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Nov 2023

Creepy guy

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They're the same person, your honor.

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Hiii Hood! Always loved your art so much😭 please keep going! I recently took a flight nearly 16h. Literally killed my back. So I was wondering how König is to long flights? Is he able too fall asleep on these uncomfortable chairs (since he's literally 6'10 so...)

(Sorry for English is not my native language if something is miss correct ；；

He’ll have the worst sleep of his life lol, not enough leg room for the poor guy!!! Had to pay for premium seat or just suffer lmao (also thank you for your support!!! You’re so lovely)

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Price who watches as you ride him, whining and gripping his shoulders while he puffs on a cigar. Not offering any help because you were so rude and mean earlier (didn’t give him a kiss with the entire task force watching you.)

So you’re left to apologize to him by riding him slow and steady, even as your thighs begin to shake and your rhythm gets inconsistent.

Finally finishes his cigar and has you hold out his ash tray for him to put it out before he starts thrusting up into you, bringing a long awaited orgasm to both of you quickly.

And then he leaves a fat and almost wet kiss right on your lips, his hand smushing your cheeks together as you stare at him dazed and fucked out.

Smiles at you brightly, now that he’s gotten the kiss that he wanted, petting your back as he calls you his good lil lovie. :(

And who knows, maybe he’ll have you do some “trust exercises” with his boys to prevent this from happening again ;)

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*not proofread at all not even a little*

simon had finally, finally left you the fuck alone.

he’d been staying the night at your apartment for days on end, not that you minded. not really, at least.

you only started getting frustrated when you started getting… frustrated.

he’d left to go do some grocery shopping because you had “no fucking food in your house.” he needed to eat. sue him.

you played it casual, shrugging and throwing a sarcastic apology at him as he left. as soon as the door slammed shut, you were running to your bedroom and flinging open your nightstand drawer.

you grabbed your pink vibrator, a nice g-spot one.

this had to be quick. you’d never live it down if simon came home to see you in the midst of that. you got right to business, holding the power button until the familiar buzz overtook you.

you didn’t hear simon reentering. cheeky bastard only caused a ruckus when he was leaving.

“forgot it’s sunday love, shops are closed by now,” simon chuckled to himself. you didn’t respond, and you were nowhere to be seen. ah, your door was closed. you probably just wanted a nap.

simon approached, and his heart dropped when he heard cries of pain? he was immediately reaching for the door handle, but then the pain morphed into a sound he’d never heard you make. it was whinier than a cry of pain. it gave him pause.

“holy fuck! yes, yes, yes, yes!”

oh.

simon was totally not supposed to hear you climaxing.

he heard rustling behind the door and the squeak of your mattress as you got up. he’d memorized every creak the floor made and you were heading straight for him.

he took a few steps back as to hopefully look casual.

you opened your door with your eyes squeezed shut, arms reaching into the air as you stretched, shaking off the last bits of stress that washed away with your orgasm.

when you opened your eyes you were met with a rather stiff looking simon. why was he feeling so embarrassed? he’d gone to war for chrissakes and can’t handle just hearing the female orgasm?

luckily, you were completely oblivious.

“shops are closed. it’s sunday.” he repeated, more meekly this time.

“oh, okay. i’m sure there’s something in there. i’ll whip somethin’ up for you after i shower.”

you shoved past him and into the bathroom. the squeak of the shower head was mere background noise to all the thoughts racing through simon’s brain.

he stood paralyzed for at least two minutes.

the sliver of mussed sheets he could see through your cracked door was all too tempting.

he sat on your warm bed, and he swore he could smell you. he looked over at your nightstand. no. he shouldn’t. he can’t. that’d be wrong. so, so wrong.

andddd he’s reaching for the drawer.

he sees the toy, can see the slick on it from where you’d hastily shoved it back in just in case simon came home before you could clean it.

it was still warm. he looked at it, imagined the almost painful moans tearing from your throat. and he laughed. he laughed! the absolute gall of this man.

he’s sorry, it was just so small compared to him. he’d hate to imagine the struggle you’d go through taking him. he actually doesn’t hate it. he really loves it. loves it so much actually, all the blood in his entire giant body rushes right to his cock.

he leaves. immediately. he runs, literally runs, back to his apartment to rub one out. he returns to your apartment about an hour later with takeout in hand.

“didn’t want you to have to cook anything, love,” he lied. and you were none the wiser

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shy boy

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141 and their captain’s assistant

- it all started with a comment made by Laswell, she mentioned to John how tired he seems, how his eye bags are growing heavier each day passing

- she recommended him to get an assistant, John declined the offer and tried to get back to work, but laswell already made the call, she knew how annoying John can be when it comes to getting help

- then enters a pretty little thing, your hair in a messy bun, glasses neatly resting on your pretty face, short pencil skirt hugging your curves perfectly

- John couldn’t help himself from staring, gawking at you like some horny teenager

- the boys began seeing you scurrying around the base more often, the first to approach you was Johnny of course

- his deep voice partnered with his thick Scottish accent made you subconsciously bite your lip, staring up at him with your big doe eyes, you don’t even mean to, it’s just that more than half of the people in here were 6feet+

- Johnny’s flirtatious nature made you giggle, lightened up your day, but not your boss’

- every time the Scott decided to drop by your desk to accompany you, he’d get scolded by his captain

- “don’t need you distracting her from her job”

- “it’s her break, cap, plus, she’ a good lass, I’m sure she’s on top of…all her work” the scott would throw you a wink before his captain orders him to run laps around the base

- next came gaz, since he’s always visiting his captain’s office for reports, he saw you at the new desk in the captain’s office, the aura around you not matching anything in the dim, old and boring office, you gave him a slight smile before returning to your paperwork

- but gaz wasn’t going to let that be the end of your interactions no no

- he’d walk up to you in the mess hall, as you’re loading your plate up, striking a conversation with you, making last long enough for him to lead you to a table with his other teammates

- you shyly but politely sit down and introduce yourself to the masked man who sat opposite of you, his brown eyes staring into yours as his arms stayed locked, he just nodded and replied “ghost”

- you figured he’s not a social one, the Scot and the Brit both kept asking you questions, some may have been a bit intrusive but maybe they’re just being friendly !

- “so why ar’ ye here?”

“Kate laswell requested that I work for John price for a few months to ease the paperwork load on him”

- “I’m sure there’s a different kind of load he’s trying to get you to ease off of him”

- the three of your heads snap to the silent man, his brown eyes seemed to be crinkled, suggesting he was grinning or smirking underneath that mask

- “OI! LT’s got jokes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it” Johnny tried to reassure you, glaring at Simon as you looked down at your food

- you excused yourself as you made your way back to price’s office, you saw him still there, no signs of him moving at all “captain ? Did you eat today?” You asked sweetly

- oh what this man wouldn’t give to have the honours of eating you for every meal of the day, to have you sprawled on his desk, papers sticking to your sweaty skin, your chest rising and falling as you try to quiet yourself so nobody hears what your captain is doing to you

- “captain” fuck he’d love to hear you moan his rank, begging him to be gentle, but he knows deep down you’re a dirty girl and you want your “captain ?!”

- John snapped out of his daydream, he looked up at you, you were leaning to the side trying to check on him “have you eaten today?” You asked again, a worried look in your eyes

- John nods, not looking you in the eyes “yeah yeah” he cleared his throat as he tried to get back to work, but your soft, smaller hand stopped him from grabbing his pen, his brown eyes looked up, ab eyebrow raised as if to ask ‘what are you doing?’

- “I’m sorry, captain but I can’t allow you to get back to work if you haven’t had food” you stated, your body trembling as you stood your ground

- truthfully, price can easily launch you across the room with one arm, he knows his limits, and you’re nowhere near it, but you were right, he does need to eat, and although he wishes he could order you to spread your pretty thighs for him and let him have his fun, he doesn’t want to lose such a pretty sight so fast

- he let go of the pen, leaning back on his office chair “I haven’t brought any food”

“The mess hall still have some food there”

- “I don’t eat that rubbish”

“Well too bad, you need to eat”

- ooh… I guess his little kitty got claws now

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Reader begging könig to help her buy a house so she can move out from her brother's place. She promises to suck him off, he's a weirdo but she needs to leave and he has money. König pants are off before she can even finish the sentence. No time to second guess now

If there was a chart that would judge the price of gifts Konig would give you in exchange for sexual favors, buying you a place to live would probably be somewhere around getting on your knees like a good girl, give as many kitten licks to his cock as you physically can and then take it all in while massaging his balls and simply getting on your back in a boring missionary. He would finish inside of you - obviously - in first 10 minutes, not really bothering to prolong the moment. Knowing that once he gets you under him, you'd never escape him again...and if you'd ever try to...well. He might look like another weird loser, but he is a freaking colonel in the mercenary company. Has more connections to keep you locked in with him. He wouldn't just buy you a house, though - oh no, it would be too easy. You'd move out and never see him again...obviously, he can't have this. The apartment he gifted you is in his name - so you'd never try to escape without him knowing. He'd want relationships too - never letting you go out of his sight. Bragging in front of your brother, poor Krueger is forced to listen to him yapping about banging his sister and being her sugar daddy. You hate giving so much to this loser, but you must admit...he does have a nice, big dick that can reach your special spots every time he bothers with fucking you properly instead of humping you like a dog or suck on your tits while he cries about his mommy, but you also enjoy the money he is giving you. Konig is the type of guy to believe that nails cost somewhere around 500 Euros and he would give you this if you want - and then wouldn't even bother to look since he is too mesmerized by the thank-you blowie you will give him right as he steps home. You don't like this loser, you keep telling yourself this...but god, you're both two shy dorks, and sometimes he can be funny. Or interesting and even adorable when he talks about some bullshit. He took you out of the house and you swear to god that this is the only reason you're currently on his lap, calling him your big dumb bear.

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soap is 100% the kind of guy who would get a crush on a librarian and call her library every single day, hoping it's her that picks up the phone. he just hangs up if it's not, waits five minutes, and calls again.

soon as she picks up and he hears her voice on the line, his hand is in his pants and he's asking her to slowly read out her location's office hours and late fee policies. is she notices his little groans or hard breathing, she doesn't say anything about it, just follows his instructions to the letter, making him blow his load when she follows up with an altogether too sweet "is there anything else i can assist you with today?"

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knocking on price’s door late into the evening, remembering something important about the mission you forgot to say in the debriefing earlier. you don’t think much of it, always assuming price is at the ready. but he opens his door in nothing but sweatpants, hair slightly damp like he just got out of the shower. he raises a brow at you and you go red hot all over, completely flustered. “oh—uhm," completely losing your train of thought.

price follows your eyes as they struggle not to glance down at his bare chest. he attempts to disguise his smirk. “i’ve seen you gut men and paint the ground with their insides. and me shirtless is what's flustering ya?”

“i just didn't expect you to be...” you stutter, a bit mortified.

“i’ll put a shirt on if it makes ya feel better.” he smiles as he goes to grab a random shirt, quite satisfied with himself to have made you so bothered.

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Next door neighbor Price who holds the door for you when he sees you struggling at the doors with a load of groceries.

Next door neighbor Price who spots for you in the building's gym one time you go in really late at night (or early morning really) and lets slip out a "perfect, love" when you finish

Next door neighbor Price who doesn't mind to step close to you when the lift gets a little too crowded and give you a sly little smile as you flush pink

Next door neighbor Price who opens the door bare chested when you knock one night, your heat gone out and you're just freezing after coming home from work

Next door neighbor Price who tries to help fix it, but just can't figure it out (knew in about a minute what was wrong) so maybe you should just take his bed tonight and he'll take the couch

Next door neighbor Price who chuffs at the thought of you not wanting to inconvenience him and finally settling on sharing the bed - it's big enough after all, right?

Next door neighbor Price who isn't quite sure what he's gotten himself into when he sees you in your sleep shirt and little shorts, crawling into his bed with that innocent smile on your lips. It drives him to want to do absolutely detestable things to you

Next door neighbor Price who slides right into bed next to you, hard as a rock, and can't resist the little kiss he gives your temple before wishing you a "goodnight love"

Next door neighbor Price who wakes up wrapped around you, completely tangled in you, no possible way to let you go and you can't help but grind back into that firmness at your backside that has to be the size of your forearm at least

Next door neighbor Price whose half asleep grip halts your movements as he sloppily mutters into the back of your neck "don't start somethin' ya can't finish, love"

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when simon is getting comfy to sleep he always finds himself curled halfway down your body, his face buried against your chest or into your back

there is no part of him on the pillows because he's that far down the bed but he doesn't care, preferring the feeling of you breathing or hearing your heartbeat over the comfy pillows you bought specially for back ache (because you know simon has a bad back after the military)

and it means you have to get the biggest bed possible, not that you're complaining, because he has to fit the length of him plus that pillow space he doesn't use

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Simon Ghost Riley is annoyed.

" So you ended up working together, you ended up helping one another, you ended up not liking each other. " || Ghost listens in to you having sex ||

for adults only; NSFW; sexual themes; stalker!Ghost; smut; other COD characters briefly mentioned; backstory for main character; afab!reader x konig; no use of y/n; English is not my first language, feel free to privately message me to correct any mistakes.

Much to Ghost’s annoyance, they need you. 

You being the highly-trained-deadly-skilled-gun-for-hire of a now nearly collapsed criminal enterprise, and the only one left alive with the intel that they need. 

But that’s alright, because, as it turns out, you need them. 

Them being the task force 141, the very same that has been sistematically dismantling the above mentioned criminal empire and hunting down the above mentioned highly-trained-deadly-skilled-gun-for-hire. Little-fucking-nuisance, according to Simon. 

So you ended up working together, you ended up helping one another, you ended up not liking each other. 

Much to Ghost’s annoyance, judging by the way Gaz has been telling you stories from his childhood, the way Price has been calling you silly nicknames through the crackling comms, and the way Soap has taken the habit to fully lean into you every time you show him something stupid on your phone, the only one who doesn’t really like you is Ghost himself. 

Not liking you is fine; that’s something he can deal with for the simple fact that he does not really have to deal with it. Disliking you is a mere subjective perception that he acknowledges in passing, almost distractingly, when he lays his eyes on you. The real problem is that he does not fucking trust you. Now that’s something he has to deal with; that’s HIS duty, that’s HIS team. 

Sure, you are constantly monitored, they are not stupid: you have lived most of your life like a criminal, surrounded by criminals. You have the resources, the knowledge, and fairly good reasons to fuck them over. That’s why you are never left alone and never trusted to carry any weapons unless strictly necessary. Your location is always traced, your heartbeat is polygraph-tested every time you have to be questioned.  The thing is, you were very well made aware of all this when you signed on the dotted line the day that Laswell came to see you in the prison’s infirmary. 

A few days later, there you were, with a bruised face and an even more bruised ego, getting yourself nice and comfy in the room down the hall. 

So it was for the sake of HIS team that Simon had to break into the room down the hall to carefully bug it. With a bit of patience, he will find something compromising that will force Laswell - who seemed to take a shine on you for whatever bloody reason - to send you back to prison. Or anywhere else, really, as long as you were out of sight. And with that, out of mind. 

Much to Ghost's annoyance, you moan differently than he expected. Simon assumed, definitely assumed, and NEVER fantasized that you would moan like a fucking pornstar. 

No, this… This is something entirely different. And now that it thinks about it, it is more like you. You have a wicked sweetness about you, the kind that makes men want to either break you or protect you. 

You have the cheekiness that gets you in trouble—the same one that gets you out of it. Ghost adjusts the ear buds in his ears and draws his eyebrows together. 

The man on you (behind you? Under you? Most definitely inside you) is babbling, grunting, and moaning, visceral and guttural. And you... You sound breathy and airy and wet and light. In a delicate voice, you are giving him directions, but you have to repeat yourself a few times before he snaps out of his daze and complies. And when he finally does, oh, you are all praise. 

How the fuck did he menage to get into your pants? And why, on God’s green earth, would you let him?

Ghost has witnessed you flirt before: sometimes you were just doing your job, other times you were having fun dancing with recruits in bars, flashing them a little smile with a pretty blush on your face. You were quick to throw them a bait and even quicker to retrieve it. “Don’t push your luck, soldier” you would say with an easy grin. Cheeky little thing. 

Simon would scoff at your antics and at the men and women who would fall for your little act. That’s why he is so surprised now, because with you, everything seems to be either an act or a transaction. I’ll give you what you need if you offer me something better first.

That’s what he thought you were doing with Konig when he caught you complimenting his skills and commenting on his strength. Just being smart, just trying to have one more ally. 

But the way you were panting, mewling, and pleading told him a different story. You could not be trusted. And now HIS team is in danger because you couldn’t keep your legs shut. Are your legs actually wide open? Are they on his shoulders? No, Ghost is not thinking about your legs. Instead, he is thinking that he wouldn’t need you to give him pointers on how to adjust the rhythm or how to angle himself to hit your sweet spot. With one hand on your mouth, he’d know exactly what to do to you. You wouldn’t need to say please and thank you; you wouldn’t need to be so polite. 

Simon is startled when you let out a sudden giggle, immediately followed by a whimper. You are confusing, half crying and half elated, half begging to stop and half begging to continue. It’s intimate—you sound so defenseless, so vulnerable. You are definitely not to be trusted. 

Much to Ghost’s annoyance, a little escapade with a fellow soldier is not enough to get you to fuck off somewhere else—somewhere far, far away from him. If that were to be enough, the base would be empty by now. He just has to be a little more patient and wait until he hears you say something compromising to the mercenary (or any other bastard that you’ll let into your bed, for that matter, a slut like you). Eventually you'll let something slip that will put the safety of the team at risk and thwart your credibility in the process.

Ghost is just going to have to endure more of this bullshit, and THAT is what annoys him the most. Not the fact that while listening to you, he is reminded of that one time when you dislocated your shoulder. He lets his focus drift to your moaning, desperately trying to conjure the memory of the way you turned your big, watery eyes on him, looking like a wounded animal. He can see it now; he can hear it now—the barely audible plea that escaped your lips, “Please, please don’t hurt me,"  as he was grabbing your arm and trying to fix you. It is only a pang in the pit of his stomach that snaps him out of it; he should not find the idea of you getting hurt so damn erotic. 

You little fucking nuisance.

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