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koufli · 9 months

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Obsession - chapter 2.

꧁༺Warning: slight nsfw, stalker, obsession, etc. ༻꧂

Elijah.

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His deep pitched voice threw me out of my trance and at this point he must've thought I was the mental one here. I shake my head and let out a soft breath of relief,

"yeah I'm fine. How did you...?"

He straightened up, throwing me off guard yet again as his hand placed on the low of my back.

"Let's go, you shouldn't be out so late at night,"

he trailed off for a moment, mumbling a faint few foreign words that I assumed must have been German as he led me over to the cashier and watched as me paid for my items. I felt under pressure, the same chill running up my spine as he stared at the back of my head.

so it must always be him that makes this familiar feeling crawl up my back.

When finished, Konig leads me outside and stops, and for a moment I turn and gently take his hand off of my back that was beginning to shiver.

"Are you cold?"

I ask, referring to his trembling palm.

He shakes his head, staring down at my eyes with such an intense gaze. He looked shocked that I'd asked him if he was cold, dumbfounded, even.

"Your hand was just shivering, are you sure?"

He slowly brings his shivering hand to his gaze, holding it up in front of him with a soft chuckle,

"no...I'm not cold at all."

He breathes out almost excitedly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Oh well...I should get going, I have-"

he finishes my sentence.

"a lot of work to do, right?"

His gravelled voice sends shivers down to my very core, and for a moment I was silent.

"Yeah.. I'll see you tomorrow at work."

I comment, trying to keep things nonchalant to distract the fact his stare was quite literally ripping through my soul.

"Sure...get home safely."

Is all he said, now hastily turning on my heel to walk in the direction of my apartment. And for a moment, I could feel that same shudder creep up my spine, but when I glanced back, Konig was gone.

It took me a good ten minute walk to get back home, and the whole way back I still felt a creepy aura following me, which only led me to believe that Konig had followed me home. But whenever I looked back, nobody could be seen. Maybe I was just paranoid and overthinking because of tonight, so when I entered I was relieved to be back in the comfort of my own apartment.

Thoughts still rushed through my mind about Konig, did he live around here? Why did he seem so tense whenever I touched him? Why was he shaking so profusely when he wasn't cold? Was he lying? But why?

I sat at my kitchen, eating the pre-made curry packet I'd bought and watching something stupid on Tv to pass the time. After that I left the paperwork on my counter and got to working on which company we'd be accepting for shipments, scribbling down different names until eventually passing out and falling asleep on the marble island in my kitchen.

Konig.

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I hated the fact I adored her so much. She was gorgeous, she captured my attention the very day she walked through those fucking doors and destroyed my life forever. I couldn't count on one finger the amount of times I'd gone home to wonder what her house looked like, how she smelt like after a shower, and from that very day, I knew that she was mine.

Nobody else could take her from me, I'd already claimed her, she didn't know it yet, but I sure as hell did. I thought it was a simple crush at first, I couldn't take my eyes off of her, how she worked so effortlessly, how she naturally made everyone smile with the beauty of hers, how she always wore her hair down and it usually got so messy by the end of the day.

But then things got out of hand, I couldn't help but start to stalk her social media, which was something that every guy would do, right? Apart from the fact I'd sometimes follow her home out of her sight, I'd stand outside her apartment for a few minutes, listening to what she was doing. And fuck, the worst thing I'd done was waited for her to leave before rummaging through her apartment and sniffing all of her clothes.

Was it bad that I even jerked off in there, too? Who am I kidding, it was fucking dreadful, I was obsessed beyond repair, but I didn't give a shit. I didn't care, because I knew that one day she'd come to realise that she was all mine, and today was only the start of it.

I was casually following behind her yet again when she turned straight into a shop. It was typical, I knew she couldn't be bothered to cook so she was going to get something shitty to eat.

God, if only I could take her home and cook everything and anything she ever wanted, she'd be the happiest girl in the world with me.

I made sure to be quiet, always staying a shelf away from her until the chaos happened. I listened into what was going on, my anger starting to bubble up inside of me.

Who did this guy think he was trying to flirt with my girl?

Of course I intervened, I didn't want another fucker laying their hands on my sweet Elijah, her pure soul was too innocent for a creep like him. She didn't understand how gorgeous she was, and because of that, didn't realise the trouble she could get into.

That's why I am always around. To keep her safe from these men who want nothing more than a quick fuck.

I didn't waste my time doing what needed to be done, and he was scared shitless by the time I had him gripped by the collar that I didn't even get to really have my fun with him. But everything fell apart when I turned to Elijah, fuck, I'd ruin her so badly.

Those plump lips, those innocent eyes staring up at me like I was her saviour, how she was so caught off guard. I'd loved to see those parted lips wrapped right around my-

Her voice snapped me out of my atrocious thoughts and I knew I had to get us both out before she started asking anymore questions.

I felt a little better outside, my hand being the only thing I was focused on as I kept it on her back, feeling the curve of her spine, making sure I savoured this moment touching her, feeling her hips through her clothes. Shit, I was glad she removed my hand because I could feel the bulge pulse in these tight jeans just from the feel of her fucking back.

What was wrong with me? It was even more embarrassing when she pointed out the fact my hand was shaking, I wasn't cold at all. I was completely and utterly head over heels for this girl and she probably thought I was psycho. When she said her sweet goodbyes, I know it wouldn’t be the last time I was seeing her tonight.

I did follow her home, I have no shame in admitting that, but she never saw me, so what's the harm?

I was making sure she was safe so she didn't run into any trouble again.

I stood outside her door, hearing the same TV show come on again, she had this one on two nights ago. I readjusted the painfully hard erection that sat tightly in my pants, letting out a soft sigh as I leaned my head against the door of her apartment. Fuck, I was in trouble.

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koufli · 9 months

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❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ‘𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.’ 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬/𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭…𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮…𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞. ;) 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, “𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡” 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞! ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐱 !𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐓𝐚𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞?𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟎𝟎-𝟏𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀!𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐱 !𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Obsession.

Chapter 1.

Ever since I started your new job at KorTac, which was now a few years ago, Konig had always been like this. And when I mean, 'like this,' I mean completely obsessed with me.

I'm not intending to sound stuck up my own ass or self obsessed, I mean it literally. Konig had a problem. Everyone around me had caught onto the fact he couldn't keep his eyes off of me during work, and up until a few months ago, everyone took it lightheartedly.

John and Gaz made the subtle comments and teases about Konig having a simple liking towards me, nothing more nothing less, but when a few months ago I found him outside my door, I didn't take it as blithely.

John had described Konig as a simple man with few words, and much like Mr. Simon Riley, had a tendency to hide his face under a mask. Konig was a large Austrian man, towering at a petrifying height of 6'10 and had an undoubtedly dark aura that always surrounded him.

Today was yet another day of stressful work and I felt so under pressure with being placed in charge of shipment deals, which I'd been assigned to do by Mr. Price, especially when I constantly felt a pair of familiar eyes burning through the back of me all the time, always bringing the same chill to run up my spine.

As I work at my desk and try to shake off the feeling, I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a gentle hand on my shoulder. Mr. McTavish’s friendly demeanour and pleasant Scottish accent had caught my attention and indulged in a brief chat with me.

I spin on my chair to face him as he hands me a stack of papers, and as he did so, that same feeling of my neck hairs standing on edge shuddered across my body, forcing my eyes to wander behind him.

And there he was, Konig sat in his chair staring, but this time it was different. He wasn't staring at me, but at John, shooting daggers through the back of his head as his fists clenched by his ungodly huge thighs. Those same mysterious blue eyes that were wavering on the back of Johns head distracted me and I was sure I could see a vein bulge on his forearm.

I swallowed nervously, John's voice snapping me back into my reality.

“Sae by th' nicht, aye?”

His Scottish accent did snap my thoughts into gear and I glance up at him, shaking my head with a polite smile.

“yeah...yeah, sure by tonight."

He nods and walks off, humming a tune as he leaves the office. I turn back to my desk with a gruff sigh, groaning quietly at the fact I had so much work to finish tonight.

By the time work was over, I was exhausted and already on the way home. I decided to stop by at one of the shops across from my apartment at around six, the sky already a darkening hue due to the frosty winter season that was now making me regret not buying gloves. I was browsing through the isles, trying to figure out what shitty meal to eat for dinner when a scruffy male stopped by. He was taller than me, a disheveled beard surrounding his mouth chapped lips, staring at what I had in my hand with a toothy grin.

"good choice."

He commented, now glancing me up and down.

"You seem quite tense."

He says. I stare at him, bewildered at what he was saying. Strange, but okay. I smiled politely at him, thinking he was just trying to be chatty until he took a step closer.

"I could take you back to my place again and ease that problem for you."

Knowing what he meant, I shook my head.

"Seriously? You're one strange fucker. No."

"You ain't going anywhere,"

his voice was slurred, clearly drunk, but without a single second being able to pass by, a large figure appeared from behind the shelves and grabbed his shirt by the cuff. Konig stared down at his body as he violently pressed him against the shelves, making some cereal boxes topple down and somehow making the quivering man look unbelievably smaller.

"Don't fucking touch her. You even look her way and I'll break both of your legs."

He spits, his German accent thick through his anger, the man who he held by the scruff now trembling, grabbing onto Konigs wrist and trying to shake the undeniably strong grip off of him. Konig stared at the man with pure venom for a few moments, breathing heavily as the veins in his hands protruded through his skin. After a few moments of this, Konig let him go with a push, towering over him as he toppled from the sudden force that shot him backwards.

Konig now returned to my side and made sure he left, watching as the startled man stumbled and murmured curses under his breath. But all I could do was crane my neck up at Konig and stare at him, a single question going through my head.

How was he here at such perfect timing?

The thought scared me and intrigued me, but I realised that was probably the first time I'd ever heard him speak.

"Are you alright, Elijah?"

He breathed out, his gorgeous blue eyes scanning across my face and his accent sounding so sweet. Hell, I was scaring myself with the thought of him even being labelled as sweet. I could tell through the fabric of his mask he was frowning in a worried manner. I wonder what he looked like under that mask...

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koufli · 9 months

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141 with a famous reader? Actress like a reader who’s a iconic ( known to be the queen of action movies) marvel,dc,desperate housewives etc SHE HAS A BIG SUPERHERO ROLE (wonder woman,scarlet witch,catwoman)

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꧁༺𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜! 𝙾𝚘𝚑, 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. ༻꧂

꧁༺𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠! ༻꧂

1. Simon “Ghost” Riley.

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Simon hardly ever watches any movies, but the ones he watches are definitely some sort of fighting genre. He loves action movies, but he’ll never admit it.

He also never admits that he has a favourite actor, he’ll always say something like: “that’s stupid. It’s not like it’s realistic or real, why would I obsess over someone who’s just playing a role?”

Little does anyone know that you are his favourite actor.

He purposefully picks the action movies you’re in, and when he’s alone he’ll appreciate your skill in acting.

He’ll always start getting defensive if soap points out the fact that you’re in every movie he picks, so the TaskForce just stay quiet and grin in amusement that he may have a fond liking towards your characters.

He’ll for sure save the movies you’re in to jerk off to later, he doesn’t realise the extent to which you turn him on. He’s never felt like this about any other celebrity before, but he finds you so attractive it’s hard not to get a bulge when he’s watching you.

He’s the type to settle down after a long day, turn the Tv on and lazily touch himself to your action scenes. He has a huge thing for how vicious you look.

If you two were to ever bump into each other, he will be fan-girling so hard.

He won’t show it, but his heart will be pounding as he casually strolls up to you and asks for a picture.

He’ll clear his throat to get your attention and ask you in a very manly tone to get a picture.

If the two of you were together, he’d be the protective type - he’d hate the fame you’re getting. He’s not jealous, just annoyed that many men will also be drooling over you too.

He likes to keep you, not share you, and in public he’ll often show that.

If anyone’s asking for a picture he won’t let go, he’ll keep a hand around your waist and force the fan to get him in the photo too.

Hell purposely start kissing you/ your neck when paparazzi are around. He likes people to know you’re taken.

After a long day of shooting or a fan-signing event, he’ll fuck you for hours on end just to prove you’re his.

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2. Konig.

Is he in the TaskForce or am I being stupid? I searched it up cause I was confused and it said he was a TaskForce 141 operator…so someone correct me if I’m wrong haha.

This man has no shame. He’ll have posters/collectibles of your characters and keep them around his room.

He’s the type to print out pictures of you from google and make his own posters out of them.

He does get a little embarrassed when someone brings up the fact he’s practically in love with you, and he doesn’t necessarily talk to his peers about it.

He finds it more of a quiet hobby. So whenever one of his colleagues steps into his room, he gets very flustered about his obsession.

Is a hard-core movie nerd, so he pleasures himself a lot to your pictures, characters, movie scenes, anything that includes you. His dick looks beat up and down right swollen from how long he spends jerking off to you.

If he was to ever see you in public, he would go feral. He’d be so nervous at first, not knowing how to approach you and visibly beating himself up to man up and go speak to you.

He’ll eventually do it and approach you, he’s very flustered but gets things done.

He’ll chat for ages once he’s comfortable, sometimes over-shares and is down right creepy about how obsessed he is with you.

Konig has a massive ego, so he’ll start to brag about how big of a fan he is, starts to really get into the conversation.

If you two were a couple, he’d have a love-hate relationship.

On one hand, Konig loves the fact you two are together and can show the whole world, but then again, he likes keeping things private between the two of you.

He really hates big crowds and talking to people, so whenever it comes to interviews he’s the most awkward person ever.

Paparazzi wise, you’re actually pretty lucky since he’s a huge guy and nobody really dares to cross a line with him.

He has the most intimidating stare without realising, but to you he’s just a big teddy bear.

He’ll swear at paparazzi in German.

Absolutely loves watching a movie with you in and fucking you raw on the couch as you’re watching said movie.

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3. Captain John price.

He’s not sly or ashamed, he’ll be open about his liking towards you as an actress and a character.

He’s not the type to have any posters, figurines, etc, but this man will have a borderline obsession and has watched every movie you’re in.

He’ll scroll through your social media, sometimes sitting alone at his desk, busy with plans and work when he finds himself working his hand over his twitching cock under the table.

Price would definitely pull a picture of you up on his phone and cum all over the screen.

He likes badass characters, and you being in a lot of actions just does something to him - especially the outfits you wear.

If he caught you out in public, he would be so friendly that anyone would think the two of you are friends.

He’d approach you with no shame, his camera already out like a desperate puppy.

He doesn’t mean to, but invades your personal space a lot, will just hug you for a picture, wrap his arm around your waist, etc without knowing how touchy he’s being.

Tried to get your number ‘jokingly.’

If the two of you were a couple, he’d be devoted. He’d come to your sets, the biggest smile on his face as he watches you work.

On the red carpet etc, he will always have a hand wrapped around your waist - just a simple gesture to show everyone the two of you are a couple.

He doesn’t mind the fame you get, mostly because he’s with you all the time - so he keeps an eye on you.

This is just random - but if you smoke too he’ll blow the smoke into your mouth before kissing you (in public) in front of the cameras.

He’ll appreciate every inch of your body in the bedroom, especially after seeing you on set on the same day. He’ll beg you to take any outfit from the set back home to see you wear it.

This man will go on for hours, he has the most energy during sex.

sometimes when he gets jealous, he’ll take a picture of your nude body and save it just so he can act smug knowing he has it.

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There will be a part 2, for some reason my tumblr isn’t letting me type anymore. >:(.

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Halloween night. Nsfw!

𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 !𝘍𝘦𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

Modern au.

It was Halloween night, and in your opinion, the best night of the year. You’ve always loved the creepy vibes to October, staying in with friends and watching horror movies until you both shit yourselves screaming, and the best part was going out into scary mazes at Halloween amusement parks. The thrill of Halloween just never failed to excite you, and here you find yourself with Gaz, soap, and Price being the one who was forced to come.

You knew he liked it, he just hated admitting it. He especially hated admitting that it scared him, because, oh no, it was ‘too immature’ for him.

“He’s not replying.” You suddenly huff out, getting a soft scoff from Gaz.

“Seriously, [name,] you need to get a better boyfriend. He’s clearly not interested.” His gruff voice sighs out casually. Your mouth hangs agape. Harsh much? But Gaz only gives you a simple shrug, not an ounce of shame on his face. Price observes the situation as Soap chimes in. “Yi’ll need a better boyfriend. Gaz is richt, ye Ken? He’s a glaikit pumpin’ prick anyways.” He huffs out, but you couldn’t help the smile of amusement shared between Gaz and Price.

“English, mate.” Price reminds, all of you stepping forward in the line.

“Oh! He replied. He says he’ll meet us in the maze.” You smiled before clicking your phone off and stuffing it in your back pocket. The three men share discreet looks before brushing it off anyways.

As you all advanced to the front, you paid and entered, the three men chatting and laughing away as if this was going to be a breeze for them.

Shock horror, it wasn’t.

As soon as the first worker jumped out with a horrifying mask and a chainsaw roaring in their faces unexpectedly, his voice making a spine-chilling shriek, the first reaction of Soap was to grab a hold of Gaz and shout aloud. “Awa' an' bile yer heid, bas! given me a hert attack..” You too grabbed onto Price with a squeal as he clutched his chest and heaved out like he was in the middle of a heart attack, Gaz too hunching over from the scare.

You couldn’t help but wheeze out a laugh at the three, now slowly but surely recovering and making the next turn. “Fucking hell…” Gaz murmurs, glancing over to your bursts of laughter with a suppressed smile.

“I regret this every fucking year. Why do I even come?” Price adds, rubbing his face as the torture for them carries on. After every turn and corner, the Scottish insults come hurling in, Gaz’ shouts frighten the life out of Price more than the actual scare, and the maze becomes so crowded until eventually you lose them through the heaps of people.

Sure it was fun with them, but alone? Fuck, you hated every second of it. There was a shiver running up your spine, eery silences, adrenaline starting to pump through your veins as every corner seemed like hell to conquer.

But the man that turned the corner shocked you into a sudden freeze. You halted in your tracks, the both of you staring at each other for what seemed like minutes. His piercing blue eyes were the only visible feature through his skull mask, the rest of him dressed in black. He was wearing a suit…so could he be a worker? The thought left your mind when He didn’t hesitate grasping your arm. Workers were not permitted to touch you…so who was this? You stared at the back of his head as this strange man leads you through the maze until you both stopped somewhere secluded. It really didn’t surprise you why you didn’t fight back, you were the sort of person to cave into anything. And ‘anything’ was apparently a tall man grabbing you by the arm and man-handling you like a doll.

You studied the man a little more, finally coming to a conclusion. You let out a breath of relief, it was your boyfriend, [bf/n.] “Jesus you scared me, I thought you were never coming..” you sighed out, dropping your head and letting the racing beat of your heart settle. Your boyfriend was towering above you, still not making a single sound, only staring at you.

“Alright, I get it.” You snort, “you don’t have to be silent you know? I get the whole creepy vibe you’re trying with me.” You roll your eyes, his body now pressing you back into the wall. For a moment you swallowed, getting a strange aura from him. Why was he being so creepy? But then he pulled the mask up so the sharp of his jaw and the plumpness of his mouth were revealed to you, finally leaning down and pressing your lips together without any hesitation.

You didn’t falter for a second, cupping his cheeks and parting his lips with your tongue, a muffled grunt being vibrated against your lips as his hands found your waist. He was impatient today, clearly pent up as he pushed you against the wall and smothered your lips with his tongue. He tilted his head, making sure to push your head back into the wall with the force of the kiss. You finally leaned back, breathing heavily as his lips were glossed over, his head inching slightly forward as if trying to capture your lips again. His tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip, letting out a soft breath as he readjusted the bulge in his pants. You noticed and quirked a brow.

“Here? Right now?”

His bulge rubbed against your thigh, and he nodded like a lost puppy. He still wasn’t talking, which made you frown, but the tightness in his pants was distracting you, you couldn’t think straight. His calloused palm slowly ran down your bare arm, causing you to shudder and look to the side to make sure the place was quiet and you wouldn’t get caught. You weren’t necessarily planning to scare anyone else with getting ploughed into whilst in a creepy Halloween maze.

It was a pretty quiet place, which made you think that he must have been looking while in here to find somewhere for the two of you to shackle up. You suddenly heard a clink of a belt, dragging your gaze away from the corner and looking down to see him frantically pulling the item away from him as he unzipped his pants, his cold palm cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him again. “Turn.” Is all he said, his voice gruff, low, lower than usual as if he was ill. You weren’t processing his words, so he let out a grunt and did it himself, turning you to face the wall as he crouched down, gently hooking his finger in the hem of your pants, wasting no time and slowly pulling them down to reveal your panties.

He let out a strained groan, only at the sight of them. You felt both of his hands cup your ass cheeks, handling each one with such care it was a foreign feeling. His fingers kneaded into the soft flesh as both of your hands flattened against the wall, your lips parting as he, with no shame, pinched the hem of your panties and pulled the fabric down to your ankles and let out a shaky sigh: as if it were the first time he was seeing….everything. Which is wasn’t. his lips ran across your bare skin as he let his breath tickle your ass, slowly pressing a kiss to each one before placing his large hands on the back of your thighs.

He’d finished appreciating your rear, and apparently he had more he wanted to see. “Turn.” Again, you were caught off guard by his voice, but did so anyways. You didn’t realise he was so close, but now his eyes were pinned onto your cunt. His cool hands found their place on your thick thighs, where he started to gently fondle the flesh, his nose brushing dangerously close to your crotch.

You sighed out of pleasure, tilting your head back and biting down on your tongue. What had gotten into him? Why was he suddenly so appreciative of your naked body?

“[Bf/n]..” you trail off, slowly placing your hand atop of his masked head. He still had his balaclava bunched up by his nose, his mouth now pressing into your wet pussy, his tongue snaking out and licking a straight line all the way up until he stopped at your clit. You watched down with your mouth hung agape, your view being his nose pressed against the very top of your cunt while his tongue was tasting your very arousal. He let out a groan, the vibrations making your back arch and a shameful moan to slip from your lips. You were glad the creepy Halloween music was too loud to hear anything.

You slapped your free hand to your mouth, earning a deep chuckle from him as his eyes flicker up to you. He leans back, licking his lips with a soft inaudible murmur. He stares for a few moments, admiring the meal in front of him before his thumb slowly circles your clit.

A frustrated grunt leaves your lips, “please…hurry up, I beg I can’t-“ your pleas have him twitching in his pants as he stares up at you, his index finger now starting to slowly circle your entrance as he licks his lips. He too has had enough of this torture, caving into your words and not able to hold back. He didn’t waste any time In grabbing your arm and turning you, this time releasing his achingly hard erection. He taps his tip against your ass, stroking himself to the sight of you - but he stops. He was already getting too excited.

He grabs your hips, noting how his fingers dig into the flesh and leave marks before he lines himself up against your hole, gently nudging himself in, teasing you, also noting how tight you were. How was he going to fit? He lets out a shaky sigh by your ear, slowly penetrating you and pushing his hips forward. Your jaw dropped, had he grown like two fucking inches? Why did he feel so girthy today? Your cheek pressed up against the wall, his parted lips pressed against your temple as strained sighs fall from his mouth.

He was fully inside of you now, pulsing and clearly holding back his primal desire to fuck you so roughly against this wall. He had to refrain, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing forward again, breaking your barriers and loosening you out a little to fit him. You could feel each individual vein, how his tip caressed your inner walls. It was becoming easier to thrust now, your arousal acting as a lube as his nails dig into your hips even harder. He sounded like he was really struggling, like a wild animal that was forcing himself to hold back.

His hand moved up your spine until it reached your hair, gently brushing it to the other side of your shoulder so his lips could press freely against your neck to muffle any sounds that he released: which was a lot. He was strangely vocal today. He slowly picked up his pace, putting all his passion and effort into stretching your hole and fully feeling you out. He took his time, leaning away from your neck just to seethe out a soft groan, admiring how with each slow thrust your ass rippled against his crotch.

He could do this all fucking day. Your moans were music to his ears, how he was ruining you right now in a public place, how his movements made you squirm and sweat. You were a masterpiece, and as time went on, his patience withered. It was so small now that he was ploughing into you, so much you could hear the faint slapping noises of flesh hitting flesh, one of his hands cupping your mouth to silence you, the other grabbing your hair to arch your back as he plummeted into you again and again.

It felt like heaven, each moan proving how well he hit your g-spots and fully pumped all of his passion and lust into you. You couldn’t hold back, your eyes were squeezed shut and your legs were trembling from the impact of his thrusts, and eventually you couldn’t help but buckle and let your orgasm crush through your body. It took him so much effort not to speak to you, not to reveal his voice, but his grunts and soft groans couldn’t be held back. Not when such a perfect girl was in front of him half-naked. It wasn’t long after before he pressed his crotch up firmly against your ass, giving you one last harsh thrust and not being able to help but spurt out his seed inside of you, coating your inner walls in thick layers of his cum as he bit into your shoulder, not regretting a single thing.

You both stay there for a moment, panting out like wild animals and letting your orgasm ride out. He cleared his throat, “birth control?” He asked. You nodded, furrowing your brows before he stepped back and started to hastily button himself back up. He tidied up, helping you become a lot neater before you shared a long look at each other.

“I’ll see you out there then…okay?” You breathed out, legs still weak. He nodded, watching as you tried your best to look like you hadn’t just been fucked so roughly before disappearing around the corner.

You eventually left the maze, feeling overly embarrassed when Gaz, soap, price and….your boyfriend were all chatting by the front. Your fucking boyfriend, wearing a completely different outfit to what you’d just seen him in. You turned around to see if the same ‘boyfriend’ was behind you, your heart sinking as you rushed up to him. You grabbed his shoulders, ignoring the questions from the other three about how you went missing.

“Did you go in the maze?!” You asked frantically.

He frowned at you, “No I waited here…why?”

Your face went pale, and when you turned around that same fucker was staring at you before disappearing beyond the crowds.

Okay. This is my first time writing smut….or writing a ‘proper’ story overall lol. Don’t judge me, I know it isn’t Halloween but the idea popped into my head. 🤭

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Ass, tits, or thigh guy?

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Konig.

Out of thighs, ass, and tits, Konig is definitely a huge ass guy.

With his size in comparison to most people and you, his hands are huge, and the thing he loves the most is just holding your ass.

You could be kissing, cuddling, walking, he will have a hand ATTACHED to your ass at all times 100%.

He loves how big his hands are and the fact that he can just hold each cheek in them - and he especially loves taking you from behind/doggy-style because all he can see is your behind, and he can do whatever he likes to it. Slap it, grope it, even bite it.

Sometimes you’ll be sat on your stomach on bed, nonchalantly scrolling through your phone, and he’ll just full on chomp into your backside.

He’ll pick a cheek and leave a bite mark with absolutely no shame.

He will slide his hands down your pants and warm up his palm by holding one of your cheeks like it’s a normal activity.

He’s not sly when he stares at it. He’s the most obvious person ever.

he’ll give your butt a quick squeeze while walking past you.

Ghost.

He is for sure a thigh guy.

This is why he loves eating you out so much, he’ll always leave a hickey between your thighs.

Ghost always spends so much time just kneading them in his hands, kissing them, licking them etc.

I think the reason he loves thighs so much is because most of your scars are on them/he loves seeing how much you’ve fought for.

He absolutely loves kissing any scars or marks on your thighs, he loves leaving small nips with his teeth by them.

He’s the type of guy to have his hand on your thigh while driving/sat next to you. He will rub it, squeeze it, use it as some sort of stress toy.

Simon usually loves missionary the most, he has the best view of your thighs rippling against his thrusts/can grab them and hold your legs open.

Does like leaving marks of his nails on your inner thighs.

Simon’s definitely the type that before actually penetrating you, he’ll use your thighs to thrust into because he loves the feeling of them around his cock.

Soap McTavish.

Well just look at him, Mr.McTavish surely loves his ass.

He’s definitely into stuffing his face into your cheeks, clothed or not clothed, he’ll use them as his pillow.

He for sure loves fucking you in front of a mirror, especially cowgirl so he can just watch your ass bounce up and down repeatedly.

Has an obsession with watching your butt just recoil every time he slaps it.

Loves grinding his bulge against each cheek/ between them.

He’s definitely the type of guy to tap/rub his tip on your ass before penetrating.

Likes to make things messy - pulls out very last second to cum all over your butt.

He adores when you sit on his face, he really wouldn’t mind being suffocated by you.

He definitely uses your ass as drums when he’s bored 😭.

Also likes taking a huge bite out of your flesh, sometimes you wonder if he’s actually going to eat your single ass cheek he does it so hard.

He goes feral when he sees you in just your lingerie/the sight of your butt eating your underwear completely. Turns him on a lot.

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That’s it for now - any suggestions I would love! Any one-shots, head cannons, throw them all at me.

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koufli · 9 months

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Simon “Ghost” Riley head-cannons. (18+)

Also involves some sensitive topics, (addiction, trauma, aggression etc..)

His behaviour can range from a gentle and caring side/wanting to treat you like a princess and smother you in affection since he hardly got any himself during his younger years. + wants to show you how much he cares about you, doesn’t want to lose you after everything you’ve been through together.

It’ll start off where he’s really affectionate at first, very touchy, loves to use his hands all over your body. You would be in bed, cuddling and he’ll start off with a subtle hand running up your bare stomach, slowly sliding around your skin until he eventually becomes a lot more bolder and start to slide under your bra. He will not hesitate to just keep his hands on your chest and use your breasts as something to grope while his heads nuzzled into your neck.

He definitely loves making out/neck kisses especially. He doesn’t necessarily like being loud since he wants to keep you two as something private, but would love to leave marks to prove to everyone you belonged to someone already.

Loves praising you/getting praised.

He likes to know when he’s doing well and what makes you feel good. He’ll focus on you entirely and is huge on foreplay. He’ll make sure to gently stroke a thumb over your panties until they’re soaked, he likes ruining them/seeing the fabric go dark from your arousal. He focuses on spots that especially make you fidget or make louder noises, he’s very aware and will know which is your most sensitive parts.

And this is why he loves praise, to know he’s doing well and bringing you the most pleasure.

Giving.

He loves fingering you, especially after getting you so wet. He’ll start of really slowly with only one finger, resting his head on your thigh as he watches you squirm. He’ll experiment on you so he gets better at pleasuring you.

Spits on his fingers before actually inserting them.

He’ll quickly progress to two fingers, and this man will not stop. It doesn’t matter if you’re jutting and squirming, he will not stop until you cum all over his fingers or his mouth.

He will make you fuck yourself on his fingers, whether you’re sat on his lap or he’s just between your legs, he will stop and make you do the work just to see his fingers going in and out.

He’s not the type to moan, but he’ll make grunts or soft groans/whimpers. He’s not usually the type to interact during sex, usually he’ll say things like “Hm.” “Mm.” “Mhm.”

If he’s really into it/jealous, etc, he’ll be very vocal.

When actually giving you head, he will grip your thighs open with such strength you won’t be able to close them. He wants to see you wide open at all times.

He’s very good with tongue, will definitely circle your clit + your hole. He lets you grip his hair for support if needed, and absolutely has some sort of suffocating kink.

At the end when you’re close to finishing, he’ll let your legs close just so your thighs can trap him there so you can crush his head with your legs and cum on his face.

Receiving.

This man is not gentle at all, even if he tries to, he loves head.

He’s the type to smear his pre-cum all over your lips, he likes to make a mess of you.

Will grip your head and Bob you up and down his cock, before slamming you straight down.

Again, he loves hearing your gargles/chokes/hiccups. He’ll pull out just before finishing to cum all over your face, making sure he makes a mess.

Again, he’s not very vocal, but will praise.

Definitely hits your face with his cock/taps his tip on your tongue.

When he’s getting a hand Job from you, he’ll be very sensitive.

He hardly ever jerks off since when he’s away from you he’s always busy doing work.

When he does jerk off to the thought of you, he cum’s quickly.

So when you give him a hand job, he won’t last long.

A lot of cursing + heavy breathing. He’s very sensitive and will thrust up into your hand.

When he gets close his thrusts will get quicker and stutter/get choppy and twitchy before he cum’s and tosses his head back with a groan/grunt.

Because of his upbringing, his moods are very varied. Sometimes he can be gentle^^, but sometimes he’s rough and either has no regrets or is really apologetic after. It depends how he’s feeling.

He’s the type to rub his tip against your hole before entering to tease you.

Will use your cum from the last round as lube for the next.

He will want to bruise your insides, and this man will not stop at anything until he’ll get what he wants.

He’s a biter and will leave marks anywhere he can, neck, collarbone, top of your breasts, thighs, etc..

He growls into your shoulder while biting you.

He’s a hair puller, whenever he’s angry/in a more unforgiving mood, he’ll make you take it from the back. It doesn’t matter if you’re facing the mirror, against the wall, on the bed, if he needs release, he’ll use you.

Also will sometimes pull out a knife, he likes seeing you shudder/fear flash across your face.

He’d never hurt you, he just gets off to the fact of you shivering and begging for his mercy.

Likes to embarrass you like this. He has something about being in authority, he likes knowing he has power and will taunt you. Sometimes it links to his past and how weak he was, so he likes to show you who’s boss in bed.

Will bruise you, grab your cheeks, humiliate you.

Before everything, he will establish a safe word. He knows that sometimes he can become feral/uncontrollable, so he’ll develop a safe word.

“You take me so well,”

“Look at you, such a fuckin’ whore.”

“What would your comrades think?”

After care.

When he’s in a more gentle mood, he’ll apologise whether he was being gentle or rough. He always thinks he’s hurt you in some way, but he’s not much of a cuddle-bunny after. He likes to show his affection through acts of service/will order your favourite food and run you a bath.

He’ll ask you a lot.

“Anything else you want?”

He seems quite awkward and stiff after, like he’s realised what he’s done and how intimate he’s been with you.

He’s not regretful, per se, maybe embarrassed.

He will be gentle/carry you around if you need his help.

He’ll get you into a change of clothes, but those clothes will always be his. He likes seeing you in his clothes.

He dries you, and after an hour of contemplating his thoughts and coming to terms with things, he’ll be a lot more needy of your affection + attention.

While you’re eating he’ll always have an arm around your waist, pulling you closer like he’s seeking your approval.

He’ll cuddle you for the rest of the night.

He just needs an hour to keep to his own space, and you usually respect that and leave him to his own thoughts.

Bonus/kinks.

Definitely loves thigh riding. He likes making you cum just from using his leg, it makes him feel powerful. And I mean come on, look at his thighs, they’re huge.

If he’s feeling uncomfortable or too scared to ask for sex, he’ll suggest it by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his head into your neck. He’ll press his crotch against your ass and hope you take the hint.

He takes his work very seriously, so he may act distant around you in fear of someone finding out you’re something special to him.

He’ll definitely act cold to you in front of people, he doesn’t want to put you in danger.

But he can be very protective, so if someone’s trying it on or being rude/threatening you, he will stand behind you and stare at them to make them uncomfortable as possible until they eventually leave.

He definitely has a scent kink. He’s pretty much always away from you, so bringing your clothing to help him sleep/ get off to is something he loves. He especially loved you wearing his clothes so then afterwards they smell of you.

He will come into your room just to inhale you, and it’s obvious that he always sniffs you when he hugs you/is doing something intimate with you.

Mild knife play. He likes being in control and feared, especially since he was weak in the past - it ties into it.

Very difficult to figure out. Some times he’ll

Whenever he gets the chance to jerk off while on a mission, he will always call you with a piece of your clothing. He’ll get off just to your voice/thrusts up into his hand a lot.

He won’t be sly about it, he’ll be grunting quietly and breathing down the phone heavily.

Mix of sad/funny Head-cannons.

Stubbed his toe one a wall once and then punched a hole through it.

Sometimes he’s either really closed off or really affectionate, when you’re surprised at his affection it really upsets him since he wants to treat you with nothing but love, but sometimes his past prevents his affection to shine through properly.

Despite being a huge guy - he loves being a little spoon.

He doesn’t sleep really unless you’re around him. It’s a sense of vulnerability that only you’re allowed to be exposed to.

He really cares about his mask. Some days it’s so bad he won’t even take it off around you.

Appreciates kisses through his mask, it shows him you love him despite covering his face.

First person to see him cry was you.

Feels like he doesn’t deserve your attention and will be really upset for periods of time. He loves it when you show him affection because it proves that you don’t find him intimidating or scary (part of the reason he hides his face from you.)

He’s very unpredictable. He constantly seconds guesses things, always asks you if he’s annoying: “is it fine if I do this?” “Tell me if you don’t care.” “I said too much sorry, you probably find my stories boring.”

He doesn’t realise how much you love him and could listen to him for hours.

Turns to bad habits like smoking and drinking, you have to help him through a lot of difficult times.

Sometimes he’ll have a smoke after you have sex to try calm his mind. He has severe addiction problems.

First time dating he had severe panic attacks and wouldn’t touch you for days.

Has the worst nightmares/can snap at you easily.

He loves listening to your heartbeat, it calms him. He’s so obsessed with the fact you’re alive and the only person who he thinks cares about him. He wants to memorise every detail of you.

Sometimes he has no common sense whatsoever despite being such a brutal killer.

Definitely sassy/rolls his eyes a lot through his mask.

When this man laughs (which is rarely) he will BELLY laugh. He has the most contagious one out of everyone. Even the thought of it gets you laughing.

The most loudest snores you could ever hear. Like dad snores/shaking the bed snores. He snores so loud he always scares himself awake.

Obsessed with tea.

Really gullible with the stupidest things and definitely doesn’t get social cues.

Doesn’t humour anyone. He hardly ever gets jokes/takes literal hours for a deep explanation until he finally gets it. But he has the worst dad jokes ever.

Nobody tries to pull the, “who asked” card because the last time someone said that, he beat the shit out of them so hard they had to get stitches.

Really straightforward and blunt with his friends. “Does these shoes look nice?” “No, they’re fucking awful.”

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Hope you guys enjoyed these! Any suggestions for a next one? Also here’s a link to my Tiktok! Things will be posted there too.

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