “What, you think a cherry will make you fat or something?”

Your silence only amused him more.

“Aw, you starve yourself, lovie?” He laughed loud and bright, like what he’d suggested was the most amusing thing he’d ever thought of. His friends didn’t miss it either, now cooing comments and non-questions in your direction that made your head spin.

It wasn’t until you pushed yourself to your feet and made a break for the door that you clocked the eyes behind Simon’s mask, following you carefully. The embarrassment flashed through your mind, but you continued, leaning against the outside wall where people came to smoke or grope each other in the lamplight. You felt the cherry on your tongue, your stomach beginning to flip before you gathered yourself. You were in control. A sharp pain sliced through your gut. You’d been able to walk the line of hiding your self torture until now; if someone walked up to you, there was no way you’d play it off. You were in control. Everything is under..control.

You thought about going back inside, just eating the stupid cherry and getting rid of it in the common room bathroom. But you were tired, and the only 141 member inside seemed to have a habit of burning holes in your back, so what was the point? Going back to your barracks seemed best. Walking by the front entrance again, Ghost pushed open the door simultaneously.

“Oi.”

You stopped and turned; Ghost rarely incited conversation. He approached you, scanning around the grounds as he walked. He seemed to be searching for the right words, a quiet grunt escaping him before he spoke.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re acting..” he gestured with his hand vaguely, his eyes glowering with suspicion.

“Acting what?”

He dropped his hand. “Off.”

When you didn’t reply, he sighed. “Look, I’m not good with this shit, yeah? If something’s wrong, I’ll only catch it once. So what is it?”

Your heart ached. You wished so badly there was a way to brush him off and reinforce his compassion at the same time. But there wasn’t.

“I’m okay, really.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Sergeant.”

His reply made you blink, but your head still shook for the negative. “I’m fine.”

“You-"

“Goodnight, Ghost.”

Your tone only registered in your mind when you’d walked ten paces away from him. Simon Riley had just mustered up the courage to show a bit of concern, and you’d fucked it up. It would take a miracle for him to show vulnerability like that again. Your exhaustion urged hot tears to run down your cheeks, your skin heating up with shame and embarrassment. You didn’t get a wink of sleep.

The next morning it was pouring rain, and your walk to the med bay left you completely soaked by the time you opened the door to your office. The cold and discomfort of wet clothes were dull in your mind; all that played in your head was the encounter from the night before. The unit was empty other than resident patients, the rest of the staff likely at the mess hall. By noon, you were dry and warm, but every knock at your door made you jump. Just as you tried to convince yourself that you were being paranoid, your pager buzzed. Price’s voice rang clear.

“My office. Now, unless someone’s dying.”

Another day, you would have huffed a small laugh at his bluntness, but now, your anticipation weighed heavy on your chest.

Jogging through the rain again to the main building, scenario after scenario ran through your mind. Ghost outranked you, and you’d brushed him off without a glance behind you. You’d never had a charge of insubordination, ever. You admired and cared for your superiors in a way you hadn’t expected, and with that, there was never a time mouthing off even crossed your mind.

You lowered the hood of your rain jacket carefully as you eased Price’s door open, seeing it was already ajar.

Your heart sank through the floor when you saw Price’s expression, and then further some when you looked around the room. Soap, Gaz.. and Ghost.

“Is this an intervention?”

Your joke was met with a downcast silence, as Price rose from his desk chair. “Sit.”

He walked past you to shut the door gently, leaning on its surface. You obeyed his request, settling into a chair near his desk.

“Sergeant..you know that you’re cared for here, right?”

You blinked, glancing at Gaz and Soap. The two of them were so rarely serious that their concerned expressions were distracting.

“Uh..yes. Yes, sir.” You murmured.

“Since we care for you, we notice when you’re not all there. Isn’t that right?” The squad nodded, and you wished for a sinkhole to pull you into the center of the earth.

“Ghost. Why don’t you explain why we’re here?”

You couldn’t look at him, but you felt his eyes.

“You ran off last night. And I know it wasn’t cause of that daft recruit.”

The wood panels of Price’s floor were faded with a worn path of heavy boots. Gaz stepped a bit closer.

“We just don’t want you to be doing anything that’ll hurt you, love.”

You didn’t look up.

“Why would you think that?”

The sound of shifting weight was all that answered at first. Soap’s gentle voice filled the small space.

“You’re not eating, lass.”

Your eyes finally found their way upward out of surprise. “That’s what this is about?” You look around; no one’s expression had shifted. “I’m fine.”

“You’ve skipped every weigh in the last three months.” Price folded his arms.

“I’m a medic, I was busy! I think I would know if I had a problem.”

“So why do you drink your calories? Why do you work through mealtimes?” Ghost’s tone became a bit firmer.

“We’re just a tad worried-"

“There is nothing to worry about!” You interrupted Soap, making Gaz back up a pace. “I know my limits, I know how to do it right. I don’t need a lot.”

Price’s head tilted. “Sergeant..”

“I know how to do it right.” You repeated, a trembling hang raking through your hair.

“Do what right?” Gaz’s question hung heavy in the air.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, I-I figured out how to..you know, purge. Correctly.”

“What?” Price pushed off the door, standing closer.

“It’s fine!” Tears pricked at your eyes.

“No, it’s not.” Gaz’s voice was low with emotion, his eyes following you as you got to your feet.

“I’m fucking fine!”

“Sergeant, lower your voice.” Price’s order silenced you, a tear escaping down your face.

“It’s—I have it under control..” your voice wavered.

Soap sighed. “That’s not how it works-"

You wiped your tears angrily, irritating the skin that was already warm with embarrassment.

“What do I have to do to convince you that I am fi-"

Ghost’s arms were around you. The rest of the room was silent. Your eyes were closed. You cried into his vest. He smelled like smoke.

“You’re not fine.” His voice was softer than you’d ever heard it.

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..”

“Oh, love..” Gaz hand was warm on you shoulder.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Soap assured. Ghost’s gloved palm stroked your back.

A different hand laid on your other shoulder, and you turned you head to see Price lean to your level.

“You’re not alone, soldier.”

That night, the entire team accompanied you to dinner. They made sure to tell you that even if you couldn’t stomach anything, just being there made them proud. Proud that you could face this disease that would follow your every step, and that you trusted them to walk alongside you. Ghost excused himself for a smoke, and you followed him out where he stood in the night air. The cicadas were chittering incessantly, but the breeze was nice. You stood by his side for a few moments before speaking.

“You called the meeting.”

He held his balaclava away from his face slightly with a thumb, exhaling a breath of smoke.

“I did.”

Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Thought you’d be angry with me for brushing you off like that.”

His head shook slowly. “No.” He breathed a sigh of the fresh air. “You’re not the snippy type. Something was off. So I went to the people who deal with that sort of thing better than I can.”

You eyed him. “Why do you always end with that?”

He glanced back, but continued to toe at the gravel.

“What do you mean?”

“You say you’re not good with this sort of thing. But you are.”

His brow furrowed. “M’not.”

“When I walked away from you, you could have just decided I was a dick and moved on, but you didn’t.”

His head shook again. “I had to get backup.”

“You knew who to put in that room.”

“Because I couldn’t do it alone.”

“You hugged me.”

Your shoes turn toward him, the glow of the entrance light glancing off the woven fabric covering his face.

“When I was freaking out, you steadied me. It really helped..” your admission suddenly embarrassed you, and you looked at your feet the moment he brought his eyes forward.

“Doesn’t mean I’m good at this.”

“You’re good to me.”

He blinked. “Am I?”

“You’re good to the team. Good to your trainees.” Looking up into his eyes, the apprehension there was gut wrenching. “I’ll tell you every day if that’s what it takes for you to believe it..”

“Sergeant..”

“It’s true. You make me want to be better.”

Ghost shifted on his feet. “I just want you alive.”

You cracked your first smile in weeks. “You make me want to be that, too.”

He gazed at you a bit longer before outstretching an arm, pulling you into his chest while taking another drag with his other hand. Your smile stayed as you leaned into his coat, the warmth radiating from him making your heart swell. The gratitude you felt that Simon Riley was letting you be so close to him was exhilarating. He rubbed your back as he’d done in the office, but out here, where it was just you, Simon, and the cicadas, it was just better.

[prismuffin]

RANDOM FIC IDEA/REQUEST CAUSE IM TOO TIRED TO LOOK FOR ACCOUNTS:

Practically begging someone to write an Alejandro and Rudy x (gn or male) reader who doesn’t know Spanish (fluently) but is attempting to learn and they just get really frustrated when they mess up and Alejandro and Rudy comfort them PLEASEEE if you write this or write smth inspired by it please tag me😩🙏🙏

…Honestly might write this myself if I don’t get any takers

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