ghost with a reader who has a voice kink

(feat. simon "ghost" riley)

cw: mdni!! smut ahead, fem!reader, afab!reader

you were bouncing on simon's cock needily, panting and moaning as you desperately worked to bring the two of you to orgasm. your core was burning in desire, feeling so impossibly horny as you slid his cock into you repeatedly.

sure, his fingers felt so good circling your swollen clit and his cock was hitting you in spots you never even knew existed, but what really did it for you was his voice.

his gruff and husky voice, slightly raspy from barking commands all day, was now directed to you, or rather, your pussy. filthy words slipping from his mouth to accompany his groans. "fuck." he grunts heavily, a big hand coming up to squeeze your waist and guide your movements. "that pussy squeezes me in so well. been craving this dick all day, huh?"

you whimper and clench involuntarily at his words, biting your lip and speeding up your motions as much as you could despite the burn in your legs. fuck, you feel like you could die happy like this, you decide. with simon's cock slipping in and out of your folds and his pretty voice in your ears, getting you even more riled up than you thought possible. you try to hush your own mewls and whimpers in order to just listen. listen to his voice coming out in low groans and his breaths now so decomposed under you, trying to commit it all to memory.

"you like that, princess?" he remarks with a breathless chuckle. "you like when i tell you how well this pussy takes me?" with a whine, you can't help but lean forward, resting your forehead on his shoulder so that his noises are directly in your ear.

"or rather, i think you like everything about my voice." he murmurs quietly into your ear, as if he's telling you a secret. "is that it, baby? you like hearing me moan for you?"

you can't help the way you clench around him again with a high whine. he slaps your ass again, breathing a low, yeah, i think that's it.

all of a sudden, he flips the two of you over. you're now laying against the plush mattress as he positions your legs over his waist. he falls forward and braces his arms on either side of your neck.

"it's all for you, sweetheart. you know that." he grunts into the crook of your neck as he speeds up the pace, hips thrusting into you swiftly. "only for you."

kinktober : oct 3rd

simon riley x teasing / bratting

winding simon up was so much fun.

it really gets your heart racing after a slow week, you know? sometimes, you were restless and antsy — and you needed your giant, strong man to threaten you a little to feel something.

so, you’d pretty much been slutting yourself out to him around the base.

it was unlike you, his demure thing that respected privacy and boundaries as much as he did. but, occasionally — you both liked the thrill. which is why you had taken the chance to be extra chatty and sweet with his men, brushing it off as “i’m a nurse, si. you expect me not to speak to people now?” however, it wasn’t just that. it was the tight outfits, the dropping things on the floor just to bend over right in front of him before he goes off on duty — and worst of all, when he’d give you little to no reaction, the touching.

you’d spot him near the dining hall, a quiet night on the base. he was stood, arms crossed after training some newer recruits and he just looked so fucking big. he wore a long sleeve black thermal shirt, stretched across thick muscle, and black cargo pants, the thick belt accentuating his waist. he had his usual black balaclava on, and his boots added an inch or so onto his already imposing height. you felt yourself fucking clench, and for no reason other than he looked good.

you skip over, all bouncy and smiles and he has to fight not to let a smile slip himself — his eyes softening.

“si!” you smile softly, approaching and he turns his body towards you. simon always gave you his full attention.

“you alright, love?” he gruffs in that low voice, and you can barely contain the horny and dumb expression from sliding across your features, blinking up at him with large doe eyes as you suck on your bottom lip. tease, he thinks.

“missed you, been neglecting me.” you groan, and he can tell by your voice that you don’t really feel any kind of way about it. there’s something bigger at play here and he knows it already.

“was trainin’ the rookies.” his eyes don’t leave yours as you step closer, tits brushing against his stomach.

“mhm? how was it?” you converse sweetly, barely glancing around to see if there were any wandering eyes before reaching down to his belt, playfully tugging at it before your hand wanders lower, feeling his heavy shape under your palm. he harshly grabs your wrist, pinning it in the air as he stares you down, voice dropping an octave.

“you think that’s wise, nurse? doin’ that right here?” nurse. he always calls you that when you’d been bad. bingo.

his intimidating glare makes you falter for just a second, ripping your eyes away to recoup but when you do he moves his head to follow your gaze, stepping forward so you’re backed up against the wall.

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try, but it doesn’t come out as confident.

“no? reckon you’ve been behaving this week, then?” he pushes, muscles tight with frustration. he’d been waiting for the chance to pounce, and you’d barely even pushed his button. you hold your chin up, putting on the act.

“i have. i’m a good girl.” you tease and he scoffs, eyes darting about the hallway before grabbing you roughly by the waistband and stuffing his thick arm down there, strong hand pushing past your panties. you let out a quiet yelp when he slides his fingers through slick, tutting at you and pulling his hand out.

“as i thought. all wet over nothing.” he berates, opening your jaw with one hand and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth with the other. your eyes water as they stare up at him mercilessly, threatening to roll back when you choke on them just a little. you’re saved by the sound of footsteps and he pulls back, a string of saliva following his hand when it departs and snapping against your chin, making you splutter a little, wiping it with the back of your hand.

you think he might let you run off, now that there’s people around but he grasps you by the back of the neck when you turn around, practically walking you like a dog in the direction of your dorm. “c’mon, know you’re fuckin’ dyin’ for it. walk that sorry little arse all the way to your room.” his voice is a mere growl now and all you can do is silently nod, cunt clenching around nothing.

Yeah but like what if one day Gaz walked into a room and saw Y/N FNAF lore dumping to Ghost

[Infodumping the boys]

(Mostly Platonic tf141 x gen neutral! reader, hints at Ghost bc it’s me and I’m biased.)

Summary: Teddy aka You, decide to gather the gang and tell them about five nights at Freddy’s before the movie comes out.

Word count: 800 ish

Warnings: Possibly of for the boys (idrc tho lmao), Teddy is this readers callsign, reader is implied to be at least early 20’s, I can’t think of anything else tbh but lmk if this does need something tagged!

It wasn't uncommon for you to infodump your teammates, they're all older than you and have significantly less screen time than you (it ties into being older). Most of the information you give them is something they take as fact, this is no different.

Gaz of all people knows your interests best, you two being the closest in age means you both realistically grew up with the internet and its most popular series.

The last thing he expected walking into one of the many meeting rooms on base, was you at the front of the room, your laptop hooked up to the projector and Price and Soap sitting down, dutifully listening with varying degrees of attention.

Price is to your left, staring down at mission documents that no doubt need to be turned in by tomorrow. A glass of some liquor next to his stack, a cigar box that's propped open right by it as well.

To anyone else, it would seem like Price isn't listening and he's just here to keep you from bothering him to come but Gaz can see the Captain's eye flick up every so often, his eyes softening when his gaze falls on yours, listening for a few beats, a miniscule upturn of his lips until he's looking back down again, grabbing a pen to make a correction.

Soap on the other hand is sitting next to Cap, a hand resting under his chin, the other flipping around a pen in his hands. He's nodding and asking questions as you flick through. Below him is a notebook that seems to have scribbled in it, if Gaz walked in further he could see little drawings of Monty Gator and Soap himself, a Venn diagram with a large red writing saying "Mohawk!!"

Ghost being there probably should be a shock but it isn't. The man is known to follow you around like a shadow, he humors you arguably the most out of the four men, letting you drag him to and from places with minimal complaint. He bets Ghost is gonna be the one to take you to the five nights at Freddys movie premiere.

Simon's dressed down to just his hoodie and his balaclava mask, attentively watching you as you speak passionately about each character and their role in the series. his dark eyes flicking around to stare at the drawings you inserted so everyone could see what the animatronics and others looked like.

You would've thought this was a mission debrief with how focused he was on your words.

Gaz lets out a fake cough, announcing himself to the room and he watches as your eyes immediately latch onto him, he ignores how his heart skips a beat when he sees the crinkles of your eyes, seeing you shoot a glowing smile his way.

You always look at him like that but he never tires of it.

"Gaz! Finally, you're here!"

Rushing over to him, you grab at his hand, quickly intertwining fingers, and start dragging him to the seat next to Ghost. He sits down with a huff, amusement swimming around his eyes. You move to go back to the front of the room, gleefully rocking on the balls of your feet as you look at them.

"What's all this about?" He questions, after getting nods in acknowledgment from the other 3 men in the room.

"Teddy here is tellin' us about five nights at…Frankies?"

"It's Freddy's, Johnny." You roll your eyes playfully.

"No shot you're making Ghost and Cap listen to this."

"I'm not making them do anything, they're here of their own free will, thank you very much." Sticking out your tongue, moving to click to the next slide.

"Is that true Cap?"

"It's background noise," John murmurs with a shrug, taking a swig out of his glass. He leans back in his seat, seemingly taking a momentary break as he looks around at the table.

"Got nothin' better else to do," Simon answers easily, looking at Gaz from the corner of his eye.

"You ain't gonna ask me, Garrick?"

"Nah, you of all people would enjoy it."

"What's tha-"

"Boys! Shut it! We're getting to the good part!" You clap your hands together and Soap immediately cuts himself off, looking back at you.

With all the boys' eyes on you, you clear your throat and push a button, there, from when Gaz remembers, is Michael Afton in all his purple nasty body glory.

"Fucks wrong with him? Why does he look like that?" Simon remarks, an eyebrow shooting up.

"I'm so glad you asked, you know actually the more I think about it, You and Michael actually have a lot in common.”

"How so?"

"Asshole dad, the oldest brother, daddy issues, I can keep going if you want."

Ghost just grunts in acknowledgment, raising a hand to his head and rubbing at his temples.

Price chokes on his liquor, coughing as it goes down the wrong pipe.

Soap audibly drops an "oh."

And Gaz just stares, truth be told, yeah. Yeah, he can see the resemblance.

thinking about the cod men with a reader who gets injured/tortured and is hurt pretty badly.

cw: mentions of bruises, cuts, stitches, scars, & other medical stuff (nothing too detailed)

you’re all cut up and bruised. deep gashes and broken bones. stitches and bandages and the whole nine yards. pieces of skin that won’t heal quite right— that will never look the same.

your face hadn’t escaped unscathed. you’re sporting new, ugly scars. jagged things that cut through your eyebrow, across your face, around your mouth. maybe burn marks that discolor your skin and hurt like a bitch.

you’re scared that they won’t love you anymore. that they won’t think you’re pretty. you don’t tell them this as they take care of you. they change your bandages and check your stitches, all while whispering praise and words of love.

but you hate it— hate yourself. the first time you look in the mirror after you’re healed enough to stand, you don’t recognize the face staring back at you.

you start to pull away from them, much to their dismay. they ask you about it one day as they’re checking some stitches right above your eye.

“what’s wrong, love?”

you shake your head, trying to ignore the love in their eyes.

“nothing.”

“it’s obviously something.”

you sigh, reeling back from their touch. your fingers twitch in your lap— a telltale sign of your nerves.

big hands grab yours gently, rubbing soothing circles on the skin of your palms.

you bite the bullet and come clean, then. no use in hiding it anymore. you admit that you’re expecting them to leave— that you’re not who they fell in love with. you’re broken now. damaged goods.

they shake their head, thumbs coming up to wipe at stray tears on your cheeks.

“no, love. you’re perfect. you’ve never been more beautiful, and that beauty will never scare us away.”

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author’s note:

listening to Mary On A Cross by Ghost and the line “your beauty never ever scared me” inspired this.

also feel free to picture whoever. I wrote with poly!141 in mind (bc I’m a slut for them).

I’ll try to get to asks this weekend! I’ll have more free then to write something more fleshed out! :)

I just remembered a post I saw about soap (I think) falling asleep in ghosts shoulder after a mission and him not moving an inch because he doesn't want to wake him. I thought that maybe you could do this with reader instead of soap? Since I haven't played the games I don't really know if this is accurate at all :')

Have a nice day ❤️

Rest easy sergeant

I KNOW THE ART YOUR TALKING ABOUT AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU !!!!

It was a long ass mission compared to the other ones that you did, You left at about 1900 hours and began to return to base at 0400. But a successful mission paid off thankfully.

Your eyes grew heavier the longer you flew back to base, leaning your head on someone's shoulder, you soon passed out. Who's shoulder to be exact, none other than Simon's shoulder.

As your head gently touched his shoulder, he started to tense up. But upon seeing you, he relaxed slightly. Soon becoming completely still to let you rest. He did not move a single fucking muscle.

The others were shocked by how still he was being. Like you just became a second pillow to him. "Lt how are you do..."

"Shhhh" He lovingly glared at wanting you to get as much sleep as possible, You worked incredibly hard during the mission and he wanted you to get the rest you deserved. Soon landing back on base and you were still out. He carried you back to your room and tucked you into bed. "Rest easy sergeant, you did well today mate" He smiled softly under his mask and quietly shut the door, off to get some rest himself.

@callofdudes @fun-k-board

cod : mw ii men and where they will leave lovebites

— cod : mw ii men + lovebites  pairings : simon ‘ghost’ riley / reader, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas / reader, captain john price / reader, phillip graves / reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick / reader  fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii rating :  e for explicit, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : the descriptions get more explicit down the road, mentions of sex tags : here is a drabble before i get back to writing longer prompts, technically body worship, kissing, smooches, hickeys, female body parts, afab!reader

01 | Soap loves to kiss you where you’re ticklish, anywhere that leaves you writhing and squealing under him. If it's not against the junction beneath your earlobe and jaw, it's directly above your hipbone: teeth grazing the sensitive skin and mouth tugging the fabric of your cotton panties off. He even leaves a few on your ass before playfully smacking it, because Johnny can’t seem to get enough of how your laughter melts into a string of whines. 

02 | It’s almost impossible for Alejandro to avoid leaving hickeys down your throat. He's always so passionate, always so eager. The first thing he does when coming home from the field is to cup your face with both hands to smother you, crowding you against the wall to decorate the length of your throat with red and purple knots — something for the man to admire later.  03 | Price is obsessed with trailing kisses down your back. His lips, sometimes feather-light, causing shivers, and other times hot and heavy, forcing you to press your face into the pillow to hide your moans. And he would occasionally fixate on your stomach too, murmuring sweet nothings and breathless praises as his fingers work you open. And the thought of having a big, strong captain like him beneath you leaving love marks everywhere was nothing short of worship.  04 | Summertime has to be Gaz's favorite season because the moment your shoulders are out, he can't seem to focus on anything else. His favorite pastime consists of lifting you onto the dining table during a heated make-out session to lick down your throat and across your shoulders, impatiently brushing your hair aside to suck on the skin. And when he finishes inside of you, he would stifle his groans into your collarbone: breath, hot and heavy, prickling your skin.  05 | Of course, Graves's favorite place to kiss you is your chest, head always buried between them to leave wet, sloppy kisses. You hate yourself for how much you enjoy feeling his laughter reverberate against the bone of your sternum, and he's always so cocky about it too — smirking whenever your nipples turn hard under his teeth. 06 | When it comes to love bites, Ghost indulges in them without guilt, especially when he has his head between your legs — addicted to how you yelp whenever he sinks his teeth into your inner thigh. When he has the patience for it, Simon would deliberately drag slow and heavy kisses up your legs: starting from your ankle and all the way up to the junction between your crotch and upper thigh, and by the time he sucks on your clit you'd already be a sobbing mess. At times you'd catch him in the morning staring at the hickeys in silence. And behind the black paint, his eyes were somewhat satisfied and even smug.

Aight bestie hear me out...

Latina reader or NYC reader

Thicker than cold peanut butter

She keeps up this hella professional facade when she on the clock and despite multiple attempts no one can get her to let loose whenever the team heads out for drinks and whatnot

Like a real type A "protocol is protocol" seems to only be fluent in corporate speech

So this is something that 141 kinda like gave up on trying to break through and thought that's how she really is 24/7.....until someone outside the team like graves shows up and miss ma'am finally snaps

Cue the most vicious verbal ass whooping and their reactions to it

Example: "Why TF u out here built like the keebler elf and sounding like Foghorn leghorn but u still got the balls to talk shit?"

Sorry this was long winded lmao

Go crazy with it

the more long winded, the better >:)

pairing: taskforce 141 x nyc!reader (platonic)

word count: 366

warning: graves being a bit of an asshole, taskforce reacting to reserved!reader popping off

debriefing felt like it had dragged on for hours. your body ached, muscles taut and bruised from the mission you'd just been on. as you began packing up your gear bag and getting ready to head home, you heard a voice from behind you.

"hey! don't tell me you're leavin' already." soap's brash voice filled the room around you, making you turn over your shoulder and meet his crinkled eyes. "night's still young, corporal. come grab a drink with us."

soap was stood there with the rest of the taskforce, plus the man you had just been on a mission with named graves. they all looked expectantly at you, maybe graves more than the rest.

you rolled your eyes before turning back to your gear bag, head shaking for a moment. "can't, mactavish. i've got training in the morning, and—"

an annoyed scoff fell from graves, the one man not involved and the one who had been trying to worm his way into your group's dynamic all day. your eyes immediately landed on him, eyebrow quirking as he put his hands on his hips. “is she always like this? c’mon sweetheart, loosen up a bit.”

gaz tried to step forward, placing a hand on graves' shoulder and pulling him back. "aye, leave her alone, yeah? she said she doesn't wanna come? she doesn't—"

“sweetheart, huh?" all the eyes turned to you as you spoke up, the new yorker in your accent growing thick. you narrowed your eyes at graves, walking forward until you were practically chest-to-chest with the man. "that’s cute. but call me shit like that again and i’ll have my foot so far up your ass that you’ll taste the sole of my sneaker for weeks. got it?”

soap stifled his snickering behind a hand clasped to his mouth, cowering a bit behind your body to avoid the second-hand embarrassment raining down on him. gaz was a bit taken aback, mouth dropped open in shock as he listened to your words. ghost was quiet as usual, but the crinkle in his eyes gave away the smirk hidden beneath his mask. none of them had seen you like that.

but none of them were complaining.

your honor i MUST see captain john price in a “kiss the cook” apron

"Simon Riley is toxic," "Simon Riley is a cold and distant man that enjoys inflicting harm on others," and "Ghost is a red flag."

Yada yada yada. Anyways.

Simon Riley LOVES cats.

When she first read his personnel file, her eyes immediately took notice of one certain detail, jotted down on a little yellow sticky note, in red penmanship. Price’s handwriting, she believed.  “Enjoys tattoo art & animals.”  SilentDove smiled at that. Simon Riley, 6’4” and with a fearful reputation that always preceded him, possessed a soft spot for animals — cats, she soon learned. He never spoke about it aloud, but there were signs: the small glances toward a stray kitty sunbathing on the sidewalk; his blue eyes softening the moment they caught sight of the kittens at the local petshop, and all the cat videos he pretended were not clogging up his YouTube history.  Yeah, there were countless signs. 

“Saaayyyy….you ever wanna adopt a kitty-cat, Lieutenant?”  “That’s above ya’s pay grade, Reyes.” 

Three months later, Dove tried again.  "A little brown kitten, Ghost, with pink beans on its toes! Imagine that!" She was holed up in the Lieutenant's office, pestering him with pictures of cats she found on Pinterest. "Brown kittens are super duper rare, y'know that, right?" she asked, showing him a cute brown cat with amber-like eyes. "Look, even the nose is brown!" But all she got in response was a stupid grunt; he didn't even look up from the paperwork he was filing out. Stubborn bastard, Dove thought to herself with a sigh. She fell silent for a moment until Simon suddenly spoke up. "I'd like a Norwegian forest cat," is what he muttered, peeking up to look at Dove. His bright, baby-blue eyes met her dark ones, and the Native American could see a certain softness pooling inside them. A smile twitched on her lips as she sat up straighter.  "Yeah?" Simon hummed. "Damn things are beauties. Ever seen one?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Wanna get me one once I retire from all this shit. Name him Shiloh, get him a bell and collar." "Shiloh," Dove breathed out, nodding. She liked the name; it sounded nice on her tongue. Shiloh…c���mere, Shiloh! "Didya know that Viking brides were given Norwegian forest kittens as a wedding present?" as her chin came to rest atop her palm.  His gaze dropped to follow the slight movement before flickering back to her face. "Is that so?" His voice dropped a little, suddenly taking on a huskier tone, instantly sending a small flutter of butterflies inside her tummy. Dove swallowed with another nod.  "Mmmm, in honor of Freyja, the goddess of love. According to the mythology, her cart was pulled by cats; Vikings loved cats, and it was a sorta…good luck for brides to have a kitten in her new household." Dove paused before adding, "—when I get married, I'm gonna ask for a kitten as well. No fancy pots, pans, or cutlery. A cat, one that I'm gonna name Ésevone." "Ésevone?" Simon repeated, cocking his head to the side.  "Buffalo in the Northern Cheyenne language."  "Ah. Ésevone," he rasped again, this time with a nod of his own. "Ésevone and Shiloh. Not bad."  A few seconds of (comfortable) silence fell over the two before— "—Y'know, Ghosty, you actually look like a TOTAL cat dad. Like you got the entire "cat dad" aesthetic down to a T." "Shut up, little bird." 

note: just a small snippet as i try to dive back into writing :D

ghost who runs so so cold.

you guys get settled under your fluffy sheets for your first time ever sleeping together. you immediately take to tangling your bare legs with his clothed ones, cuddling into his shirt.

you finally relax your body with a sigh, when ice cold hands welcome themselves under your tank top. your body flinches at the contact, and you have to literally have to take a pause to mentally check if you remembered to turn your heater on.

you did, so why the hell is his body freezing??

you turn to look up at him, concern lacing your hushed voice, "are you cold? your body is freezing!"

simon only shrugs in response, "it just does that, love." you watch as his eyes close nonchalantly, his breathing deepening as he begins to lull himself into a peaceful slumber.

you're immediately taken aback by his passive response. you had no idea that someone could ever run this cold, and it takes a few seconds of staring back at his relaxed expression before you decide to swallow your surprise and try to get comfortable again.

only to find out that you can't. there's no way you can ignore the numbing frost surrounding you; your own body heat doesn't even work to warm him up! you realized that fact with a start after laying with his hand on your back for a couple minutes.

you let out an exasperated sigh and shift to move away from him. you had been so excited to cuddle him the whole night, but you can't imagine yourself getting anywhere close to comfort with his icy appendages practically freezing your body.

simon instantly grumbles in dissatisfaction at the loss of your warmth under his arms, sliding closer in order to wrap himself around you again. you whine in protest, pushing at his heavy shoulder.

"not sure if i can sleep like this, si..." you frown up at the ceiling.

"gonna have to get used to it, princess." he snorts, "besides, i think we both know that you're never gonna be able to fall asleep without me hugging you."

....damn him.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍-𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏) 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

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𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕-𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒑 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒔. 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔-𝒕𝒐-𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒚

Hear me out: König, who makes little magic tricks for hostages after he and his team freed them.

As a child, he was always fascinated by the magic tricks his grandpa and uncle showed him. Despite his social anxiety, he made some friends in school with his simple knowledge.

When he first joined the military, he forgot about his unique ability. König only remembered it during the mission in Berlin, where he and his team captured an Al-Qatala cell. It was painful for him when the hostages were too frightened to follow him to safety.

Occasionally, König searches for new simple magic tricks on YouTube to calm the hostages, and it doesn't matter how old they are.

I watched a video about “The Masked Magician“, and I could see König showing off his tricks.

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Uhhh brain wracking brain wracking-

Imagine S/O surprising Ghost with their strength by picking him up and perhaps spinning him around

They insist that he's as light as a feather. They're visibly struggling while holding him up

Thank you anon for the food, I haven't written anything in AGES I'm sorry if I'm rusty but fuck it we ball, gonna do these as bullet points!

Warnings; nothing I can think of! But as always, lmk!

(Literally me and Simon)

Trying and somewhat achieving in picking up Simon!

The first time you bring it up, asking if you can attempt it, Simon looks at you like you're fucking stupid.

He's a big dude, bigger than most and will almost always be the biggest person in the room, he's built like a fucking mountain.

You throwing him pretty eyes and begging for his permission isn't gonna change the fact that you're smaller than him, you'll hurt yourself, he knows you will, so he says no.

This does nothing to ward you off, only fueling you to want to work out and gain upper arm and body strength to prove him wrong out of spite.

He'll ask Soap where you've been in the last few weeks,, noticing your slight absence when training hours are over, nowhere to be found an hour or so afterwards.

Soap only chuckles and throws a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the gym where the creaks of the workout gear can be heard still.

"They're still workin' wouldn't tell me why though."

Simon makes his way towards the gym, leaning on the doorway as he sees you huff and puff as you do sets of bicep curls.

He can't help but a small smirk run under his mask, you're so committed to this. It's so stupid, but he can't deny it makes him happy.

No one can just pick the man up, takes Price, Gaz and Soap usually to keep up right and that's with his arms thrown around their shoulders.

He still doubts you'll be able to, but he's flattered. You're trying (asshole)

Simon creeps silently to you, waiting til you set down the weights before whispering out a "boo", his shit eating grin when you yelp and whirl around, wide eyes staring oh so prettily up at him.

"What the fuck! Why would you do that?" "It's funny." "It is fucking not." "Mmm, sure is."

He moves to ruffle your hair, ignoring your hand swatting at his own.

"Why are you here afterhours? You're missing chunks of your dinner." He knows why, he just wants to hear you admit it.

"Is it a crime to work out some more? To stay in top shape for our job?" The eyebrow he raises is catastrophic, immediately calling you the fuck out without any words.

"Okay, fine. I've been working out so I can prove to you I can pick you up."

At this point, he figures he can humor you, you've been trying so hard.

"Y'know what? Why the hell not, cmon, try and lift me."

"Are you fucking with me or-" "hurry up before I change my mind." "Aye Aye sir."

He stands in front of you, arms loosely at his side, head tilted to the right as he watches you get into form.

The key to lift with your legs, the strength in them far outweighing anything else, wrapping your arms across his stomach (a feeling of electricity jumps up his spine at your touch, he hopes you don't notice.)

You take a deep breath, nuzzling your head into his chest and try your fucking damndest to lift this behemoth of a man up and to your and Simon's surprise, you DO manage to lift him up, at least an inch of the ground before your legs buckle and you shakily place him down.

A whoop leaves your mouth, jumping up and down as you giggle about lifting Ghost, "I did it! You weren't that heavy at all!" Simon can literally see the sweat on your brow, but he just rumbles out a laugh and moves to plant a masked kiss on your temple, congratulating you on your win over him.

You run out into the base, no doubt going to tell the others about your feat.

He sighs a gross lovesick sigh, and moves to grab your gym bag from the bench and follow after you.

hi I’m not dead just going through a tough time + insanely busy but here’s a thought bc I’m obsessed w/ Ariana grande’s song “we can’t be friends”

you and simon were best friends, but that was it. just friends. and even though the two of you had gone through the stereotypical crushes on the other, nothing ever became of it.

you’re older now, and you think you’ve both grown out of it. if it hasn’t happened yet, it’s not going to type-thing.

but simon is still in love with you, and it kills him to see you with your current partner.

there’s nothing wrong with the person. they’re kind, hardworking, and devoted. they’re great to you, and that’s what should matter to simon.

but he can’t stand it, so he does something about it.

he plants seeds that inevitably end your relationship, and when you find out you’re furious. you stop talking to simon; completely cut him off. deny his calls and stop reading his messages.

so he stops reaching out, just waiting until you like him again. until you can see why he did what he did, and why he wouldn’t change a damn thing.

so he leaves you to your papers and pens and the vicious words you scrawl about him in your journal. he knows you’ll be back to him.

he can’t just be your friend anymore; he’s tired of pretending.

so he’ll wait for your love.

König x pink! Reader? And his teammates just think that she's either made up, or playing a cruel joke on him

ahh i'm so happy to have pink!reader making an appearance again!! i've been having some writer's block with mwII and i think i've finally come out of it.

pairing: könig x pink!reader wc: 589

König’s teammates were convinced you weren’t real. He’s told them about you, your sweet demeanor and your sunshine personality, but they just didn’t believe that a big oaf like him could pull a woman like that. He was working with a team in the UK for the time being, and the two of you were staying in London.

“All right big man, so you’re tellin’ me that a brute like you has a girlfriend that’s basically… Barbie?” Soap asks König, and after a moment of thinking, he nods.

“To put it plainly… I suppose you could say that. Pink is her favorite color, she always smells like vanilla, and she’s a great cook- sometimes she packs lunch for me-” König begins to ramble, but he quickly stops himself.

At that, Gaz lets out a quiet laugh. “But you didn’t bring any today, man. Did she forget?” He jabs at König lightly, and the taller man lets out a quiet huff.

“I forgot to grab it on my way in today.” He mutters. He was needed at the base for some mission briefings and paperwork, and you had reminded him countless times that you packed him something. He’s a big guy… he needs to eat, okay? You always make sure of that.

Just as Soap was about to open his mouth to tease König some more, the door opens and there you stand, clad in some fitted pink pants, a white sweatshirt with My Melody on it, and some pink and white sneakers. Under his hood, König smiles. Your hair was down, and you looked so effortlessly beautiful.

“Hey baby- You forgot this at home, you know- it’s a nightmare to get in here.” You tell him as you approach, holding out a bag that contained his lunch. You smile while he takes the bag from you, and under the hood, you can see the crinkle in the corners of his eyes.

“Thank you, mein engel- I’m sorry you had to come all this way.” he apologizes softly, before he reaches forward and affectionately places his large hand on your cheek briefly.

“I’m happy to do it, love.” You say with a gentle smile, and then your turn to the two men that your boyfriend had been speaking with.

“Oh- um, Y/N, this is Soap and Gaz.” König introduces you, and you greet them with a smile and a little wave.

“It’s nice to meet you guys. Take care of him while you’re out there, alright?” You tell the two men, and the one with the mohawk, Soap, nods and gives you a thumbs-up.

“Of course, lass. We’ll bring your big guy home in one piece. Don’t you worry.” He assures you, and you give König a gentle smile before you lean up and kiss his cheek over his hood.

“Alright. Well… I’ll see you soon. You guys take care.” You tell the three men with a smile before you exit the room.

Soap and Gaz both look at König with raised eyebrows, and Soap shakes his head.

“I cannae believe you have a woman that wears hello kitty, big guy. I for sure thought you were making that up.” Soap tells him with a laugh.

“Actually- uh, that was My Melody. Not Hello Kitty. She’s Hello Kitty's best friend.” König corrects him before he reaches into the bag of goodies and pulls out an energy drink.

Soap just blinks at that while Gaz snorts and laughs, because they can’t believe that König corrected Soap on the sanrio characters.

Forever

I decided I wanted to post the 100 challenge from @deadbranch , I hope you like it everyone 💝💝

He still had her image printed, her smile as she explained how to heal a wound. The evenings spent taking refuge away from the confusion of the Afghan base and talking for hours about their interests, the first time they kissed. Her expression when she was underneath him while they made love.

Ghost, or rather Simon, never expected to fall in love like this. In short, he was Ghost, the man with the skull mask. A lieutenant.

But now he was just Simon, a man who cried in front of the image of that doctor who had made him discover love. Who was no longer there physically but who was always there next to him to protect him.

Forever in his heart.