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[totaltotty]

retired pornstar!Ghost who can't seem to ever keep his hands to himself whenever you're around, even when about to film.

f!reader, 18+ smut. unedited.

If you're standing at a table making coffee, he'll sneak up from behind and wrap his arms around you, his chin resting on the crown of your head.

Hi, Ghost.

G'mornin', love.

If you're walking out of Price's office with a script in hand, he's by your side in mere moments, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

"New script?"

"You should know, you're my co-star. Again."

"Lucky me, pet."

He's leading you toward his office, perches you on his desk and cups his hand over your core.

"Gonna let me eat this pretty pussy?"

"I dunno, Ghost. Gonna fuck me here too?" you smirk at him.

"Whatever you want from me," he breathes.

You stumble out hours later with swollen lips, love bites mottled over your neck and collarbone, and his warm spend trickling down your legs because Ghost pocketed your knickers.

The day of, he's texting you if you'd like a ride to the studio.

Sure thing. Get me in 15.

Yes ma'am.

He doesn't ask for your address, and you don't question why he knows where you live either. Ghost, forever the gentleman, opens the passenger door for you, and gently helps you get in. The entire drive over, his hand rested on your bare thigh, his small finger occasionally grazing your clothed cunt. By the time you arrive, your knickers are damp with your arousal.

"Somethin' wrong, love?"

You snort at his feigned innocence. "Cute. Is mercilessly teasing me fun to you?"

"Sorry 'bout tha.'" Ghost doesn't sound all that apologetic.

He brings you in tight, wrapping his arm around you firmly.

"Lemme make it up t'you in my dressin' room", he purrs.

You click your tongue. "Price'll have your head if he catches me in there, especially when we're about to make a vid."

"Be sure to keep quiet, then. Would absolutely hate to get caught."

With his smart fingers and expert tongue, you're brought to peak 3 times.

Price rolls his eyes when he spots you both walking in at the same time 15 minutes before the shoot.

"Always cheek by jowl, eh Simon?"

His piercing eyes cut to Price's. "Not a crime, last I checked."

Price lifts his hands up, palms outward in mock surrender. "Easy, Ghost. Only teasin'." He turns away, gesturing the crew to get in their places.

Ghost taps your chin with his pointer finger, drawing your attention. "Showtime, baby."

The wolfish grin on your face mirrors his.

"Showtime," you echo.

Ghost turns sex into art. He moves with discipline; every languid roll of his hips deliberate. Like a skilled painter, he transformed you into a living masterpiece, using each drag of his cock as a brush stroke on the canvas of your very being.

It's otherworldly.

He watches your face intently as he changes the angle, bites his bottom lip when he changes the pace, grunting into your ear as your walls begin to flutter��� the telltale sign of 'his favorite part', as he loves to say.

"Gonna come f'me? Lemme hear that sweet, little voice of yours, pet." Almost as if following his command, you're digging your nails into his biceps, and closing your eyes in bliss as you climax. A loud, drawn-out moan escapes your lips as your cunt rhythmically pulses around Ghost's heavy length. Your soft thighs quiver around his broad waist as he works you through the aftershocks with slow, firm thrusts.

"Look at tha'. Came when I told ya to, like a good girl." Your mind is blank from your orgasm, tongue too heavy and thick in your mouth for you to even try to articulate a response.

"Creamed all over my cock, can ya hear it?" Hard not to when the wet sounds of your pussy squelching every time he bottoms out fills the room.

"You're so fuckin' tight. Cunt's squeezin' me like it doesn't want me to pull out."

His filthy words send a jolt straight to your throbbing core. "Felt tha'. What, you got a breedin' kink?"

Another jolt, so sharp it almost hurts.

"Want me to fill ya with my come? Is tha' it?" His husky voice dripping with desire. With want.

yes. yesyesyessss—

"Tell me you want me. Fuck, tell me you want me to come in you." The words fall from your spit-slick lips like a faucet.

"Come in me, oh my god, come in me. Fill my pussy up."

His thrusts lose some of their rhythm, but still not sloppy enough like when he's on the very brink.

Ghost's jaw in clenched, as if digging his heels in to hold off his climax. Well, that's simply unacceptable.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, giving him a slight tug to have his lips hover over yours.

"I want you come in me, Simon."

The change is instantaneous. His eyes widen a fraction before stealing your very breath with a searing kiss and fucks you. He puts his weight behind each snap of his hips. The tip of his cock pressing into the plug of your womb, making your eyes prickle with tears.

It's too much, he's too much, you think you've gone and bitten off more than you can chew with him when he mercifully stills with a groan you swallow— cock twitching as it pains your insides white.

He breaks away, gasping for air, sweat that beaded on his forehead dripping onto your heated skin.

Cut.

DaVinci and his muse.

Later, when he threads his fingers into your damp hair, you ask him why he doesn't record with others.

"'Cause I don't want to."

Oh?

"Besides, you and I have fantastic chemistry, dont'cha think?" He tugs on a lock of hair. "The fans love seeing us together, just as much as I love seeing my cock disappear into your sweet pussy."

He chuckles when he takes in your flustered expression. "Don't ask questions you aren't prepared to hear, then."

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V DAY GHOST BLURB (18+)

The back of Simon’s head rests against the headboard, muscular thighs spread slightly to support your frame on top of him. His strong, calloused hands dig into the supple flesh of your hips, guiding your otherwise frantic and needy movements on his dick.

When it comes to Valentine’s Day, Simon would much rather give gifts than receive them. His only wish is that you stay his forever, and it was u no-brainer that you would be able to keep that promise.

As you bounce on top of his hard, twitching cock, pussy sucking him in deeper and deeper as his swollen tip hits your cervix, Simon can’t take his eyes off of the necklace he bought you. A dainty gold chain with a pendant that has both of your initials on it and a beautiful diamond in the centre. You’re his. That necklace is proof.

The thought of your friends inevitably commenting on the stunning piece of jewellery, and you responding in your sweet voice that your man bought it for you on Valentine’s, makes Simon’s eyes flutter as he grabs your hands— which were resting on his beefy pecs for leverage— and holds them behind your back in one hand, his other squeezing the fat of your waist as he drills his fat cock into the depths of you warm, tight pussy, making you see stars as you collapse on top of him, head nuzzling against the crook of his neck as he wraps his burly arms around you and digs his nails into your back as he keeps fucking you relentlessly even as your body shifts and squirms on top of him. The shock of the cold metal around your neck against his scarred skin is just the cherry on top, the shiver that the sensation sends down his spine making his hips ram into your sloppy cunt with newfound desperation.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty f’r me, love. Am I makin’ ya feel good? Mhm, only I can make you feel this good, doll. You’re mine. All fuckin’ mine.”

happy valentine’s day <3

[totaltotty]

könig with a breeding kink has been racking my brain for weeks. he’s my fav i’ll beg for it tbh. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, creampies, breeding kink, overstimulation *not proofread, just pure horny

[kids? fuck no. breeding kink? absolutely.]

MINORS DNI!!

you're sore and sticky. god knows how long you've been at it, but it seems that konig has no intention of stopping any time soon. continuous stuttering and mumbling of;

"just one more, please maus."

"scheiße, so tight and warm-"

you don't think you can go for one more, but konig proves you wrong with each sharp jut of his hips. his hands are holding you so tightly, you know they'll leave bruises for later. you're scrambling at the sheets for a semblance of something to ground you but your head is in the clouds as konig's tip nearly brushes against your cervix with a final thrust before he's spilling another thick load into you.

[totaltotty]

Seven deadly sins

Welcome, welcome, welcome. This is my new series of one shots, with various COD characters, based off the seven deadly sins. Banner by anias recs and resources from Google. The nature of these will be dark, some darker than others as is the nature of the sins. This is all smut btw.

Greed - Graves x AFAB!reader

Glutton - König x F!reader

Pride - Captain Price x AFAB!reader

Envy - Keegan x F!reader

Wrath - Soap x AFAB!reader

Sloth - Valeria x AFAB!reader

Lust - Ghost x F!reader

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Lost in you

Kratos x Reader

Trigger warnings- kissing, mentions of death

Part 2 of ?

As time passed, and the trio chatted more, there was a knock at the door. Kratos had stood up and practically ran to the door and opened it. There stood Atreus, two feet taller and only a head under his father. His red hair exceeded past his shoulders, braided itch golden beads slipped over. It almost seemed similar to Freya’s hair but was shaven on the sides. Kratos gave the young man a tight hug “My son! You’ve finally returned.”

“Dad! It’s so nice to be back home. I’ve missed you so much!” He said, returning the hug. As the two broke apart, he looked to Freya and (Y/N). “Freya! How have you been?”

“Ive been well, Atreus. And this is (Y/N), one of my Valkyries.”

She smiled and waved softly. “Its is so nice to finally meet you, Atreus.” She said, shaking his hand softly.

“Likewise, (Y/N).” He replied, giving her hand a slight kiss.

“Now sit, sit, and tell us about your travels!” Freya instructed, pulling out a chair for him. While they chatted, (Y/N) zoned out, once again eying the mug. ‘Where is the mother’ she thought, her previous theory being wrong. She felt guilty, being in this woman’s potential home, thinking about her potential husband inappropriately. ‘What if she isn’t alive?’ She thought. She felt uncomfortable thinking about this and once again joined the conversation.

“And that’s when I grabbed Angrboda and yanked her away, just as the skeletons fell from the trap!” Atreus said with a chuckle. Freya chuckled and Kratos kept his stony, demeanor but seemed happy.

“I have a gift for you, Atreus.” Freya said, giving him the beautifully wrapped box. Atreus opened the box and showed an assortment of arrowheads, each carved with unique runes.

“Woah, Freya! Thank you! I can’t wait to use these!” He said and gave her a hug. Kratos then handed Atreus a crudely wrapped box, you could tell the man tried but didn’t do that well. Atreus opened the box and pulled out a tattered yellow cloak. It was covered in red markings, some of which matched the door of the cabin.

Tears formed in Atreus’ eyes as he realized what the cloak was. “Dad… was this mom’s?” He asked hugging the cloak.

“Yes… I found it underneath the house last spring and wanted you to have it.” The two hugged and sat back down after he put the cloak on. It fit him perfectly as if the coat was made specifically for him.

“Are you hungry, Atreus? You’ve had such a long journey.” Freya asked, standing up.

Freya and (Y/N) walked outside to the sled to grab everything. After everything is unpacked, (Y/N) noticed that the jar Freya had packed had gone missing from the sled and excused herself to go find it. Retracing their steps, she found it not too far from Freya’s cabin. A long trek for such a small item, but she felt as if it was important. On her trip back to the party, she found herself thinking about Kratos again. Her heart pounded out of her chest as she imagined his hands on her waist, kissing him, and even being pinned under him. Her body began to ache again and she took a seat to try and calm down. Her imagination continued to run wild as a figure popped up behind her. The figure put their hand on (Y/N) and she practically jumped out of her skin. She fell to the ground, the jar rolling far across the ground, into a puddle. As she turned to see who it was, her face turned red. It was Kratos.

“I did not mean to alarm you, (Y/N).” He said, helping her up. (Y/N) tried her best to keep her composure, but it was so difficult to be normal around this giant man. She had been around large men before, but none of them made her feel the way he did. “You had been gone for quite some time. Freya is worried about you. She says you’re acting off.”

(Y/N) grew pale. “Yes… I’m okay. I am sorry to alarm her. Perhaps I should return home and rest. I am sorry I caused you to leave your son.” She said, guilt rising in her stomach.

“It is fine, (Y/N).” He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. “I understand. Get your rest. I will let the others know. It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, Kratos. I hope you enjoy your time with your son, “ She says, parting ways with the spartan, and makes her way back to Asgard. Upon reaching her, (Y/N) plops her face onto her pillow. She felt so stupid. “I never should have gone to Midgard.’ She says, her voice muffled by the pillow. As she dozed off, she remembered the jar.

Quite some time had passed since the arrival of Atreus and she had seen him occasionally in Asgard. He often helped the rebuilding process or just did some shopping for his father. He even brought Angrboda around when they had questions for Freya. (Y/N) had not seen Kratos though, but often considered making a trip to find the jar to bring to him. She had since spoken to Freya and learned that the jar was a gift for him, olives from his home in Greece. Upon learning the emotional value of the jar, (Y/N) felt even worse and vowed her next day off would be used to find that jar. Yet another week had passed before (Y/N) got a day off from training. She had started her day by meeting Freya for breakfast in the tavern.

“Do you have any plans for your day off, (Y/N)?” Freya asked in between sips of tea.

“I do actually. I plan to travel to Midgard to find that jar. You made it seem very sentimental and i feel just awful about losing it” she replied, hiding her ulterior motive of wanting to see Kratos again. It was almost impossible for her to keep him out of her mind. Freya and (Y/N) continued to chat as they finished their tea. “ can you tell me anything about Kratos? He’s such a mystery to me and i am so curious.” Freya looked to her and smiled so slightly. (Y/N) took this as freya recognizing her crush on the man.

“As you could likely tell, he is not from any of the nine realms. He is from another world with other Gods. Greece is what he calls it, I believe. I do not know too much, about his past other than that. But from his time here, he was married to a giant, Faye, and sired a son, whom you met a few weeks ago. And when Faye passed, Kratos and Atreus spread her ashes in Jotenheim.”

(Y/N) contemplated the new information, thinking about all of Kratos’ scars and how he must’ve received them. “Thank you, my lady. I hope you enjoy your day.” She then stood from the table and took her to leave. This time when (Y/N) entered Midgard, the land was happier, warmer, and livelier. Birds were chirping, the grass was greener than emeralds, and the air was warm like a hug. She then retraced her steps to where she last saw the jar, and behold, there it was, caked in mud and the burlap discolored from sun exposure. She then picked it up and slowly pulled off the fabric revealing the small green fruit. Out of sheer curiosity, (Y/N) opened the jar and took a whiff. The smell took (Y/N) somewhat aback, as it smelled like body odor and grass. She wanted to taste but was hesitant, so she closed the jar and went on her way.

It didn’t take long for (Y/N) to reach the cabin, she had noticed a new, small garden that was not there when she had first visited. There were cabbage, carrots, potatoes, and turnips growing. She then realized just how much time had passed since her last visit. Holding the jar in her hands, she knocks on the door and waits. After a few moments with no answer, she realized that he must not be home. (Y/N) placed the jar at the foot of the door and started her way back to Asgard. She kicked the dirt and thought about how dumb she was to not even consider that he might not be home. As the dust settled she decided that perhaps she could even try to find a Midgardian market and bring home some soaps or candles.

(Y/N) approached the town, small kiosks lined up and down the road. she smelled so many different aromas. The smells were intoxicating. There were booths with flowers and perfumes, a butcher with stews and assorted meats, and even a shoemaker. (Y/N) browsed the stalls and purchased herself some wolfsbane and goat's milk soap. She had even purchased a loaf of bread from two children that pulled at the hem of her skirt. After spending almost all of her money, she decided maybe it would be worth stopping at Kratos’ house once more. Upon her arrival, she saw Kratos in the garden. He was kneaded over, pulling at weeds. In a spur-of-the-moment idea, she placed down her basket and went to help. “Hello, Kratos.” She said “may I help? She kneeled across from him and began pulling at weeds as well.

Kratos looked a little surprised by (Y/N)’s appearance. Her long (your hair color)was playfully blowing in the breeze. Her features were soft and delicate, but still showed some wear from battle. “(Y?N), may i ask you a question?” He asked, recovering a nod in response. “Are you the one who left the jar at my door?” He saw a blush creep across her face.

“I was. Freya had intended to bring them for you, but I had lost them. And then I lost it again when you found me in the woods. I apologize that it took so long to get it back to you.” She didn’t look up from the garden once. In a moment of weakness, he had an urge to hold her hand. For a moment, he felt guilty for feeling this way. Faye had been gone for 4, almost 5 years, now. But he had mourned over his first wife even longe and done worse to avenge her death. But he had been alone for so long, and something about this feeling just felt right to the Spartan.

“Olives are my favorite. It has been a very long time since I last had them. Thank you, (Y/N)” they continued to work in silence as the garden bed was cleaned up. The sun shone brightly on the two as they finished up. It was a beautiful day. It wasn’t too hot or cold, and the sun, although bright seemed that it wouldn’t burn if you were exposed for too long. As the two collected the discarded greens for disposal, their hands touched ever so slightly. Kratos let his hand linger on hers, soaking in the touch of another being. (Y/N) looked at him, her body temperature rising and her face flushed with red.

“I…..” (Y/N) began to speak, but the words could not escape her lips. Her body craved his touch. It was something she had thought about consistently thought the weeks, but now that it was happening, she was frozen.

A wave of urge overcame Kratos as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in. Their faces were centimeters apart, yet nothing happened. The tension between the two could cut with a knife. Kratos let go of her hand and apologized. “I am so sorry, (Y/N). I do not know what came over me.”

(Y/N) was disappointed that they were so close to kissing but didn’t. She thought that she was so stupid that she didn’t just kiss him. Between the guilt and the lust, she couldnt decide what she wanted to do. She was so scared that if she kissed him, he would reject her.In the next moment, she swallowed her pride, took a deep breath and kissed the man. His lips were unexpectedly soft, which was nice. His beard poked at her face and as she pulled away, Kratos placed an arm around her waist and pulled her in for another kiss. The world seemed to stop for the two of them to enjoy this moment together. (Y/N) placed her hands on the sides of his face, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. She couldnt tell what was going to happen next, but knew that in this moment, she could die happy.

End Part 2

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Why is his neck so goddamn long 😭

[totaltotty]

Lost In You

Kratos x reader

Currently no trigger warnings

Part 1 of ?

The wind whispered in the dark of the snow-covered cabin. It had been over a year since Atreus’ path had branched off from his father's, and Kratos grew weary as time passed. The light dissipated from his eyes as the loneliness crept up on him. Yes, there were visitors, Freya and Mímir, Tyr, and even Sindri made the occasional appearance to visit the spartan. None of which could quell the ache of his son being away. Day trips helped, but at night, Kratos’ only friend was silence.

Alternatively, (y/n) was surrounded by happiness. The valkyries had finally rebuilt after Odin’s corruption and were thriving under Freya’s guidance. (y/n) was glued to Freya’s hip after Ragnarok. Being the Goddess of Healing, she helped the poor humans that were injured because of Odin’s “plan” to stop the war from occurring. So many people perished and it broke (y/n)’s heart to see so much death and destruction. Nonetheless, the process of rebuilding Asgard was a tasking challenge that was stressful for everyone involved.

Freya had suggested (y/n) take the day and run errands with her. Of course, the Valkyrie would jump at the chance to do anything other than hoist walls or train from dusk to dawn.

“Asgard is almost complete” Freya stated as she handed (y/n) a basket filled to the brim with Mead, bread, cheese, and butter.

“Aye, my lady. It's becoming as beautiful as it once was. It's so sad that Odin’s arrogance ruined so much history.” (Y/n) responded, slipping the basket onto her forearm. “May I ask, Where are we traveling to with this much food?”

“An old friend. His son is due back any day now and I'm sure he has no food to celebrate his return” Freya chuckled slightly at the thought of Kratos going shopping or even baking his own bread. “I think you'll enjoy the celebration.”

(Y/n) smiled brightly. “Of course! If I had to spar with Thrud again, I would simply perish. She has gotten so strong.” They walked in sync to The World Tree, and crossed into Midgard.

“I must collect some items from my home here before we continue.” freya started heading towards her cottage. The cold nipped at (y/n)’s ears and nose. She held herself close, so surprised by how cold Midgard was. Fimbulvetr had left its toll on the land and while it was getting warmer on Midgard, it was still freezing in comparison to Asgard. (Y/n)’s frozen breath was something new for her to behold. The last time she was on Midgard was when she was little. The snow had begun melting, leaving pools of water and little sprouts peeking their way through. After three long years, life was finally returning to the wasteland. Deer and their fawns pranced through the woods, rabbits whose fur was white for the winter were shedding into a dirty brown again.

Upon reaching Freya’s cabin, she entered and rustled about, leaving (Y/N) with the sled packed with goods and even a beautifully wrapped gift. (Y/N) wondered what was in the box. She picked it up and ran her fingers along the birch paper, feeling the texture that the wood pulp had left. Freya had drawn little bears and wolves over the paper adding a personal touch.

Freya exited the cabin, holding a jar wrapped in a burlap rag among a few other odds and ends. She saw (y/n) holding the box and smiled. “It's for my friend's son. He's been away ever since Ragnorok ended. He's like... A son to me almost.” a twinge of sadness could be seen in her expression. (Y/N) knew the story of Baulder and felt sympathy for her companion. Losing a child is a pain she would not wish upon any soul.

“I'm glad he is returning home soon. It's been a long time since he left, I wonder how much he changed.”

“He's likely to have become a young man at this point. He was 14 when he left. So he's about 16 now...” Freya trailed off as she tucked the jar away into the sled. “Let's continue. We are running slightly behind so we should hurry.”

The two started on their path again and after some time, they arrive at their destination A small cabin with runes carved into the door frame and pillars. Some symbols weren't familiar to (Y/N). Freya knocked at the door and a tall, brooding man opened the door. He was draped in animal furs, scars covering his pure white skin with a red streak tattooed along his body. He had a beard that was peppered with white and black hairs indicating age as well as frown lines and crow's feet. (Y/N) gasped ever so lightly at the sight of him. She was both frightened and intrigued by him. Freya turned to the man and greeted him warmly.

“Kratos! Today is the day!” she smiled and placed her hand on (y/n). “We've brought gifts and food. I couldn't imagine you had much prepared.” Freya chucked before turning to (y/n). “This is one of my Valkyries, (y/n). (Y/n), this is Kratos.

“It is nice to meet you,” Kratos said, his voice gruff. He extended a hand to her. (y/n) took his hand and shook it firmly. Butterflies stormed through her stomach with his touch. The skin on his hands was rough and calloused, (y/n) noticed burn scars along his wrists, and couldn't help but wonder what had happened.

Kratos had invited the two women into his home, where a fire had already been built, and a teapot hanging above the flame. The room was warm and sparsely decorated with carvings. There were more unfamiliar marks on the walls. (Y/N) felt safe here. She thought that the markings must have something to do with it. Freya looked to the man once again. “So, Kratos, when is Atreus due back?” She asked, eagerly holding the gift box from earlier.

Kratos seemed to look eager at the mention of his son’s name. “Any moment now,” he said. (Y/N) had come to the conclusion that the man doesn’t speak much. Her eyes drifted to look at his figure as him and freya conversed. Kratos was quite attractive, she imagined what he would look like underneath his garments. He was already shirtless, his toned figure taking up every ounce of (Y/N)’s attention. It has been a very long time since (Y/N) could feel the touch of another person. Her body ached as she thought about him. The only thing that brought her out of her trance was Freya’s cold hand touching her cheek.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N). Are you okay? Your face is burning.” She says, moving to grab a cold rag. (Y/N) panicked, embarrassed by what was happening.

“Oh my. I apologize, my lady. I was lost in thought. I am sorry to have worried you.” (Y/N) felt like throwing up. She had embarrassed herself in front of not only her mentor, but a man that she had just met.

“Do not worry dear, it is okay. I am just glad you’re fine.” Freya took the rag from (Y/N)’s face. Kratos had pulled out some chairs from the table and the women took a seat.

“Would you like some tea?” Kratos asked. (Y/N) nodded and he placed a mug in front of her. The tea smelt delicious. It must’ve been something from the local flora. She observed the mug closely. It was obviously homemade, and it appeared to have a family peeking out from underneath the glaze. (Y/N) wondered if that was Kratos’ family. She felt another wave of embarrassment as she realized Kratos must be married. But where was his wife? No one had mentioned her yet. (Y/N) concluded that she must be with the son.

End Part 1