Pervy!Rudy Pls? I Don’t See Much For Him But Godddddd I Need It

biker!Ghost 3 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5 , 4

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 | 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐱 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠)

Summary: During your stop at the abandoned building a shootout with the enemy begins. You cross your paths with injured König who needs your help.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

A/N: I'm here to feed you all, because you asked so nicely. ♡ This part contains POV of the Reader and König's. Also, starring Gaz, he deserves more recognition! Y/C ━ Your Codename Poorly translated German ━ correct me if needed!

Warnings: dark humor, reader is eastern european coded, desc. of blood & injuries, mentions of unalived bodies, sexual pictures taken, perv!König?

Word count: 3.2k oops

The night had fallen quickly. Faster than one might have thought. During the sunset, when the crickets hidden in the tall grass were the only sound, the manhunt began. 

Task Force 141 and KorTac had to stay for the night at the abandoned factory of sorts, near the forest bordering the village and Austrian mountains – a fortress with many rooms, staircases, exits.

You were slowly getting ready for the confrontation with the terrorist group, the one you’ve been “tracking” for the last couple of days. You sat on the second floor, cleaning your M4 rifle while listening to another story of Gaz. Some of the KorTac soldiers were also following the Britishman's captivating telltales. It was then when you heard the first report of strangers passing by through the radio. Then you heard the shooting. 

Everything happened quickly, the situation was getting worse and progressing too fast. How could they sneak up on you like that? The enemy came to you first, this shouldn't have happened.

You stuck to Gaz as you gathered your weapons and began moving towards the staircase. The sounds of gunshots filled the building and the ground surrounding it. Your mind had to stay highly alert, focused on a few simple tasks – push forward, leave the factory and get to the cars. It seemed like there were too many enemy’s forces. 

Well, at least that's what you thought, so it was hard to estimate the numbers.

It wasn’t possible to count the time that had passed since you gathered your rifle and followed Gaz’s lead. With his help and the Captain's instructions you managed to get to the ground floor, two of KorTac soldiers joined you on the way.

Three bodies lay limp in a puddle of blood underneath them, corpse’s hand gripping their rifles tightly. You took a quick look at their vests, or rather lack of them, and only then you were sure.

━ He hired mercenaries. ━ You stated quietly to your companion, having in mind the man liable for the terrorist group, as Kyle carefully peeked through the closest corner. 

━ Cannon fodder. 

His harsh answer was followed by a dead silence. Even the crickets went quiet as something loomed in the air. 

━ Gaz, Y/C, still on the way? ━ Ghost’s voice called out for the two of you through the radio. 

━ Almost there, sir. ━ Dark skinned sergeant stated, having an eye on the meeting point ahead of him. 

Gaz would take the right side of the van, two KorTac soldiers would worry about the left, while you had an eye on your backs. Seemed easy, seemed to be a quick job. 

When all of you got closer to the vehicle, holding your weapons high and looking out for any danger, something rolled down on the ground. Almost like a metal bin got under the car’s chassis. 

━ Grenade! 

There was too little time to react. Your legs pushed off the ground with all of their strength, your body directed at the building. However, you weren’t fast enough. So were not your companions.

Explosion illuminated the area and the fire consumed the military van in its flames. The recoil threw you a few meters away from the place of outbreak, knocking the air out of your lungs.

The squeak. 

That fucking squeak. 

The agonizing sound was probably the only noise you could hear at the moment as you saw the tongues of fire dancing in the corner of your eye. Right then, your body was reacting and operating on its own. 

Some barely palpable thuds made you realize you lied with your cheek in the gravel and dirt. 

You didn’t know exactly when you grabbed the M4 into both hands or when you stood up on your shaking legs, slowly heading inside the building again. You cursed in your native language, when your head hurt like it would explode on its own. 

There was an exchange of bullets somewhere near you, but still, dazed you couldn’t precisely determine – where and how close.  You continued to run towards the building bent in half. 

Then suddenly you felt a strong grip tightening around your vest’s strap on the shoulder. A pull so powerful that made you turn around and fall onto the brick wall behind your back. 

━ Gaz? ━ You heard the ringing of your own voice, echoing inside of your eardrums. Wait, did you even say his name out loud? Maybe you just imagined you did?

When your back clung tightly against the cold wall (as much as it could, due to your gear), you tried to take a deep breath in. 

First, then the second one. A cold, night breeze filled your nose. Only then you felt like you finally could think clearly again. 

━ Stay close. We’re moving. ━ The strong accent helped you realize it was König who took you out of the ambush. Now that you knew that, everything made sense – the force he pulled you with? Yeah, the Austrian colonel was like a wild bear.  

Quickly you checked your rifle and reloaded it. Your head nodded towards the colonel and he began clearing the way to the nearby staircase. You were going up again, side by side with an Austrian soldier. Well, that probably wasn’t the image of you that your grandparents had in mind. 

You were supporting him from his behind, constantly checking the back. The adrenaline from the explosion made you feel painful tension in each limb. It felt like muscle sores after a rough day at the gym. Or sparring session with Ghost.

There was no option to go back and search for Gaz or two KorTac soldiers. If they survived the explosion, they probably escaped into the forest and were fine. Right?

With each powerful yet quiet step he took, another enemy’s soldier got terminated. With your help König cleared the pathway and led the two of you into a more secluded area. A room, your hideout.

You pushed some old, wooden furniture resembling a cabinet over the doors, so no one uninvited entered. You and the colonel had bored up to wait for the reinforcements. The hooded soldier took a peek through the cracked window as you squeezed the radio’s button.

━ Bravo 0-7, do you copy? 

Thankfully the silence didn’t last long.

━ Y/C ━ Ghost spoke through the radio. Only you knew that he was in distress, because of his voice. Him and Price probably heard the blast from the other part of the building. ━ Fuckin’ Christ, what was that?

━ They blew up the car. Gaz and I got separated near the tree line, I don’t know where he is. ━ You explained as simply as possible. Eventually your eyes noticed the drops of blood on the old floor. It was fresh. Were you bleeding? 

━ Where are you? 

Your boyfriend’s voice ripped you out of the deep thoughts. And at that point you understood that it wasn’t you, who was bleeding. 

━ In the left wing, second floor. Doors locked. Colonel König saved me from the fire. He’s with me.

Austrian man thanked the fucking heavens he had his face covered by the dark hood. Because the moment you called out his name, his heart skipped a beat. Your pretty eyes under the long eyelashes were locked on him. 

━ Stay there until we arrive. Over and out. 

When Ghost's voice vanished into thin air, there was a moment of silence between the two of you. He could feel how warm it got in there. Because it was a hot, summer night, right? 

━ You’re bleeding ━ you acknowledged, pointing his left thigh. ━ It’s your happy day, colonel. You got stuck with a medic. Sit down and let me see. 

Oh, it was a happy day for König for more than the reason he came across a medic while in need.

Because he came across you. 

━ I don’t think it’s an emergency, schatz. 

━ Your pants are soaked with blood. Let me see. 

You put down the weapon and reached out to grab his. He obediently gave you his rifle and sat down near the wall, slowly sliding on its surface. When the emotions began to cool down, his mind began to race. How could he let that happen? How could he, the king, let the bullet of some mercenary damage him? 

You kneeled next to the colonel and placed the “first-aid” bag on the floor. At first you tried to take a look at his wound, but a gap the size of a bullet was just too small. 

━ I have to slightly incise the pants, I can’t see th–

━ Ja, it’s okay. 

König said in a single breath, doing everything in his power not to stare at you for too long. But it was impossible. The way your hands gently inspected the wounded area. The same palms which not so long ago were squeezing the M4 rifle until the knuckles turned white. The same fingers that were holding a child so cautiously a few hours ago. 

You grabbed the material of his beige pants and slightly tore the opening. 

Unknowingly you tilted your head to the side, assessing the situation. König now knew that he was right. Your touch was as gentle as he had imagined it to be.

━ Hm, I won’t lie, this doesn’t look good ━ you retraced your hands from his leg and began preparing the essential tools. ━ The bullet didn’t hit the artery or veins, but it’s stuck in your muscle. I have to take it out and stop the bleeding, sir. 

━ It’s alright, I’m in the good hands, ärztin.

━ I don’t know what that mean, sir. ━ You confessed, a polite smile twisting your dusted cheeks, when you heard unknown German word.

Did he make you blush or was he dreaming? If the colonel was a believer, he would swear to the God he saw you blushing. 

━ A doctor. You’ll learn more German during our… ━ now it was him, searching the right word ━ cooperation, would you like that? 

His blue eyes roamed over your expressions, changing during the seconds passing by. It was bold of him to ask, too fucking bold perhaps. But he had you within his reach, right under his nose. He couldn’t let you slip so easily. 

━ That would be useful, thank you. Now, brace yourself. Take a breath in.

With a pair of gloves you dipped your pointing finger into the wound and scooped the bullet out in an impressive timing.  

━ Scheiße! ━ Colonel cursed, clenching his teeth. During his military career he got shot, burned, bones broken, skin cut, hurt too many times to count. Nonetheless, it hurt like a bitch each time he got his wounds patched. 

━ I know, I’m sorry, sir. I’m almost finishing. 

You took a brand new packaging of gauze and unwrapped it. Swiftly, you inserted the sterile material into the shallow wound with your slender fingers, until the crimson liquid stopped pouring all over his thigh and crotch. 

━ Don’t apologize, schatz. You’re doing a good job here. 

It was a second, less perhaps, but you looked up at the colonel when he praised your work. And under that hood? He had the smuggest grin ever. 

Finally, you tapped the outer side of his thigh, asking him to slightly raise the limb, so you could wrap a bandage around it. You leaned over his lap, two of your hands brushing against his massive legs. 

The voices, the fucking voices, made of him a real disrupted man. 

König had this impossibly stupid idea of sticking his head out just to get shot, so you could patch him up. You would be his favorite nurse and caretaker. If you happened to find yourself in his arms, we would never let you go. 

━ All done. There’s no need to cut the leg off, sir. ━ You jokingly said, leaning back on your knees. The dark humor and sarcastic jokes were your favorite. 

His thigh was bandaged, the bleeding stopped, but he needed a stiching, which you could not perform in the middle of a shooting scene. The big man will survive until then. 

━ Oh, that’s a good news, doctor. Thank you. 

His bright eyes loomed over your figure – neatly sitting on your own knees, clean hands (as you took the bloodied gloves off) resting on the thighs, head facing him. A single strand of your hair that slipped from the braid was stuck to your slightly sweaty forehead.

━ Come here ━ he told you, curling his pointing and middle finger in your direction. The gesture itself meant he wanted you to come closer. So you did, barely narrowing your brows. ━ You have soot all over your face. ━ His giant palm reached your cheek and rubbed the dust and dirt away.

König was used to most of his colleges, if not all of them, being much smaller than him. But it was the size difference between you and him that had his stomach curling with excitement. 

━ Danke [ger.: thanks].

━ Bitte [ger.: please]. 

The moment you two shared was interrupted by the loud steps coming towards the room you’ve been hiding. Without second thoughts, you helped the big bear stand up and handed him a rifle. You quickly pointed at the door and you waited. 

You sucked a breath in. Hold. 

━ Y/C! 

━ Here, sir! ━ You stated, releasing the air with a loud sigh. 

The familiar voice of Captain Price eased the tension. There was no need to continue fighting. Both you and König lowered the weapons and the colonel moved the cabinet aside allowing the team to open the doors.

And there was a group of your saviors – Price and lieutenant Riley at the front. Few soldiers in dark suits followed behind them.

Captain of TF 141 moved aside to allow you to leave the small, secluded area. All of you gathered in the corridor, before leaving the building. 

━ Thanks for saving our girl. ━ Price said in a lower tone to the colonel. To the Austrian man who outstanded everyone else in the room.  

━ We’re a team on this one, aren’t we? 

König’s blue eyes met the cold, death stare of lieutenant Riley. It didn’t sit right with Britishman that he was alone with her. With his girl. Simon didn’t care about the context of the situation, he had a childish problem with the colonel of KorTac himself. It was about his attitude towards you.

Perhaps you didn’t notice that and if you did, you saw nothing bad in König’s behavior. But the lieutenant did and it gave him weird feelings. 

━ Is Gaz okay? ━ You asked Ghost full of concerns, because Kyle wasn’t present with the rest of the team. 

━ Slightly cooked, but he’ll be fine. 

“Shit” you thought. First, there was a little accident involving Soap and broken ribs and now poor, smoked Gaz. Your teammates hadn’t have much luck lately. 

Perhaps, if not König saving your ass, you’d be wounded badly too. 

━ Medevac took care of him ━ Price meddled between you and lieutenant, wanting all of you to gather up and move. ━ We’re headin’ back to regroup, those bastards are gettin’ on my nerves. Also, Laswell’s on the line, waitin’ for report. 

His statement was followed by a quick ‘yes, sir’ and the group of survivors moved through the now secured area. König talked with one of his sergeants, trying to assess how many people he lost that day. 

Ghost was right behind you all this time, almost like a shadow you cast yourself. But you loved your grumpy shadow with your whole heart. 

Without any more issues you got to the untouched by the gunfire cars and left the abandoned factory behind. You took the last glimpse at the building and the lifeless bodies laying around the area through the vehicle’s window. 

It was ironic, as a medic you were supposed to save lives, not to end them. And yet, you were surrounded by bones and corpses. 

When you came back to the base – a part of the building KorTac company lent to Task Force 141, most of you were dismissed to get some rest before the departure at noon. But not the colonel of KorTac.

The Austrian man visited the doctor who stitched his wound up. Medic praised how well the bleeding was stopped, but König wasn’t surprised at all – he saw how skillful your hands were. 

Only if he could feel them on his skin again. Such delicate fingertips sneaking under his shirt, running over his muscles and old scars. But for now, it was only his imagination giving him the wrong ideas. 

You were taken, ja? It was wrong to want you for himself. 

After the stitching, he had to fill out some documents for his superiors – those on a computer and on paper. It wasn’t much, but it took around an hour or hour and a half. When he was finally done, König walked through the empty hallways towards his own quarters.

He locked the room from the inside and neatly put his combat shoes near the entrance. At least he could have some rest. Or so he thought. 

His phone’s screen illuminated the dark room as a notification popped up. The number was unknown. But the moment König tapped with his finger to read the message, he instantly knew who it was from.

His stomach dropped and his jaw slightly opened. The message was a picture with a signature saying “see, how well she’s taken care of?”. 

The photo was a visual of your bare upper half pressed against the masculine torso in the way that covered most of your breasts. Your hand was splayed over Ghost’s chest as his muscular arm hugged you from behind, pulling closer. In bed.

The frame did not catch the lieutenant's face at all, but it showed your flushed (or maybe rather: fucked out) face and eyes pressed shut. You still had the remains of dirt on your face, that’s why König  knew it’s a recent photo.

The Colonel could not help, but feel how his pants got uncomfortably tighter than before as he sat down on his bed. 

König felt the throbbing of his heartbeat in his ears and he pulled the hem of his hood over his nose. He had to breathe. “Take a deep breath, soldat” he kept telling himself.

But his hand unbuckled the belt and trousers on its own and when his heavy cock sprung free from its confinement, König knew there was no way he could stop now. 

He began to pump his fist fast, biting on his lower lip, blue eyes glued to the dirty picture of you on his phone. The Austrian man would never get rid of that photo. Never.

Oh, how he wished it was you who helped him calm down after such a mission. 

Ghost could never imagine that his text message would bring the opposite outcome of what he intended – to scare the colonel away.

It only fed König's delusions. 

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⇝ chica linda .

Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: You give Alejandro a massage.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), NSFW !

A/N: blaming this all on @lucyisdoingfine because I have been thinking about Alejandro and Rudy for hours thanks to our conversations 😔 enjoy the actual word vomit that is fucking Alejandro on the couch <33

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

MASTERLIST.

Also on ao3!

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"Ay, mi amor."

The sounds that were leaving your husband were nothing short of graphic, his built body trembling beneath you as you worked on his muscles, trying your best to keep him from falling off the sofa every time his mind went numb.

"That good?"

"Si, Dios- yes." You watched him shove his head into the pillow, a shiver running down his spine as you put pressure on a specific point in his back. "Hng…"

"You're so fucking tense, Ale. It's ridiculous. Why're you so stressed?" You cooed, stopping momentarily to lean down and press a soft kiss to his name, smiling at the muffled moan that left his lips.

"You…"

"Me?" You replied, adjusting yourself on the seat you'd taken at the small of his back, resuming your work. "Do I stress you out?"

Alejandro screwed his eyes shut as he felt your hands continue to roam his sculpted back, the feeling of your plush thighs pressed against his waist enough to push him over the edge.

"You're sitting half naked on my back, nena… Of course you're stressing me out." He grumbled, a moan interrupting him as you pressed onto a knot between his shoulders.

"Oh?"

"Stressing me out that I can't just take you right now." You giggled at the desperation that filled his voice, finishing with the stress in his back and running your hands over the countless scars that littered his tan skin, letting yourself collapse on his back.

"You need to relax. I can take care of you." Your arms sneaked around his upper body, smuggling your face between his shoulder blades, peppering kisses over the rough skin. "Can't I, Ale?"

"Pero, mi vida-"

"Shh. You're always the one taking care of me, shouldn't I get to return the favour?" Your hands burrowed their way out from under him and started running down the sides of his torso, taking your time in feeling the toned muscles beneath your fingertips. "C'mon, turn around."

You lifted yourself off him so he could move underneath you, grunting until he was lying on his back, flushed face and darkened eyes meeting yours.

"Hi." You greeted with a coo, hand coming up to cup his face and run your thumb over the apple of his cheeks. "So handsome."

A sleazy grin pulled at Alejandro's lips, his ego getting stroked every time you gave him a compliment, especially during moments like these. "Ven pa'ca."

His hands gripped at your thighs as you sat yourself back down on his lap, leaning down to press your lips to his, your own hands grabbing at his shoulders and slowly making their way up to grab at his hair.

"Mi chica linda…" he murmured against your lips, grinding his crotch up onto your clothed cunt. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" You repeated softly as you pulled back, arching your back so you could mimic his movements and slowly rub yourself on the tent in his boxers, lying your head on one of his wide shoulders and gazing up at him, growing warm as he moved his head to stare at you through half lidded eyes.

"Mm, for taking care of me." He purred, hands landing on your ass and tugging at your underwear, snickering as he pulled at the elastic and let it snap back against your skin, slowly starting to pull them down as he ceased both your movements.

"You're my husband, Ale. Gotta make sure you're well taken care of." You raised your hips to make it easier for him to get rid of your panties, returning the favour by pulling his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out, mouth watering at the sight of it slapping against his tummy. "God, I always forget how big you are."

He chuckled, letting out a hiss as you took it in your hand, running it up and down and rubbing your thumb over the head as his thick pre started leaking out. "Need a reminder, nena?"

You rolled your eyes at his never ending cockiness, letting go of him and moving yourself to hover over him, both of you letting out a moan and groan respectively at the feeling of the head of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"Dios, come on." His fingers dug into your thighs as he tried to press you down, but a swift slap to his chest got him to snap out of it.

"Calm down…" you murmured, running your fingers through the coarse hair that littered his upper body. "Taking it slow, okay?"

You saw the frustration fill his face at the thought of having to wait even longer to have you sat on his cock, so you slowly started to push yourself down on him, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt every last inch of him pressing against your walls.

"Fuck, Ale!"

"Mírate, amor…" He breathed out with a groan, hand hitting the top of the sofa and gripping the fabric, keeping himself from just moving you both and absolutely wrecking you from behind like he always did.

"G-give me a second, Ale…" You whimpered, rolling your hips in order to adjust yourself to his size, your wetness dripping out and soaking his pubes and balls. "God, you feel so so good…"

"Con calma…" He whispered, hands caressing your thighs as he urged you to take it slowly, pressing himself up a bit to both help you take him and create some friction.

"I can do it…" You doubled over and arched your back so you could bounce up and down on his cock slowly, unlike all the past times Alejandro had gotten you to ride him as fast as you could, wrecking your insides and rendering you dumb.

"Yeah, there you go." He growled, hands helping you move along his cock, his hands gripping your love handles in hopes that that would ground him enough to keep himself from losing it. "Good girl, esa es."

God, you loved how perfect this angle felt, it let you feel every vein and ridge of his cock pressing against your walls, the head of his cock easily battering against your cervix every time you were pulled down.

"Hng! Got- Fuck, faster-" You whined to yourself as you started to feel that familiar knot forming in your tummy, legs shaking as you tried your best to go a bit faster, screwing your eyes shut in concentration.

"Need me to take over, amor?" Alejandro let out a breathless chuckle, slapping at your thigh to watch you tremble as you tried lifting yourself up.

You wanted to shake your head, to continue until you were both sweaty and cum-lax, but you knew that you didn't have as much stamina as he did to continue, lying yourself on his chest and nodding your head, mewling against his sweaty skin.

"Yes, please…"

You cried out as his open palm hit your ass this time, both of them grabbing at your cheeks and spreading them, using them as leverage to slam up into you the way he knew both of you liked, laughing out heartily as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Así? You like it?"

"Mhm, yes, god, yes! I love it, Ale!"

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room, the sounds that were leaving both of you nothing less than pornographic.

The feeling of your husband's cock wrecking your insides was amazing, tears filling your eyes as you felt the knot inside of you get ready to snap, the pleasure filling your body immeasurable to the point where your brain shut off.

"C'mon, mi amor. You can do it. Ya sabes, I'm not finishing before you." He cooed into your ear, peppering kisses over your sweaty face as drool pooled down onto his chest. "Ay, my dumb girl."

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you finally got pushed over the edge along with his dirty talk spoken in that beautiful voice of his, your cunt clenching around his cock and soaking it in your juices, most of them running pooling down onto the sofa and covering his balls.

"Carajo, you've soaked me, mi vida." He laughed, pressing your ass down onto him with one hand while the other tangled itself in your hair, moving your head up so you could slot your lips together, drool and spit being shared in a desperate kiss as you rode out your high and Alejandro continued slamming into you chasing his own.

"Where do you want it?" He moaned out as he let you go, holding your head in place so he could continue covering your face in sloppy messy kisses, your lipstick that had rubbed onto his lips staining your own face. "Dentro?"

"Inside!" You spluttered out, tears running down your cheeks as he groaned out, spilling into you with one final powerful thrust.

The feeling of his spend gushing into you was enough to make another orgasm run through your body, both of you clinging to each other as you enjoyed the warmth and pleasure you were sharing.

"Como te amo…" Alejandro sighed out as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping your arms around your waist and letting you cockwarm him until he deemed it enough. "Mi chica linda…"

Yours- Rodolfo, Alejandro, Philip NSFW

Based on a request:

absolutely obsessed with your writing! It's beautiful Feel free to ignore this ask, I just felt like sharing So F reader and the cod men (Alejandro, Rudy, Graves) it turns to something more 👀 It can be separate or all together

A/N: Went off on this one, sorry

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, foursome, f!ngering, unprotected!sex, enemy!reader, CNC?, anal!sex, blowjob, rough!sex, masochist!reader, degrading, spit roast, some aftercare, some praise

"Why don't you tell us," Graves tries to convince you. You sit there, arms tied behind your back, the three men who once were enemies now finding you as their common one. Rudy approaches you, cups your face and smirks, "If you don't tell us, we'll have other means to get the information." But you don't budge, no matter how bad they need the codes, you won't betray your own team. Alejandro chuckles and the two other men nod at the other.

You couldn't deny it, the way they looked at you, how their eyes undressed you, how in their minds they already had you drunk off their cum and begging for more, you wanted what they needed. Rudy looks at you, "Do you really want it that way?" It was as if he could read your mind, the dark twisted side of you that wanted to be treated like a whore and slapped around as they all fucked into you. Your aching pussy, clenching around their thick cocks, cum leaking from all of your holes, being greedy and asking for more.

"It's the only way you'll get them from me." you tease. Graves' knife cuts through the fabric of your shirt, leaving Rudy to take it off, the three men watch as their fuck toy watches them with desire. Alejandro, with one movement, removes your bra, making your tits move, earning a now visible boner from Rudy. "Alright, Vaqueros, let's show her how much we need those codes." Graves said as his hand rubbed his boner, owning a groan from his mouth. Alejandro kisses your neck, and he begins to grope you.

You can't stop it, not when you want it. Graves undoes your trousers, Rudy pulls them down to your knees, gives Alejandro a nod and gently reaches for your soaked knickers. You squirm but that only earns a slap from Graves. "You stay still like the bitch you are." His voice was smooth but filled with anger. You look up, Alejandro and Graves with a grin stare at you, Rudy already beginning to finger you, his thick fingers making you moan. Graves make sure your gaze stays on them. Soon, both men kiss your neck, one pulling onto your hair to give them better access to your sensitive skin. Bite marks and hickeys begin to show, just the show these horny men needed. A little sex slave.

Rudy parts your legs and begins to lick your inner thighs, his fingers still fucking into your cunt. Graves forces your mouth open and spits in your mouth, he then makes Alejandro spit in your mouth and they force you to swallow it. Between moans and pants, you beg for more, earning a slap from Alejandro. "You take what we fucking give you," he slaps you again, Graves spits on your face and spreads it all over your face with his palm. Your face is red from the slaps. Rudy looks up, a smirk on his face as he asks, "Give me the first number for the code, mi niña." You try to speak but three fingers go inside of you, your eyes shut and you moan, your walls clench around him. "F-fuck.,..its..f-four" you mewl and throw your head back.

He chuckles and stops fingering you, which causes you to whine and move your hips. "More...more" you whine and moan. "Didn't you hear, you take what we fuckin' give you?" Graves slaps you again. They immediately get you off the chair and get you on all fours, "Look up for me, Chula." Alejandro commands and you do so. "Another number?" Rudy asks and you close your eyes as you feel Graves tease the tip of his cock on your wet cunt. "S-...six." You say and it earns a slow kiss from Rudy. He then moves away and sits on the side as he watches his two friends fuck you dumb. Alejandro makes you spit on his thick cock and then begins to fuck your throat.

You gag on it, your drool leaking out of your mouth. Rudy stroking his hard cock, watching from the best view in the room. Graves begins to fuck into your tight pussy, your slick making it easier for him to slide deeper into you. His hands on your hips, an occasional slap on your ass, his calloused hands never being gentle on you. Alejandro grabbing your face, fucking your throat raw, leaving you gasping for air each time. Meanwhile, Rudy takes a picture of this moment, making sure he sends this to the other two men in the room. He chuckles and then walks to you, his cock in your hand as your stroke it. Your cheeks are red as Alejandro gives it a few slaps. Your back is covered in spit, Graves ramming himself to you, his balls hitting you in the right places. Your moans and whimpers are muffled by the drool and pre-cum from Vargas.

You gag once more as the cum from Alejandro fills your greedy mouth, his sticky seed leaking out of your mouth, his tip sensitive but he keeps rubbing it. Once he finds the perfect opportunity, Rudy sticks his cock inside your mouth, your throat ached but you didn't want to stop it. Graves continues thrusting into you. Anytime you gagged or clenched on either of the men, you made the room fill with groans and moans. Graves continues to fuck into your tight cunt, and soon your walls are painted white with his seed, he grips onto you, fingers digging into your hips, and he gives you some final and slow thrusts, earning moans and groans from Rudy. He was too overstimulated by the view and came too quick.

Alejandro takes a seat on the chair, he guides your cum drunk body towards him, his dick pressed against your ass, splitting you open. You couldn't make up many words but the sensations were good. Your pleasure was not important to them but theirs was. Graves wanted to fuck your throat like the other men did, so as you sat on Alejandro's dick, his tip was teased by your tongue. Rudy fingers your clit and then with you guiding him, his cock begins to slowly fuck your cunt.

Your tight ass made it a perfect place for Alejandro to cum, his hands on your hips, guiding you as you continued to get fucked senseless by the other men. You moan and cry in pleasure. Your tears ran down, Graves being a desperate man, he slaps you. "You better give us those codes, you fucking bitch."

Rudy kissed your cheeks, Graves dick makes a bulge on your face, and you stare at Rudy with pleading eyes. He cleans your tears and kisses your forehead. Your nails dig at Alejandro's thighs. You in that instant had your orgasm. Your moans and cries are all muffled by slaps and drool. Cum leaks from all of you as the men continue fucking into you. Your back arching and legs shaking.

Once they all paint your walls and mouth white, they let you lay back. Alejandro stroking your hair, Rudy cleaning the mess between your thighs, which you squirm a lot from. Graves leaves kisses on your face, "Now, give us those codes, pretty girl." His hands caress your face, and Rudy massages your thighs.

Soon Graves and Alejandro leave the room, leaving you to Rudy. You laid your head on his lap, he stroked your hair and kissed your cheek. "Please, mi niña, please give me those codes." He grabbed your hand and from your fingers to your shoulder he kissed you. "You took all three of us so well, I'm sure if you give us those codes you'll get more." He murmurs and smiles softly. "They are in the...pocket of my trousers," you whisper back, to which he gives you a lukewarm bottle of water. "Here, please don't talk much, don't want you to loose that pretty voice of yours." He keeps stroking your hair as you lay there.

A/N: My head is too fucked to write a good ending...

Hot. (Alejandro X Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, Alejandro being a fucking animal 😫, (sorry if I missed any)

Summary: Reader is down bad for Alejandro

This is not proofread I’m at work and don’t have time just yet XD

Alejandro is skilled. Quiet, a great shot, can fight incredibly well. He works really well under pressure despite having a bad temper. He’s caring, he’s loving. He takes care of his soldiers. He’s got everything going for him.

Sometimes, he’s aggressive. On occasion he’ll let his emotions get the best of him, but something you noticed pretty quickly, was that he was like a caged animal when he was angry. You were apart of Task Force 141, working alongside Alejandro when Los Vaqueros met up with 141. You took a liking to him right away. Loving how kind he was. You met him, shook his hand. And melted right into his touch. Your closer friends in 141 noticed how different you acted around him and caught on pretty quickly. Teasing you for your crush on the Colonel. You did your best to ignore them. After the fight with Hassan was over, a few of you decided to stay around. Helping Alejandro rebuild his base. Raising money, getting donations for machinery. Everything.

It took a while for the massive base to be fully rebuilt, but when it was, it was stunning. A masterpiece. After it was built, Alejandro asked everyone from 141 to stay. Help in the fight. A couple agreed, a couple went him. You obviously agreed to stay. You fell in love with the place and the people here. Not just because they had a very appealing leader, but because you got along with them. Of course, if Captain Price needed your assistance at all, you’d be on the first flight out of there. But for now, you were going to spend your time there. You got along with Rudy very well, even met his children and wife. She was beautiful and nice. An amazing cook.

Alejandro took a liking to you right away. Not only are you a good soldier, but you follow orders like no one he’s ever seen. You work your ass off, always have a positive attitude, and you’re an amazing addition to his team. After a few months of you on base, he gets used to you being around. He especially likes that you soothe his newest recruits after he lashes out at them. He had heard around base that you did your best to calm them down, become a peacemaker. He didn’t know it until he heard it for himself.

He had gotten a little aggressive with a new recruit for falling asleep on watch. He was probably a little more harsh than he needed to be, but he was on edge lately. He was on his way to find the recruit when he spotted you approaching him already. He was sitting in the mess hall at one of the round tables. “Hey. It’s okay.” You smile, passing him one of your MRE’s. “I’m not going to eat it, you take it.” You smile. “I know it’s tough getting yelled at like that, but I hope you know the reason he does it.” You sigh, sitting down next to him. He looks up at you, clearly upset still. “He doesn’t make strong soldiers by being soft, you know? You’re his brother now, you work alongside him. He doesn’t want to see you die, and if that means he has to be tough on you, it just does.” He nods his head. You lay your hand over stop of his. “He doesn’t hate you, he probably thinks you’re a good soldier. He just doesn’t want to lose any of his brothers or sisters. None of us do.” He nods his head. “That one has Vanilla pound cake in it. It’s really good.” You smile. Patting him on the back as you go to walk away. He grasps your hand, stopping you. “Gracias, I appreciate your kindness señorita.” He mumbles. You smile at him. “comer hasta” is the last thing you say before walking away.

After hearing that, Alejandro pays a little more attention to you. Your kindness knows no bounds. You have no enemies on base. You are kind and friendly to everyone. Alejandro likes it. You get called into his office and immediately drop what you’re doing. Making your way for his office. You send him a smile when you walk inside. He motions for you to sit down in front of his desk. You jump slightly when he throws an MRE on top of it. You narrow your eyes looking up at him, confused. “Heard you talking to the new recruit.” He smiles. Your eyes widen slightly. “Oh.. uh. I’m really sorry, I know I shouldn’t have overstepped I just-“

Him laughing cuts you off. You freeze up, body going rigid. “Relax Cariño.” He smiles. He leans back against his desk, resting his hands back on it. You relax slightly. “I think what you’re telling them is very kind. You make me seem like less of a dick to them. Te admiro.” He smiles. “Oh uh.. thank you.” You blush. “You’re a valuable asset to me.” He smiles. You look down at your hands, cheeks very red. He notices the way you’re responding to him. It’s like he’s caught you off guard. “Thank you sir. I appreciate it.” You smile. “Keep it up, and here.” He passes you the MRE. “For the one you gave away.” He smiles. “Thank you.” You smile.

—

Alejandro really liked you, not in a romantic way. But you were just one of his favorite soldiers.

He hasn’t looked at a woman in a romantic way in a long time, he liked to keep himself away from all of that. No feelings he’s ever had were ever strong enough to stick. None of them were strong enough to last while he worked. His parents always harassed him, wondering when he was going to have kids. He always shrugged them off, saying it would happen eventually.

He’s exhausted. It’s close to one in the morning. He’s just finished up all of the paperwork he’d fallen behind on overtime. He decided to stay up late and take the next day off since he was up late. He’s passing by the men’s and women’s showers, trying to make sure everything is okay and in order. Everyone should be asleep. He hears a moan come from the women’s showers, eyebrows furrowing. He had a strict rule when it came to his base. No relations with anyone on base at all. He knows he shouldn’t barge in, but it’s late and he just wants to go to his room. He opens the door, closing it behind him. He can hear a shower going, clearly an attempt to conceal any noises. When he steps up, he can see the naked form of someone, as he inches closer, he sees that it’s you. But to his surprise, there’s no one else with you. You’ve got a hand clamped down around your mouth, fingers knuckle deep inside of yourself as you pump them in and out. You’re soaking wet from the water running over you, and Alejandro is frozen. He can’t tear his eyes away from you. His body is frozen, eyes drinking in every inch of you. He can feel himself hardening in his cargo pants, breathing out. You tilt your head back, crying out into your hand. It’s clear that you’ve just reached your high. Alejandro snaps himself out of his daze, quickly going for the door before you turn the shower off and hear him.

You finish your shower, redressing yourself and making your way out. You don’t expect anyone else to be out at this hour, it’s passed curfew anyways. You’re ringing your hair out with a towel when you open the door, almost running right into the last person you want to see. A gasp leaves your lips and he crosses his arms. “It’s late.” He mumbles. “I.. I couldn’t sleep so I wanted to take a shower to.. relax.” You swallow hard. He takes a step toward you, and you step back. Your back hitting the wall as he moves in closer. “Don’t disobey the rules, Cariño. You don’t want to see me angry.” He mumbles. His face is only a few inches from yours. You nod your head. “Y-yes sir.” You swallow hard. With that, he spins around, walking away from you. Had he heard you? That one moan you accidentally let out, it was loud. Maybe he heard it. You pray he hadn’t.

You quickly rush to the women’s barracks, ready to forget what just happened.

Alejandro is struggling when finally gets into his room. He didn’t see you like that, so what was he feeling? Was he really this touch starved? He palms himself through his pants, wincing uncomfortably. He wanted to fix this problem, but he didn’t have the patience for it. It was always so hard to finish. He’d given up on it completely. It usually would just go away in its own, but this time. He just couldn’t help it. Tugging his cargo pants down his legs, he started pumping himself in his hand, feeling more sensitive than usual. Maybe there was something with you that brought something out of him.

—

You wanted to open up to a few of your friends on base about what had happened, but didn’t want to embarrass yourself any more than you already had. You were embarrassed for the entire day afterward, thankful you hadn’t seen him for most of the day. Not until later anyways.

You’re helping a few new recruits train, and after a mishap with a target, he was going off on one of them. Being more aggressive than he needed to be. You set your gun down, stepping in front of the recruit. “This is not your place.” He breathes. “I approved it, if you’re going to be mad at anyone be mad at me.” He’s still angry. You dismiss the recruit, which pisses him off even further. “You do not have the authority. Do not step on my toes.” He growls. You stare at him, face completely emotionless as you stare at him. “Like I said, I approved it. If you want to be mad, be mad at me.” He grits his teeth, hard. “My office. Now.” He growls. He begins walking and you follow after him, having someone else take over for you. He opens his office door and you step inside, closing it behind you. “You do not undermine me. Do you understand?” He breathes. “Yes sir.” You look up at him. “I hope you’re not just covering for them.”

“I’m not a liar.”

A snort leaves his lips. Making you look at him in confusion. “If you’re not a liar tell me what you were doing in the showers last night.” He crosses his arms. Your eyes widen. “I couldn’t sleep so I was trying to relax.” He doesn’t miss the way that you avoid eye contact with him. He takes a deep breath, walking around the desk. His mind is going crazy. He hasn’t had feelings like this for a very long time. Not for years. His cock is hard, and he’s already got beads of sweat forming at his hairline. He closes his eyes for a second. “You know, for how big this place is, gossip spreads fast.” He leans up against his desk. You look nervous and confused. “I know about your little crush on me, have for some time now.”

You look down, avoiding his strong gaze.

He grits his teeth, stepping forward. Lifting your chin to look at him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” You whimper at his touch, your eyes want to flutter closed but you force them open. “What’s gotten into you hm? You’re always such a good girl and now? Chica mala.” He mumbles. You swallow hard. “I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I- I do have a crush on you.” You breathe out. Voice is unsteady and desperate. “But I can stay away, I know that nothing will ever come of it.” He’s still got a tight grip on your chin. “I’m sorry that I broke your rules Colonel, I promise it won’t happen again.” You’re looking up at him. So desperate to please him. “You can make it up to me, hermosa.” He breathes. “Okay, I’ll do anything.” You nod your head lightly and he leans against the back of your chair, grasping your hand and lifting it enough. He rests your hand on the front of his cargo pants. Holding it there by pressing the palm of his hand against the back of yours. Your eyes widen and you look away from him to see what he’s doing. You gulp, and he smiles at this. “Go on.” He mumbles. You take a deep breath and he draws his hand away. Relieved when you keep yours on him. You’ve never done anything like this before. Nerves shot through you. You start palming him, earning a groan from him. He rocks his hips into your hand, desperate for your touch. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.” He groans. He lifts his shirt slightly, giving you a view of his lower stomach. His pants sat low on him, showing off the v-line leading down to his cock. He brushes over your bottom lip with his left hand, his right still resting on the arm of the chair.

He pushes his thumb between your lips, and you open your mouth so that he can push it in further. Sucking down on it. Dribbles of your drool drip off of his thumb onto your chin. “Fuck- on your knees soldier.” He breathes. You obey immediately and he leans back against his desk, holding onto it. “Show me what a good girl you are.” He mumbles. You move forward, looking up at him as you reach for his belt. You slide the leather through the metal piece, pulling it back. Once you’ve got it unbuckled, his cargo pants are next. You unbutton them, unzipping them. You tug them down his thighs just enough. You grasp his boxers, pulling them down and freeing his hard cock. He’s much larger than you expected. You pump him a couple times before leaning forward, taking the tip into your mouth. Sucking gently at it. His thighs weaken and he clutches the desk for dear life. “Si como esa bebe” he gasps. “Fucking good girl.” He moans. You take him down further, starting to hollow your cheeks, sucking harder and harder until the suction sounds are lewd. He watches you take him down. “Look at me.” He breathes.

Your eyes flickering up to him, staring up at him through your eyelashes. He’s lucky he doesn’t bust right there. “You going to be a good girl?” He asks. Running his fingers over your bulged cheek. Mouth so full of him. He smirks. You’re completely at his mercy, not even hesitating to please him. You moan around him, clearly agreeing. “I’ll teach you baby. Show you why you shouldn’t disobey me.” He breathes. You moan around him again. He tilts his head back, swallowing hard. You’re already getting him close. So close. He wraps a hand in your hair, forcing you down into him further. He forces you down as far as you can take him, eyes rolling back as you swallow around him. You start to turn red from him cutting off your oxygen. “You’re mine. I control you. I’ll tell you when you can fucking breathe.” He growls. Holding you still until your eyes start to flutter closed. He finally lets you go and you slide completely off of him, gasping for air. He chuckles at you.

“Tan patética.”

He grasps your arm, pulling you up no problem. He grasps your thighs, lifting you up onto his desk. The way that he man handles you has your cheeks flushing. He grasps your pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down your legs, spotting panties that definitely weren’t proper military apparel. “Bad girl.” He smirks. They’re red lacy panties. You’re thankful you wore them. He grasps the hem of them, pulling them down your thighs. “Not exactly military approved baby.” He chuckles. “Have to wear something that makes me feel like a woman.” You blush. He smiles. “I can make you feel like a woman, no panties needed.” He smirks. You tilt your head back, blushing hard. He laughs, knowing that he’s gotten to you. He pushes your shirt up over your hips, pushing you back further onto his desk. He breathes. Licking his lips. He lowers himself, rubbing his thumb over your clit. “Bonita coño” he moans, lowering his face into you. You gasp when you feel his tongue, clutching hard at the edge of his desk “You’re going to be my good girl, yeah?” He moans into you. Tongue flicking back and fourth over your pussy. “Yes- yes sir!” You pant. He smiles into you, looking up at you. You’ve got your head tilted back. Lips parted. He sucks at your clit, swirling his tongue over you. He knows he’s good at this, it’s one thing he really enjoyed doing. You taste so sweet, and he could spend hours with his face buried between your thighs. A mewl leaves your lips, and he can tell by the way your clit is starting to throb that you’re getting close. He holds your thighs tightly. You’re panting hard, trying to clamp your thighs shut. “Keep your legs open.” He growls. “I, I can’t. I’m sorry-“ you whimper. “It’s so much.” You sob. He growls, pinning your hips to the desk and holding onto your thighs tightly. He keeps up his abuse on your clit and you cry out, louder than you intend to. Your hips buck up, and you try to close your legs but he keeps them open. Riding out your high on his tongue.

“Are you a virgin?” He asks. You shake your head. “Good. I don’t have to be gentle.” He adjusts himself, lining his cock up with your opening and sinking himself inside of you. He’s gripping your ankles as he starts to thrust himself inside of you. The air leaves your lungs, gasping in a breath as he starts to fuck you. Your eyes fill with tears at the overstimulation. They stream down your face and you’re moaning out, squirming around beneath him. “Quédate quieta, niña patética” he growls. He slides out of you, growing frustrated. He’s horny and he’s desperate to cum. He lifts you up, flipping you around so that you’re on your hands and knees. He pulls you back by your hips until you’re right on the edge of the desk. He holds your hips as he slides himself into you again. Groaning out. He rests his hands on your ankles once more, clutching onto you as he starts to thrust into you. The way that you feel so tightly wrapped around him, it’s almost too much. He can’t remember the last time he’s had sex. His high is approaching pathetically fast. He grasps your hips, thrusting faster. He needs to get you to another high.

If there’s one thing about Alejandro, he always takes care of his women. The desk is usually sturdy, but it slides against the floor with each hard thrust he takes, and he prays that nobody walks by and hears what’s going on behind his door. Their Colonel breaking his own rules by fucking you on his desk. You’re panting hard, moaning out for him. You can’t see his face but he’s smirking. You’re at his complete mercy. “Feels better than your fingers right baby? I saw you. Saw you with you fingers knuckle deep in this little pussy. So desperate to cum. I bet you feel so much better than that hm?” He smiles. You nod your head. “Yes-“ a gasp leaves your lips when he slaps your ass. “It feels so good.” You cry. You feel so full, something you weren’t used to. He grasps hold of your hair pulling you back into him. His lips right at your ear, his other hand wrapping around your stomach. He moves it lower to rub circles at your clit, feeling you start to squirm. He attacks your neck with his mouth, until you’re moaning louder. “Such a good fucking girl.” He moans. “Thank me.” He smirks. “I’m fucking you, making you feel so good even though you disobeyed me. I’m making your dreams come true even when you don’t deserve it. Fucking agradeceme.” A gasp leaves your lips, you’re right on the edge. “Thank you Colonel. I don’t deserve it, I know I don’t, thank you, thank you!” You’re chanting it. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, hips hammering into yours. You’re right on the edge. You grasp his built arms, holding onto him. “Alejandro- I’m going to cum!” You cry. He can feel your tears dripping off of your chin onto his arms and he smiles. “Beg me for it baby. Demuéstrame que te lo mereces.” He resumes attacking your neck, smiling when you reach your own hand down to rub circles on your sensitive nub. “Please make me cum-“ you gasp. “Please let me cum- please- I’ll be a good girl. I won’t disobey you again- I’m yours- all yours.”

His lips are right next to your ear. His deep voice rattles your brain. “Fucking cum for me.”

Another sob leaves your lips and he covers your mouth with his hand to conceal the moans that leave them. You relax forward, sobbing into his hand. His hips stutter as he reaches his own high, filling you to the hilt with his own orgasm. Holding your hips against his. Trying to keep his filth inside of you for as long as possible. You’re breathing hard, thighs shaking violently from how rough he’s been. He’s panting hard. Leaving kisses behind your ear. He wraps his hands around your stomach again, hugging you from behind. He slides himself out of you, pressing his forehead to the middle of your back, hissing as he slides out of you. “Fuck.. I’m sorry if I was too rough.” He breathes. “No.. no. It.. was amazing.” You breathe. Cheeks burning bright. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Going to get me into trouble.” He chuckles. You giggle, the sound makes his heart thump in his chest. “Did.. did you see me last night?” You ask. He moves you until you’re sitting on the edge of his desk and he’s moved between your thighs. “By accident. I heard.. a cry. So I went inside to check on whoever it was. It was late, I didn’t think..” he breathes. “I saw you. Couldn’t tear my fucking eyes off of you.” He chuckles. He lifts your chin, leaning down. He presses his lips to yours, feeling your body tense up. You really like him. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed and he can tell you’re in a daze. His touch sends you right into a subspace and he can’t help but chuckle at you.

He helps you down from his desk, chuckling when your knees buckle under you. He holds you up until you steady yourself. “Take the rest of the day off, go rest. I’ll go make sure everyone at the range is good.” He glides a hand over your thigh. “These are mine, by the way.” He snags your panties.

—

The next day, he’s following Rudy to his office. “Where are they?” He asks. “Top drawer.” Alejandro nods to his desk. He’s waiting in the doorway for Rudy to pick up the paperwork. His eyes widen when he remembers. “Rudy wait!” He yelps. But it’s too late, Rudy has already opened the drawer, eyes widening as he pinches the fabric between his fingers, lifting it up. “Colonel. Breaking your own rules I see.”

“Put it down and let’s go.” He groans. Rudy shoves them to the side, picking up the stack of paperwork. He chuckles as he follows Alejandro out into the hallway. “Who is it?” Rudy asks, just as you happen to pass by, avoiding eye contact with Alejandro like it’s the plague. Cheeks brightening a little bit as you pass by. Rudy glances behind himself at you. “Never mind.” He nudges Alejandro with his elbow. Alejandro is blushing, giving Rudy a shove. “Better quit before I give you 50 push ups, hermano.” He laughs. “She’s real pretty. Got a nice body. Maybe you should pursue it.” Rudy shrugs. “I’m going to.” Alejandro mumbles. “Now leave me alone.” He laughs.

“Not a chance.”

biker!Ghost 2 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5 , 4

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄 | 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐱 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠) 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑

Summary: A heated confrontation between Ghost and König occurs just before the takeoff. The colonel tests the boundries of sanity and good taste, when he finds Ghost on a battlefield alone. Displayed for him to take down with a single pull of the trigger.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

A/N: Apologise for the delay as I mentioned I was on vacations and now I'm trying to catch up with the requests. Thanks for your patience! ( ˘ ³˘) Y/C ━ Your Codename Poorly translated German ━ correct me if needed!

Warnings: reader is eastern european coded, desc. of blood/injuries/unalive bodies, smut (very brief desc., slow and gentle sex, p in v, voyeurism)

Word count: 3.7k

YALL I RAN OUT OF KONIG'S GIFS WHAT THE HECK

The armory was bursting at the seams, when many KorTac soldiers came in and out, preparing for the upcoming takeoff. The racks usually filled with rifles were emptied, gear sets laying on the shelfs mostly gone. 

The tall figure of the lieutenant obscured the privates dressed all in black. The yellow light dangling from the ceiling casted a shadow inside of the skull’s eye sockets. Black irises merged with the pupils of his eyes.

Ghost hadn’t put his vest nor the gun holster on yet. He left the room in which he and his lover slept in, then headed straight to the magazine. The man needed to clean his gun and sharpen the knives before the departure. It was a part of his routine, almost becoming a ritual of sorts. A brilliant soldier.

Ghost walked into the narrow alley. To his dismay there was already another person sitting on the metal bench against the wall. But not just simply another person, no. It was him, the king.

König sat with his legs spread open, casually. An assault rifle was held firmly, when his opposite hand cleaned the barrel precisely and slowly. The colonel wasn’t in a rush. Ghost could feel the man's cold, blue eyes following him until the Britishman stopped near one of the shelves with gear. 

Simon took a gun holster in his hand and swiftly wrapped it around his massive thigh. With a quick movement, he secured the strap, before moving to putting on a tactical vest. Everything went according to Ghost’s liking, the cocky Austrian man kept his mouth shut. 

Until he didn’t.

━ Your medic is a treasure, leutnant [ger.: lieutenant]. Would kill to have one this skilled on my team. And equally pretty too. ━ König chuckled under his black hood, his shoulders slightly shaking. Some would say it was a nervous laugh, but Ghost’s experience told him it was not. The colonel had a filthy mouth, that’s all. 

A silence followed his blunt provocations as Ghost kept adjusting the vest’s straps over his jacket. Simon Riley was not easy to provoke with such jokes. However, his mannerism exposed his annoyance a little too much. 

━ You know ━ the colonel continued pushing Simon’s buttons, checking his boundaries. Especially those regarding his girlfriend ━ you should be more careful with spreading such vulnerable pictures like the one you sent me yesterday. 

━ Thought I made it clear she’s off your limits, no? 

The tone of Ghost’s voice was firm and almost menacing, when he reloaded the handgun and put it into the holster. 

━  Nicht wirklich [ger.: Not really] ━ König set aside prepared rifle and leaned over his own thighs, one forearm resting upon his lap. ━ Besides, isn’t your little union… ━ he paused, searching for a descriptive word, circling his wrist in the air ━ prohibited? It would be a pity to destroy a career in the army, ja? 

━ Are you threatening us? 

━ Do you feel threatened?

Ghost turned around to face the cocky bastard, now standing to his full height. Even then, the man with a skull mask kept his emotions in check. He knew better.

━ No.

━ Then it’s clear. ━ The colonel of KorTac said in a calm manner, grabbing the rifle, before slowly heading towards the armory’s exit. He didn’t turn around, not once. ━ I’m actually looking for more of those pictures. 

With a steady pace König left the room, leaving the lieutenant behind. Alone this time. 

The sound of clamped gloves could be heard, man’s veins on his palm popped out. Ghost gritted his teeth silently, trying to ignore that bloody moron. Lieutenant knew perfectly well that you were his. Only Simon could touch you, kiss you, protect you. But something about the Austrian man not giving up made him annoyed. 

Especially because he was just fucking around with Simon, pushing him, testing his limits, joking about his girl. 

It was you. You were Ghost’s weak point and König abused that recognition. 

The knowledge that if the mission went smoothly, the Task Force would pack up and move was reassuring. So therefore Ghost would do everything in his power to make it happen. He wanted to leave Austria as soon as possible. 

Not so long after the encounter in the magazine, the two cooperative groups were loading into the off-road, military cars resembling a van. They were really spacious. 

When Ghost left the building of KorTac base and his eyes got used to the sunlight, he managed to locate you near one of the vans alongside… well, Colonel König. You were casually talking with him. 

Gaz couldn’t go with you this time, even though he insisted he would be fine, he just got a little burnt here and there, that’s all. But Captain Price wasn’t having it and gave Kyle Garrick an order to stay in the hospital wing for that day. 

You didn’t like the sight of fresh wounds forming on Gaz’s skin – burns were quite serious injuries, even blisters popping out. Perhaps the scars were not life threatening and won’t stay forever, but he had to give it a rest. He would heal eventually. 

The lieutenant would rather have Gaz or Soap jumping around you than this stubborn Austrian man, who happened to behave or think… quite indecent. 

Simon Riley knew how some men are and it wasn’t really hard to deduce what kind of man König was. If he only got the chance, he would lay his sticky hands all over you. Ghost couldn’t let it happen. 

By the time the man with the skull mask approached the vehicle, you were already sitting on the bench next to him. God, why were you so casual about the colonel? The Britishman’s blood was on the edge of boiling.

“Fuckin’ hell”, he thought to himself. 

━ How’s your leg, sir? ━ You asked, continuing a chit chat. All of the memories of last night’s ambush came back, your body shuffling in one place, trying to adjust in a tight space of the van. 

━ Wunderbar [ger.: Wonderful]. Such skillful hands make wonders, Y/C. 

The Austrian man was towering over you even in the sitting position. He was indeed a giant. König’s legs were far too close to yours, trying to to rub against Riley’s girlfriend. 

That motherfucker was bold. 

With a loud thud of his steps Ghost got in the van and walked all the way to the talking duet. He forced his way between the colonel and his teammate. Ghost sat letting out a loud sigh.

━ Thought you’re stayin’ with Gaz. ━ The grumpy lieutenant said, his dark eyes looking directly at you, completely ignoring the presence of a man on his right. 

At this time, Simon felt an urge to place his gloved hand over your thigh – to feel your flesh, your heat, just that you’re real and his. A simple act of tenderness that he had to suppress. For now. 

━ Negative. Captain’s orders.

You explained to Ghost that you were not supposed to go into the battlefield that day. Well, not directly at least. Every pair of medic hands would be useful after the mission has ended. The KorTac and Task Force had a stronghold to conquer. It was a tough one. 

Tougher than they estimated at the very beginning. 

And even though some would feel anxious with taking their loved ones to such dangerous places, Ghost knew you could handle it. You were a tough woman after all, not some fragile porcelain doll. 

━ How copy?

One of his colleagues’ voices resounded from the radio on his broad shoulder.

━ Almost there. 

König moved swiftly, yet quietly along the staircase leading to the rooftop. He heard clearly the sounds of machine guns and the yelping of dying soldiers nearby. The colonel moved smoothly in the darkness of the night, his black hood blending within the surroundings. 

He was so intoxicated with the smell of gore, he didn’t even feel the pulsating pain, radiating from his freshly sewed wound. A little reminder of someone. 

When he leaned over the corner of the hallway, he managed to take down three of the enemy's troopers, putting holes in their vulnerable necks, blood splashing around. König acted fast and effectively. 

The Austrian man finally reached the rooftop and noticed the laid out sniper’s rifle and a bloodied corpse near the station. It looked like someone took the previous sniper by surprise and ended his miserable life.  

Man with a covered face clicked with his tongue, disappointed. König made sure the area was safe for him to take the position, checking the other rooftops. He set aside his own rifle and laid down on the gravel ground. 

━ In a position. Any other problems? ━ The colonel checked in the radio channel, waiting for the soldier’s confirmation. 

━ No, sir. 

━ Gut [ger.: Good]. Over and out. 

König crawled closer over the rough texture beneath him and positioned himself near the rifle’s scope (and the still warm corpse). He had a perfect observing spot for the whole accommodation. 

Turning the weapon gently he took a look over the main building’s third floor – he saw KorTac soldiers making their way to the ground floor after checking for the potential hiding spots of their enemy.

All of the shootings were dying out. 

Then, moving to the smaller structure nearby, König noticed Captain Price securing the target in one of the rooms. Few seconds later an announcement echoed in his earpiece, breaking the short lasting silence.

━ This is Bravo 0-6, target secured. I repeat, target secured. 

━ Kinderspiel [ger.: Piece of cake]. ━ Colonel smirked under his hood.

He decided to stay at the sniper’s position for a little longer, making sure that the area was safe to move around with a captured target. König moved the rifle’s scope towards the courtyard in the middle of the buildings. For a moment he couldn’t believe he was so lucky. 

There he was – a ghost surrounded by the enemy, cornered at the square. All alone.

König pointed the cross to the man’s chest. If only the Austrian soldier pulled the trigger on the sniper rifle, he would eliminate the obstacle standing between him and his latest obsession. 

But was he actually capable of doing it? 

The thought alone of you crying in König’s arms, mourning your lover, sent shivers down his spine. His heart skipped a beat and his blood ran cold. Could he really make you suffer this much? At the end of the day, he was a heartless executioner. 

The colonel inhaled through his teeth, trying not to move in the slightest and cleared his head. He pointed the rifle at his current target and held his breath in. 

Steady. 

In a matter of seconds, everything went so silent, he was able to hear the owl in the nearest forest. 

Until there was a gunshot, scaring the birds away from the tree crowns. König pulled the trigger. And then another time.

The hired mercenary incoming from Ghost’s left collapsed onto the tile floor with a thud. 

The colonel shifted the aim and hit the other two men coming out from the building, securing a lieutenant of TF 141. He observed through the little glass piece, how Ghost stabbed his opponent with a knife and then swiftly turned around to throw another one to the enemy guard.

When the area was cleansed, König swore that for a brief moment Ghost soul-consuming eyes were locked on him. Or at the sniper position at least.

He knew.

Needless to say, the man with a black hood liked to poke the bear with a stick, curiously waiting to find out – what would the bear do. Because at the end of the day, there was no one that could defeat the king. 

Was he a depraved, rotten to the bone’s marrow person? No, natürlich [ger.: naturally]. A little twisted, but not a psychopath. Therefore he could not damage nor terminate the lieutenant from Great Britain. As far as his weird fascination with you went, he would not want to make you suffer by murdering your lover, ja?

When all of the enemies were gone (one way or another – by greeting the reaper or running away) the team gathered in the meeting point, a few klicks away from the fortress they just stormed. A couple of helos landed on the forest grounds.

From one of which you walked out.

━ Everyone in one piece? ━ You jokingly said, acknowledging most of the team being unharmed. 

━ Apart from the Austrian bastards bitin’ the dust, we’re more than good. ━ Price told you, placing one of him palms over your shoulder. Only then he noticed the presence of KorTac colonel and apologized quickly. ━ No offense.

━ None taken, Captain. What is important is that we’ve a target in custody. Gute arbeit. 

König slowly moved past the three Task Force operators and went inside of the helicopter. Side by side with other KorTac soldiers. One in particular patted the colonel's back. The operator had a patch with callsign “Horangi”. 

They seemed to be good friends. 

━ The fuck he just said? ━ Ghost seemed to be a bit offended that he didn’t understand what König said in his native language. 

━ Good job. ━ You explained, eyes following the gigantic man who taught you this phrase. 

The voyages by helos were definitely not your favorite. Sudden changes of pressure, turbulence and the dim lighting – it all made you so sleepy. Normally, if the flight was less crowded, you’d lay your head on Ghost’s shoulder and let yourself slightly drift off. 

Hilariously not professional of you, but hey – since childhood you were able to fall asleep almost everywhere: in a bus, standing, half sitting, on bloody weddings even. And then, when woken up, you immediately came back “to the living”. 

Thank God the flight back to the base wasn’t long and you didn’t take a nap in front of so many professionals.

Although not many soldiers needed medical attention, you went straight to the infirmary, while rolling the sleeves of your shirt up. Most of them needed to get their scratches cleaned. A piece of cake, right?

Well, not so easy nor calming with hyped up Gaz talking all the time behind your shoulder, playfully asking about the operation. The pain relieving medication was still in his bloodstream, providing him with too much energy. Really, he should have been asleep by now.

“Gosh, did they inject him with dosage for a horse?”, you wondered. 

Normally, you liked him talking. You were a good listener and Kyle could talk to you for hours as you sat there in silence, taking every story he came up with. 

But sometimes, after the long lasting missions you needed to clear your head. To ease the constantly running thoughts and just… calm down. And today was that day. You needed silence, but didn’t have enough resolution to tell your teammate to politely shut up. 

So he kept bothering you, while you took care of the soldiers.

Captain was on a call with Laswell and Shepherd, meanwhile Ghost put the captured target in confinement. At least until the Golden Eagle decides what to do next with the man responsible for the latest terrorism in Austria. 

Task Force 141 job was done, all that was left were formalities. 

When you finally left the infirmary’s cleaned station and said your goodnights with Gaz, you returned to the room you and Ghost were sleeping in. Well, technically it was his room, but no one dared to check if the lieutenant was sleeping there alone. 

It was still better than sleeping in barracks. 

You weren’t surprised when you found the dormitory empty with no trace of your boyfriend there. He had to be busy. The vision of a warm shower was tempting, especially that probably most if not all of the other operatives were sleeping soundly by now. 

You left everything that wasn’t necessary in “the dorm” and headed through the narrow hallways, your mind already imagining the streams of clear water running down your skin. 

But the lit lamp in the common room on your right caught your attention. There shouldn’t be anyone there by this time.

You took a curious look through the door frame and saw the bulky man hunched over the paper splayed on the table.

━ Simon? What are you doing? ━ A simple question left your mouth as you entered the small room and left the doors slightly opened. Not on purpose, of course. It was a habit. A bad one. 

━ Price dozed off after the call. Someone has to fill those papers. Fuckin’ ol’ man. 

Ghost smirked under his balaclava and solid mask, when he stood up from the chair and moved towards his girlfriend. The two of you met halfway. 

━ And he can’t do this in the morning?

━ We’re leavin’ by then ━ he stepped closer, his figure towering over you. By now, the lieutenant has taken off his gear too. When he placed his palms on your hips, a quiet laugh slipped through your lips. ━ What’s so funny? 

━ You’re kind of old too.

━ Yeah? You think so? ━ Ghost teased you softly, before rapidly grabbing a firm hold onto your thighs, his bare hand squeezing the flesh just under your ass. Only a thin layer of clothes separated his coarse digits and your smooth skin. 

With a quick lift, he hoisted you over his hips and came closer to the wall behind you. When your body was squeezed between your lieutenant and the wall, you caressed Ghost’s biceps and shoulders, soothing his muscles after a long day. 

━ You think an ol’ man can do this? 

He asked you, before burying his now exposed jaw into your neck, placing light kisses. Ghost’s movements followed the tendon up, licking a stripe with his warm tongue from time to time. 

━ Fuck, Simon… ━ You practically whimpered, when he latched onto sweet spot on your neck. ━ Not here.

━ We’re alone, they’re all sleepin’, luv ━ Simon tried to reassure you, starting to work on undoing your zipper and button. ━ Come on, you’re so fuckin’ tensed. 

He let you slide down the wall to stand by your own strength, it was easier to slip your trousers down this way. 

That night you let him do all the work. Not like you had much to do, he was just faster than you. Eager, longing for intimacy. 

Ghost slid down the hem of your trousers and underwear down, just a little and lifted you up by the wall again. But this time, you could clearly feel his hardening member underneath your own crotch.

Your cheeks were flustered and heart pounding fast. The closeness with Simon Riley made you excited every time you were this exposed to each other.   

His hand sneaked down to release himself from his confinements, brown eyes kept on you and your beautiful features. Always. 

Ghost’s left hand was grippind the plush of your thigh firmly, almost like he was holding onto his own dear life. Meanwhile, while Simon was unbuckling his belt and cargo pants, you snuck the hand under the black balaclava and brushed through his blonde hair. The tough man groaned into your face. He fucking loved when you played with his hair.

And vice versa. 

You smacked your lips against his scarred ones, moments before he finally pushed himself into you, causing his precious girlfriend to moan straight into his mouth. 

A sudden wave of heat overflowed your muscles, making you almost limp in his hold. Your arms entangled around his shoulders, when he kept rocking you upwards. 

Ghost held you firmly by your thighs wrapped around his waist, bucking his hips into you in a steady rhythm. He wasn’t rushing anywhere, the lieutenant had a fucking eternity if needed to spend with you. 

The pleasant feeling of your body around him and the sound of your voice was all he needed after such an intense mission. It was the best type of treatment for his wounds – the physical and emotional ones. He knew this from the experience. 

You were his remedy. The cure.

━ Oh, Simon ━ you sweetly muttered, resting your burning hot cheek against his broad shoulder. ━ Like this. Please.

How could he deny this pretty request? 

Ghost kept lulling you into the dreamy state, bouncing you on his length. When you managed to keep your eyes open, you remembered the slight gap you left between the doors and its frame. 

It didn’t matter at the time, as you were keeping it fairly quiet. Only soft whimpers and a few guttural moans from time to time left the lovers’ lips.

━ There you go ━ Simon whispered next to your ear in a praising manner ━ all better, yeah? 

He was right and you nodded with your head, rubbing against Simon’s clothes. You finally managed to relax.

And when your glossy eyes opened again, facing those opened doors, you saw the colonel peeping at the two of you. His black hood with bleached stripes were distinct in the lighting of the room. 

He wasn’t even trying to be sneaky about it. The Austrian man was halfway standing in the common room and devouring the show you two put for him. Only his growing bulge made him uncomfortable with his own pants. 

König’s gaze drilled into your vulnerable form and all strength you had left, was to stare at him in this dreamy fucked out state, your boyfriend put you in. 

Your body was held by Ghost against a wall, securely. Limbs going numb from pleasure, tears of joy gathering in the corners of your eyes, under the fluttering eyelashes. 

And all you could do was just clinging to Simon’s strong arm.

You considered a version of events, where all of this was only a hallucination. That the colonel wasn’t really there, standing in the doorframe. God, at least he wasn’t doing anything indecent. 

But if this was all true, if König was watching you two fuck, it was the most beautiful day in his pathetic life.

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Thank You For Your Service

Yandere!Pervert!Ghost

You thank him for his service and he, tired of hearing it, spouts off "show me your tits if you really wanna say thank you." You blush and he turns his gaze back to his plate only to see you glancing around nervously instead of storming off. When he looks back up, you yank down your top, letting him get a good eyeful before fixing your shirt and practically running out to your car.

He watches you go without a word, the grin on his face more than enough to show how he feels. He takes mental notes on you and your car as you pull away before casually getting up and walking past your table where the slip you signed is still sitting. He memorizes the name on the card you used to pay before sitting back down to finish his breakfast.

That might be the first time he's seen your tits, but he guarantees it won't be the last.