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Vampire König x Human Reader pt. 2
A/n: y'all really liked this one geez louise papa cheese. As promised I made another one. Didn't know how to end it but the next one I make will reveal why reader is immune to him. Also, I tried keeping to gn reader, if you guys like that lmk. If not I can change it to fem reader.
Warnings!: Mentions of SA, somnophilia hardcore mixed with dubcon, mentions of murder, sex mentioned a lot. Dark shit tbh I may have went a little too far- König is a loser sorry. Please heed warnings before reading I beg of you.
Minors DNI.
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The window opened easily, he almost snorted at you leaving it unlocked. Though, he did climb your apartment building to get up here so maybe he was being an ass. He carefully stepped inside and immediately he felt strange. The legend that a vampire must be invited inside was a myth, he tested that before. But there was something about the air in your room that made his skin prickle.
König was huge, but getting through a window wasn't so much of a challenge for him anymore. He stood in your room and carefully looked around. You had lots of stuff, and it was messy. Some basket of yarn, a sketch pad, some make up on your dresser, posters all over the wall... It looked like a normal young woman's room.
His eyes finally landed on you and he swallowed thickly. You laid on your side, curled up slightly with your blankets lazily tossed over you. There was a stuffed animal near your pillows, watching you, watching him. He crept closer and walked to the side of the bed that you faced. Kneeling down, he takes in your face again. Staring at you as if you'll tell him how you could resist his hypnosis. Your rhythmic breathing however, told him you were fast asleep.
He reached up and used the back of his knuckle to pet your cheek. He wondered what you dreamed of, was it about him? Maybe it was nothing at all. His eyes scanned over your body, seeing the rest disappear within the blankets. Your thigh and leg however, poked out from beneath the blankets. He stood up, walking to the foot of your bed and slowly placing his fingers on your ankle. Ideas, millions of them, bad, good, selfish ideas ran through his head.
He always has his escape card, his hypnosis. He could do whatever he wanted and not feel as much guilt over it, but you... He had to be careful. Truthfully he could probably rule the world, the country at least. He was a powerful being with few weaknesses. He could have as much blood as he wanted, create his own servants and fuck who ever he pleased.
You could not be hypnotized, so if he took you, and you woke up, you'd probably scream. You'd be traumatized perhaps. His fingers moved up your leg. If he drank your blood, you'd be sore and you'd remember, because he can't hypnotize you. His fingers traced along your thigh, stopping at your hip. He wanted you, God if any, König wanted you so badly. He looked at his fingers resting on your hip, you only had panties on. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his hard-on tame.
Removing his hand, he stared at your sleeping form. He glanced to the side, looking at your stuffed animal, as if asking for forgiveness. His fingers slipped the blanket off your bottom half and he looked at your pants less form. He's decided, he won't drink your blood, but he would fuck you. He needed this. He had only met you two- three hours ago and you had tormented him. Slipping his boots off, his knees fell onto the edge of the bed. He got in all fours, hovering over your clothed sex.
He could smell you, your arousal. Were you dreaming of something filthy? He wanted to smile but he didn't. His eyes never left your underwear, and he laid on his stomach between your lazily parted legs. He rested them over his shoulders and was careful not to wake you. He was burley, and knew that rising too high might cause you to stir. He settled now, resting between your legs and staring hungrily at your middle. Then without moving your underwear, he pressed his lips to your sex and closed his eyes. Sweet, he thought. How were you sweet and he's yet to taste your juices?
His tongue eagerly pressed against your panties and it was then he groaned. It was more prominent now, like honey. He licks a strike up your sex and he hears you moan softly in your sleep. His eyes stared up at you now, but you remained asleep. He licked his lips and delved back in, humming in delight. His tongue swirls and he feels his hardened cock pressing painfully against his pants, against your bed. He kissed your thigh and then moved your cloth to the side, wanting to taste you uncovered. His tongue immediately finds your entrance and he swears his eyes flutter. You had jumped against him suddenly and he recognized that jump. He pulled away and his tongue went to his teeth- his fangs. They had came out without his realizing and he cursed. He didn't mean to poke you, not like that anyway.
Looking back up at your sleeping form, he sighed and moved up, slowly palming himself through his tan cargo pants. You could wake up, and find him violating you any moment ...and it thrilled him, sickeningly. He undoes his pants and pulls out his eagerly awaiting cock, finding the tip slick from suppressed arousal. He slowly jerked himself, looking down at you. He'll show you, that he always gets what he wants in the end.
He maneuvers your legs once again so that your thighs rested against his own, with you laying on your back and your head laying to the side. He moves the annoying piece of cloth once again and eyes your entrance, having mercy and lubing it a little more with his spit. Though if he were a little more psychotic, he'd make you hurt. Let you feel the dry press of his thickness as it opened you...but that was too far, he thought with an amused chuckle. He lined himself, watching his tip kiss at your sex and he shudders. He licks his lips, then-
Then you stir and turn on your side, mumbling in your sleep about taking someone's order wrong. König blinked himself out of his dark daydream. He was still standing at the foot of your bed, you were still clothed with the blankets hanging over your body. His member, though hard, remained in his pants and he frowned. Maybe he was losing his humanity far more than he thought. He let out a growl and carefully pulled the blankets over you, so that your legs were covered.
But as he looked at you once again, he felt the human part of himself tsking at him. He can't- no, he wouldn't. So he sighed and sat down on a chair across from your bed. Nonetheless, he wants you. And if he was going to win you over, he needed to do this by the books. He needed to flirt, he needed to give gifts, charm you, intrigue you somehow.
Somehow...
The arrogant part of his mind was twisting and turning. He has become so used to getting what he wanted, whenever. So the one thing he can't have, he found himself wanting the most. Like a spoiled brat, perhaps. But this was only a small part of it, that's what he told himself anyway.
For now, he stood up and nodded to himself. He's gonna go about this as human like as possible. But then there was the incident from tonight. He had been a creep, and you might remember his face. No matter, he'll just erase your mind and-
No, wait. Fuck.
He put his hands on his hips in frustration. This is gonna be difficult.
So I thought I'd share this picture I drew of König at the beach where a bunch of kids keep asking him to throw them in the water because the man is huge. And I got this idea from a tiktok video but I cannot find them. It was basically if the whole 141 plus other COD characters had a beach day and how they'd act, and I think the first slides was about Soap finding seaweed and whipping people with it.
I drew this photo but the original idea is not mine. Please don't steal my drawing, I'm super proud of it.
Konig x FemReader Pt. 2
Bing bong, I'm gonna post Konig's pov in a few...I'm gonna try updating some other fics first so gimme a few.
Warnings: Little bit of violence, mentions of 'implied' rape. Knife use, some blood description. And spit. *wink*
Again, I used Bing to translate so if its patchy then I am sorry.
Enjoy<3
So, you weren't dead yet. But damn did you wish you were. You woke up to the sound of screaming coming from other rooms. However when you opened your eyes, you were met with a dark fabric over your eyes. There was a bag over your head, and after pulling at your arms you found you were also restrained to a chair.
Lovely, you thought bitterly.
You just close your eyes and focus on the sounds around you. There were some people speaking, sometimes yelling. You couldn't make out what they were saying but you were positive it wasn't in English. However, the pained screams and pleas that followed definitely sounded English.
You could hear footsteps as well, but you didn't know if you wanted them knowing you were awake yet. You won't get anywhere if you kept playing opossum, you knew that much. But you also knew that whatever was going to happen to you was inevitable unless you found a way to escape wherever you were.
As if on que, you heard footsteps walking your way. You listened as they got closer before eventually pausing. Your head was still tilted down so it looked as if you were unconscious.
"Bist du schon wach, kleine Maus?" Your eyebrows furrowed at the recognition of that voice. Your head tilted up and you hear a soft 'aah'. Before he could speak again you spoke up instead.
"If this is the same guy that attacked me in that building, you're gonna need to get a translator cause I don't know what the hell you're saying." You raise your head some more as you hear the protest whining of an old door hinge. Then those heavy footsteps came closer to you. You sat up as straight as you could.
An amused chuckle made your skin break out in goosebumps. He paused in front of you and you could hear him doing something. When he spoke again, his voice was below you. He was kneeling down in front of you.
"I know English. Do not worry Fräulein. Did you rest well?" You grit your teeth at his question.
"You mean that concussion you gave me? Wonderful. The chair I woke up tied to? Oh, and the bag over my head was such a nice touch." You couldn't help the bitter sarcasm spewing from your lips. You were in a shitty situation and you were scared. There wasn't much else you could do to mask it.
The man before you let out a little chuckle again. You jumped as you felt the bag being ripped off your head. Your eyes had to adjust to the lighting even though it was pretty dim. You blink and feel your skin grow cold at the sight of him before you. He was still wearing that hood, and his eyes were still as chilling as they were before.
"So sassy. Tell me, are you scared Fräulein?" He drops the bag on the floor and stands up to his full height. "I could imagine the things that are running through your little head." His hand found the side of your cheek and you pulled your head away from his touch. He tisked at your little action, letting his hand fall behind your neck and graze across your skin.
"You should have killed me when you had the chance." Your voice was low, threatening but not as menacing as you hoped. "Because when I get free of these restraints, I'm going to kill you myself."
"Ah well," He laughed, having to pause before he continued. "Will you? Really?" He suddenly had your throat in his grip, making you tilt your head up to look at him with a gasp. "You could have let me die in that building, yes? That helicopter crash could have killed me, maybe wounded me. You had enough time to jump out the way but-" He squeezes your throat and inches closer to you. "You saved me instead. Why?"
He finally let's go of your throat and you gasp for air, glaring at him as he finally settles in front of you. He kneels in front of you so he could get a better view of you. You hold his stare for maybe thirty seconds. He was very patient. You finally looked away, his gaze was heavy, but curious. Not to mention his eyes...
"I don't know." You answer slowly and sitting back in your chair. "I-" you went to answer but closed your mouth. "Look I don't know, force of habit to help teammates I guess?"
"I am not one of your teammates." He chimes in quickly.
"Yeah I know that! I don't know why I saved your sorry ass! Maybe I didn't want your blood splattering on me and ruining my clothes!" You glanced at your lap and you froze. "Where's my uniform?" You just noticed you were wearing what looked like loose jogging pants. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at your shirt. It was a large loose grey shirt.
"Oh yes, I changed them. You had lots of pockets, lots of hiding spots. I didn't want you pulling a weapon out of nowhere." He laughed and reached behind him. He pulls out your pocketknife. The one you stabbed into his thigh before running. "Dein kleines Messer." He smiled and opened it.
You watched carefully, feeling your heartbeat picking up. The thought of this fuck changing you and seeing you nude made your heart sink but you had bigger problems now. You couldn't help the line that spilled out. "Oh I was wondering where I left that."
He laughed a dry little laugh, tilting his head up at you and twirling it slowly. "I should return it. Ja?"
He held the knife up and you knew exactly what he was about to do and you yelled quickly. "No don't!" You squeezed your eyes shut but never felt the knife make contact with your skin. You look and see the knife tip hovering above the fabric of the pants.
"Ah you're right, I wouldn't want to have to change your pants again." You made a face at his remark. He was smirking, you just knew he was. "The first ones were hard to get off." He instead brings the knife up to your lips, pressing the tip of the blade to your lips. "I should repay you for those wounds you gave me. But it can wait."
You kept still as the knife slowly drags across your lips. "Yeah, and who knows what fucking blood diseases you have hidden on that knife-" He suddenly sliced your bottom lip, making you cry out in shock. You already tasted the blood spreading across your tongue. Your eyebrows furrow together and you look up at him. "Great now I have it too."
"You do not know when to quit talking." He was observing the blood on the knife. "I will fix that soon." He looks at you, and you can see the smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
You smiled back.
Then you spit the blood that had pooled in your mouth onto his face and mask. He yelled something in German and you laughed. He stood up quickly and used the end of his foot to tip your chair back. Your eyes widened as it tilted and you stare up at him. He scoffs and pushes the chair back with force. You fell back with a thud, groaning slightly. Then you laughed and let your head lay against the concrete floor beneath the chair.
"I should have my men come here and teach you a lesson." He hissed while walking up to you. "I'll enjoy hearing your cries for mercy." He puts his boot on your chest and presses down.
"Oh?" You coughed out, trying to keep your voice steady. "What's your name? So I'll know what to scream for you- fuck!" You groan as he pressed his foot down harder. He growled as he turned his body, walking away from your tied self. You thought he was leaving but never heard the door close.
"I will be back, and I will not be so sweet next time." You heard the door close again. You were left on the floor in a dark room. There was a little bit of light streaming in through an open window on the door. Other than that, the room looked like an old-fashioned prison cell. You started twisting your body. You flip the chair that was on its back to lay on its side. You began to slowly twist your hands and try to find a loose strap in your restraints.
⁘Translations⁘
Bist du schon wach, kleine Maus? - Are you awake yet, little mouse?
Fräulein - Miss
Dein kleines Messer. - Your little knife.
Ja? - Yes?
König x FemReader...?
(I wanted to put that image of him sitting on top of that other guy with a knife on the side of his head, but I don't know if I'm allowed??Cause like the whole horse is there👀)
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mentions of r*pe and t*rture (but not acted upon)
I put the translated words at the very end. I'm sorry if the German is rough, i was using Bing... arrest me.
⁘Enjoy!⁘
This is how you were going to die. At least it was dignified. You fought the whole time and, well you tried. That's how your teammates will see it hopefully.
Of course, when you're (average? sized female) going against a fucking beast of a man it didn't really seem fair. But this was war and those were the consequences. Death
You were pressed against the ground, trapped between the thighs of an absolute unit of a man. Your arms keeping his hand holding the hunting knife suspended in the air above your throat. You swallowed harshly once or twice, wishing you could have been given a quicker death. Staring at the eyes above you, you wanted to cry at this sight. He looked like the Boogeyman.
A sniper's hood shielded all his facial features except for his eyes. You wished he wore shades because his piercing blue eyes were petrifying.
"Hör auf zu kämpfen! Sie haben verloren!" His other hand grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. You bite your lip as his knife slowly started sinking into the tender spot between your collar bone and your neck. Tears filled your eyes and you let out a pained scream-
⩤Let's rewind to about five minutes ago.⩤
Gun fire alerts your senses, and you look at your watch. They arrived earlier than expected. You groan and wait for someone to radio you the signal to get out of the building. Making sure your gun was off safety, you checked your small surroundings. You were in an empty room on the third floor of an abandoned (but stable) building. You were the backup, watching the roof tops of the other buildings for incase enemy squads tried to take the surprise from above.
They did not.
You had been watching the grounds for the past 20 minutes. Word was that the men you were looking out for would be arriving at this town about 45 minutes before you arrived. Not on schedule but you knew your team would make do.
Your radio hisses against your shoulder and you're quick to press against the button. "Status?"
"-Must have gotten word, there's too many. We're retreating. Meet at-" A few gunshots and then heavy breathing on the coms. "-------osed areas! Chop----there in 10-" more gunshots, more static. You curse and hope to shit that they're okay. Getting up you began running down the stairs. You reach the second floor and pause. There's a smoke bomb hissing the last of its continents into the hallway and you press yourself against the wall. Pulling down your cloth mask to cover your head and face, you begin to walk with caution.
Your grip was tight over the gun in your hands. You stopped before reaching the wall of smoke. You really didn't want to go in.
As childish as it seemed, you knew that whatever was waiting for you in this smoke knew you were here. Or this could have been an accidental smoke bomb set off by your own team.
You doubted it.
You narrow your eyes and slowly make your way through. Light from the windows helped to navigate your way forward. A noise beside you however made you pause. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like an eight year old creeping through a dark house. Utterly terrified. Raising your gun, you carefully looked around. You made a slow circle around you but saw nothing. The smoke didn’t help. You were sure you were in the clear until a large form grabs your gun and kicks you in the chest. You gasped for air as you stumbled backwards and fell right back out of the smoke.
You look up in time to watch the chamber of your gun being thrown in front of you, then the gun itself being thrown against the wall and falling into two pieces. Then like a scene from a chilling horror story, it emerges from the smoke.
A man you’ve yet to know, König.
As of right now, he is the stuff nightmares seem to be made of. Quite possibly the Boogeyman. He glares down at you through the eyeholes of his hood. You’re still on the ground but you were scrambling away.
“Wirst du rennen oder kämpfen?” He spoke while stepping closer. His right hand unsheathes a large hunter’s knife from his belt and he twirls it carefully.
This man was looking for a knife fight. You were looking to live another day. So you got up to your feet and began running back down the hallway. He disassembled your gun and all you had left on you was a swiss army knife and a small pocketknife. You were usually more prepared for this; your other two guns were left in the truck you arrived on. And you forgot them but didn’t tell your Lieutenant. You thought one gun and five clips of bullets were enough.
You’re a dumbass and you’re going to die.
The big man yelled something else in German behind you but you didn’t even look back. However, the rumbling crash of footsteps running did. He was gaining on you quickly. You curse to yourself and ready your puny pocketknife. It always felt like a good self-defense tool, but not paired against that. He eventually caught up to you as you reached the stairs and grabbed you by the back of your vest. You turn with all your strength and jab the pocketknife into his triceps twice. He yelped in pain and let go, trying to kick you again. You rolled out of his way and jab your knife deep into his thigh before turning and running upstairs.
“Du abscheuliches Geschöpf!” He yelled but of course you didn’t know what the hell he was saying. You made it to the third floor and ran to the first window. You swallowed harshly at the height of the building across from you. You just needed to jump. 1…2…3…You groan in frustration and grip the window ledge. You couldn’t. But you have to. The sound of a nearby explosion caught your attention and you looked up. A helicopter had been shot down, and it was heading for you. You step back and feel a body behind you. Looking up you see the man looking at the chopper coming down as well. You quickly tackle him down and feel both of you hit the stairs. He had enough sense to grab the railing so both of you didn’t tumble down the steps.
The helicopter crashes into the side of the building, a few bricks and metal parts fly past the both of you but there wasn’t any serious damage to the structure of the building. Dust had filled the clearing but you didn’t let the shock of what happened hold you there. A hand was gripping your shoulders, keeping you pressed against his chest. Only partially grateful, you were quick to weasel your way out of his hold. Running towards the new opening in the wall, you had a bigger opening to jump across. So you ran and lept-
Only to be caught by the back of the vest and slammed down back onto the floor of the building you were trying to escape. This was the second time the wind had been knocked out of you. This guy just didn’t quit! He was breathing heavily as well, stalking toward you. You narrowed your eyes at him and tried to crawl away like before. This time he was on you, straddling your chest and readying his knife. “Danke, dass du mich gerettet hast.” His words were breathy as he showed you the knife he held above your eyes. “Aber es ist an der Zeit, dieses Spiel zu beenden.” Then his hand came down, almost slicing your neck but your arm held his hand back.
You stare up at him, biting your lip so you don't make any noise. You were struggling, and were sure that he could have easily overpowered you. You thought adrenaline was on your side. You didn’t want to die.
However…
This is how you were going to die.
⩥And here we are, where we left off.⩥
"Hör auf zu kämpfen! Sie haben verloren!" His other hand grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. You bite your lip as his knife slowly started sinking into the tender spot between your collar bone and your neck. Tears filled your eyes and you let out a pained scream.
The knife pulled away from your skin and you gasped. Opening your eyes, you could see the man above you glare down at you. Was he waiting for something? He was hesitant now, it seemed. His knife reaches down and tugs the edge of your mask, pulling it up skillfully without cutting your face. You closed your eyes as the fabric peels away from your face. The fabric bunched on your forehead, and you opened your eyes.
The man was staring at your facial features, his knife trailing down the side of your tear-stained cheek. The blade of the knife stops at your lips and he makes a scoffing sound. He sat straight up while still looking at you. "Du bist nur eine junge frau?" It looked like he was smiling, and you felt your heart sink.
You know what could happen to women in war. Especially if they're taken as prisoners or interrogated. Rape was one of the lighter punishments. That's what you were told at one of the meetings about a month ago. They had listed and shown pictures of the many colorful torture experiments used on women. You and a few other soldiers in the room were told, that if you had to choose between getting captured or dying; choose the latter. Harsh words, but it came from a woman who looked pained to even say it.
You didn't know what sick activities he was imagining but you were going to have none of it.
You shook your head and grabbed his hand that held the knife. You pull it back to your throat and shakily speak. "Don't. Just kill me. Kill me!" The man above you had complete control over the knife as he watched you carefully. "You probably don't understand me, but you can understand this." You yanked the hand closer, but it never got close to your throat.
He tilted his head, then leaned down and pressed the knife to your throat again. You swallowed and closed your eyes, letting a few tears slip down the side of your face. This was it. Maybe he had enough mercy to spare you of whatever torture treatment awaited you.
A dark chuckle told you otherwise.
Your eyes slowly peer open and see the man putting his knife away. "No!" You spoke up but he was already hauling you up to your feet. You tried pulling away but his grip was like an anaconda coiled around its prey. "No no no! Not like this please!" He sighed at your wailing and grabbed your face between his thumb and two fingers. You stare up at him with wide pleading eyes.
He took his knife back out but flipped it upside down. He turns your head the other way and you felt the blunt end of the knife handle hit the back of your skull. You knocked out, falling against the larger man as he picked you up and held you over his shoulder. Without another word, he began retreating back downstairs.
⁘Translations⁘
Hör auf zu kämpfen! Sie haben verloren! - Stop fighting! You've lost!
Wirst du rennen oder kämpfen? - Are you going to run or fight?
Du abscheuliches Geschöpf! - You abominable creature!
Danke, dass du mich gerettet hast. Aber es ist an der Zeit, dieses Spiel zu beenden. - Thank you for saving me. But it's time to end this game.
Du bist nur eine junge frau? - You're just a young woman?
Literally all I do, everyday after school is play cod. This game has changed my brain chemistry, I just know so. (Plz help, I have a unhealthy hyperfixation in this game and it's slowly getting worse 🧍♀️)
Horangi is so precious. We need more about this tiger.
GOING FERAL POSTING ALL MY ART HERE AT 2AM
hey! I have a request- I wonder what you think would be the type of girl 141 + konig + graves + any others would go for, thanks!!
Ooooo I legit have this one in my drafts! So buckle up! (Since these men take their careers very seriously I don’t think they’d actually peruse a relationship with a colleague due to professionalism,) I also apologize for not immediately posting this my husband rescued a small kitten from our storm drain & we’re getting her acclimated to our home
•Simon “Ghost” Riley- I feel like he’d lean into a very feminine type of woman, solely due to being around men constantly & his upbringing. So to him being with a woman who leans into very feminine roles would be something that I think he’d find incredibly attractive. Like dresses, makeup, very fashionable, loves to cook, etc.
• Captain John Price- I feel like he’d lean more into a old soul at heart type of woman. A woman who doesn’t settle for anything less & is also incredibly elegant at the same time. To me he’s an old soul himself so it’s very fitting he’d go for a woman who’s an old soul herself. You love to watch old movies, cross words puzzles, actual puzzles, etc.
• Johnny “Soap” MacTavish- I feel like his ideal woman is a full on extrovert that’s incredibly athletic. He needs someone to match his personality & energy at all times. Someone who is adventurous & has a incredible sense of humor. You can easily drink him under the table & love football.
• Gaz- I think his ideal woman is headstrong & intelligent. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, even Gaz when he’s being a “man.” She has a lot of empathy (I believe Gaz does too especially with his reactions to seeing the aftermath of terror attacks) & that can be a downfall for her sometimes. Luckily the both of them use their empathy to their advantage. Y’all love walking the dogs in your local animal shelter, & even foster animals
• Alex Keller- I feel like he’d go a woman who’s bookish, but not afraid to get her hands dirty. Her intelligence can get the best of her. But she can overthink situations & Alex has to reassure her sometimes that’s she’s making the right decision. Overall she’s a big sweetheart & does lean more into her feminine side. I’d say you love to read, paint, have a veggie garden, & love to go on hikes
• Keegan P. Russ- you’re far more extroverted than he is. You’re constantly helping him break out of his shell a bit. He’s can be so serious sometimes that he’d find your fearless attitude refreshing but also stressful. You’d give him a heart attack whenever you do something semi dangerous, like bring in a stray possum because it was cute
Extras✨
König- He’s going for a woman who’s patient & empathetic right off the bat. No joke like a kindergarten teacher imo would be perfect. Someone who can listen to him, take care of him, but also provide space when needed. I feel like y’all would enjoy reading books together, he’s very intelligent & book reading is a great way to bond over something but if needed he can always read by himself or with you.
Sobiesław- he’s going for a Slavic woman, a woman who’s traditional but has a little sass. You definitely lean into your more feminine side & be incredibly fashionable. I also feel like he’d into joining you on your shopping trips because you have a good idea for what looks good on him.
Phillip Graves- the All American type of girl, picture Cindy Crawford in that Pepsi Super Bowl commercial. Outgoing, kind, you’d have to be patriotic (RAH 🦅) to some extent obviously, & confident. You’d be his biggest cheerleader & provide the best support system for him in his career.
Captain John Price Headcannons
A/N: these are as realistic as I can make ‘em about to be, all of the headcannons I have are inspired by my personal experiences living on a military base & the experiences I’ve had with foreign military (even the Brits, playing cards against humanity with them was interesting)
Captain John Price x F! Reader
• You & Price met through Laswell, you were her intern turned assistant you had gone to college for international relations
• Your intelligence sparked his interest, Laswell had to do a whole presentation on their Task Force should interact with the women in some of the countries they completed missions in
• He was fully attentive & took notes the entire time
• When Price had asked you to dinner it took you by surprise initially, you were oblivious to his small gestures
• He’d bring you coffee, always visit you at least once a day, & would offer to carry your bag into the office
• He took you to a nice little Italian restaurant
• He opened the car door, made you walk on the inside of the street, pulled you chair out etc.
• His parents & grandparents raised him to be a proper gentleman
• He ordered the nicest wine for the both of you
• Afterwards, you guys walked around & just chatted, the conversation flowed beautifully
• When he drove you home he walked you to your door & you kissed him goodnight, once you closed the door he had a shit eating grin
• That following Monday a giant bouquet of roses sitting on your desk with a sweet note from him
• He’s so sweet on you, a true gentleman
•He found out how much you loved dogs & gifted you a golden retriever puppy
• You cried when he gifted the puppy to you
• After a year & a half of being together he proposed to you
• He used the Diamond from his grandmothers ring as your center stone, & he spent months with a jeweler custom making
• Laswell knew the entire time while he was planning the proposal & the ring
• Your wedding was a winter one the week after Christmas so everyone was able to take leave
• Soap, Simon, & other men he had served with were all part of the Saber exit you had at the end of your ceremony
• Soap was the one who cheekily tapped your behind with his saber to “properly” welcome you into the military
• “Mrs. Captain Jonathan Price, welcome to His Majesty’s Army”
• You guys opted for a nice cottage near post because on post housing absolutely sucks
• Shortly after you two had moved in, you had found out you were pregnant
• It terrified you initially & you came up with a creative way to tell John
• You picked up some Army themed baby onesies at the on post NAAFI (the British equivalent of the U.S. Militaries Post Exchange)
• You told him once he got home he had a gift waiting for him & he initially looked confused at the baby onesies, then it clicked
• The both of you decided to hold off on telling everyone until you were far enough long & starting to show
• You both decided to wait to find out the gender
• He treats you like a China doll while you’re pregnant (along with everyone else)
• You’d wake up to him talking to your stomach, he’d tell your baby all about his day
• In office surprise baby shower happened & everyone went ham with the gift buying
• An emergency hostage rescue operation came across Laswell’s desk the week you were due
• You sobbed into him when he told you, he absolutely hated seeing you this sad
• Like clockwork the night he was already mid-mission, once he got back Laswell informed him you were in full blown labor
• John was crushed, one of the nurses held your phone up so he could at least watch his baby being born on screen
• He broke down once he heard the cries of their infant coming into world
• It was a boy, you decided to name him John as well both after his father & grandfather
• He met you in the hospital 12 hours later still in his gear
• As soon as he possibly could this man brought y’all’s son to work
• Laswell was all over him, constantly wanting to hold him
• You do own Tactical Baby Gear with “Price” plastered all over it
• I don’t think you’d return to work after having your first kid tbh… it would’ve been too stressful with Price’s job
• You two definitely have more children, two boys & one girl
• Price 100% coaches your sons soccer (or if you’re not American; football) team
• Your little girl has him wrapped around her finger (along with her “uncles)
• He would sport a tiara & boa for her tea parties (any “uncle” that came over would too)
• He brought his daughter & her little friends to the Eras Tour (he had a blast btw)
• I think your two sons would join the army to follow in their father’s footsteps
• He was so proud when they graduated from Basic Training
• Price on the battlefield is a hardened man but as soon as he walked into your home his hard exterior dropped & he’d go full on domestic he truly loves you & the life you two had built
✨NSFW✨
• Price was the one who had been your first, due to the fact you focused more on school & your studies you hadn’t been with anyone else
• He wears that like a badge of honor, knowing he was the first & only one to show you how you should be treated in bed
• somewhat discreet office sex
• you’d like out a whimper or a moan & he’d whisper “mmmm you gotta be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want anyone to walk in hmmm”
• you have sucked him off while he’d been on calls in his own office
• he smokes cigars while you ride him in your backyard’s hot tub
• you’re a moaning mess on his cock & he’s just taking in the view of you bouncing up & down on him
• he’s 100% an ass man
• has a HUGE corruption kink, & loves being called “daddy” or “captain”
• he has a collection of nude Polaroids of you hidden in his bucket hat, Soap accidentally found one that had fallen out & Price immediately ripped it from his hands
• He definitely bought you sex toys before he leaves for deployment
• you two go at it like rabbits when he comes home (makes sense how y’all have three kids)
• you gave him a blow job after he was honored at a military ball in the bathroom, as a thank you for his service 😏
• People assume you two are vanilla & bland in the bedroom as oatmeal but boy looks can be deceiving
That’s How You Get the Girl
Keegan x F! Reader
Summary: Keegan & Y/N are set up on a blind date by a mutual friend, & Keegan being Keegan doesn’t really reply fully much to the confusion of Y/N
Warnings: none
Keegan wiped his palms on his freshly pressed slacks. He was sweating like a sinner in church. He hated this. Blind dating. Most of the men on his team were either engaged, married, or seeing someone. He didn’t do well with women, he may have been a Marine but he didn’t automatically gain that Marine confidence with women. He never knew how to talk to them, or he’d accidentally over share. Alex was fed up with seeing him off on his own every weekend when they had the opportunity to go out. Coincidentally, Alex had a friend from off post that was having horrendous dating experiences. So being the mastermind he is, he decided to set them up on a blind date. So here he sat awkwardly at a table set for two. Every time the door opened he looked up, he had absolutely no idea what she even looked like.
He noticed a gorgeous woman walk in. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. A wine velvet dress fitted up against her form & her hair was down in a blow out. She walked up to the hostess stand & the hostess pointed to Keegan’s table. He was sitting like a deer in headlines watching her walk towards him. He stood up as soon as reached the table. Keegan was just so taken aback, Alex did not tell him she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.
“You must be Keegan.” She said & held out her hand. “I’m Y/N.” He took her hand & shook it. Still speechless he pulled out her chair for her. “Oh thank you.” She said & sat down. He pushed in her chair & went around the table back to his seat. The waiter approached the table & took their drink orders.
“So Keegan.” Y/N started. “How long have you known Alex?” She asked trying to get to know the mysterious handsome man in front of her. The waiter came back & placed a glass of Pinot in from of Y/N & a beer in front of Keegan.
“A long time.” He replied. She stared at him hoping he’d try to continue the conversation with a question about her. He looked away for a second & Y/N tried to draw his attention again. He was have a full blown anxiety attack inside.
“So do you like your job? I know Alex was telling me you’re quite good at.” She started again & took a sip of her wine.
“I like it.” Keegan replied wiping his hands again on his trousers. She took noticed of his weird body language & had a small frown on her face.
“Are you alright?” She asked out of deep concern.
“M’fine.” He replied. “Would you excuse me for a moment?” He got up abruptly & went into the men’s bathroom, leaving her at the table in shock. She sat there mouth agape as the man practically ran away from her. A pang of disappointment rushed through her body like electricity. By the way Alex described him on the phone he seemed like a charming man. Then when she saw him & saw how handsome he was she thought she hit the jackpot.
In the bathroom Keegan was attempting to calm himself down. He was staring at his reflection in the mirror breathing heavily in a attempt to relax. He went into his pocket & started to fumble with his phone. Once he found Alex’s contact he dialed him. An confused & annoyed Alex answered the phone.
“Hello?” Alex asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was that fucking pretty dude? A little heads up would’ve been nice.” Keegan said exasperated. “You know how horrible I do with women.” Alex chuckled at this.
“You wouldn’t have come if I told you.” Alex replied. “Just relax man, believe me when I say Y/N is a patient gal. Just get to know her. Now I’m going to go & enjoy your date.” Alex said & hung up. Keegan was able to relax himself enough to leave the men’s room. Y/N still sat the table, looking somber. She had her chin in her hand looking around. He took a deep breath & started to walk towards the table. Y/N locked eyes with him & gave him a small smile. Alex was right about the patient part. Most women would’ve gotten up & left. Once he reached the table he sat down in his chair.
“Are you okay now?” She asked with genuine concern in her voice. “You know if your anxious we can get the bill for the drinks & just get some take out.” She suggested. Keegan had never experienced this before & simply nodded. After Y/N flagging down the waiter & Keegan paying the bill they left. They then met up at Keegan’s off post apartment.
Y/N placed an order for pizza delivery & they sat on the couch. She could tell by his body language he was more relaxed. His collar shirt was unbuttoned a bit & she could see his chest hair peaking out. She bit her lip as was checking him out while he put something on the tv for background noise.
“Keegan,” She started. “Did Alex by chance tell you what I do for a living?” She asked.
“Uh no.” He replied wondering what her career had to do with him.
“I work with children that have anxiety.” She replied looking at him. “Keegan, do I make you anxious?”
“Yeah.” He replied a little embarrassed a warm feeling his cheeks began to rise & he looked down. She gently lifted his chin with her finger so he was looking eye to eye with her.
“Keegan, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Imma be honest with you I was anxious too. My past dates haven’t been great.” She honestly admitted. “But I know you’re probably a great guy, judging by what Alex has told me about you.” The blush on his cheeks grew intense at her compliment. “I’m a patient girl, I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes bore into hers & suddenly there was a warm sensation in his stomach. It felt euphoric. She put his hands on her waist & he pulled her in closer her chest touched his.
“You’re really beautiful,” Keegan said. “I just don’t do well around women.” He admitted. “I just never know what to say.” She smiled him at started to play with the hair behind his ear.
“Then don’t say anything.” She said & pulled him in for a kiss. He pushed her down gently onto the sofa they sitting on. She wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss. The door bell rang, & the pair broke apart. “Looks like the pizza’s here.” She giggled, & they both sat up. She sprang up to tip the delivery driver & retrieve the pizza. Keegan touched his lips & smiled to himself. He had to remind himself thank Alex the next time he saw him.
Pretty Little Thing
Phillip Graves x F! Sugar baby Reader
Summary: Y/N is ten years younger than Graves & what started out as a paid companionship turned into a blossoming relationship
Warnings: Age Gap Relationship, Graves is 35 & Y/N is in her early 20s, sexual themes, misogynistic views, smut, this is just freakin pure filth
“How does this one look?” Y/N said as she stepped out of her walk in closet revealing a red Herve Ledger Bandage dress. “It would look so good with the Louboutin’s you bought me.” He looked up from his phone & his jaw hit the floor. Her breast’s where pushed up, & the dress hugged her in all the right places. His eyes widened at the sight.
“Damn right it will sweetheart.” He replied. He had no idea what she was referring to. Phillip was in awe at the fact you were his. It was no shock that your relationship caused quite the scandal. Initially even though you were in it for the financial security you had come to love Phillip. He was a true old school gentleman. The fact he was older made no difference. He opened the car door for her, made sure roses were always in her bedroom before he went away on deployment, & he took care of her.
“Help me unzip?” She asked. He stood up from his respective spot & helped her unzip the dress. It fell from her body & besides a red lace thong her body was on full display for him. He took in her nearly naked figure.
“Come here.” He beckoned with his finger. Her semi naked form straddled his body & his hands immediately went to grab her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck & he pulled her in for a kiss. She could feel his erection growing under her pussy. She unzipped his pants & pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung up at attention & she wrapped her delicate hand around the shaft. A loud ground escaped his lips as she started to pump. He took a hand and caressed her cheek, as her doe like eyes bore into him. She leaned into his touched & he put his thumb in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around it & she started to suck on it.
“God you are such a good girl for me,” He groaned. Y/N felt herself start to get wet between her legs. She bent her head down & started to suck him off. The hand that was once on her cheek was now tugging on her hair. She used her hands to remove her panties, leaving her now completely naked. “Sweet Jesus,” He moaned. “Baby unless you want me to cum now you gotta stop.” She removed her head & wiped her mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m a old man darlin’ you don’t wanna suck the life out of me.” He joked. His Texas drawl coming out. Still in his work clothes he removed his pants entirely.
“Face down ass up baby.” He commanded. She loved it when he was authoritative with her. He roughly grabbed her hips & then smacked her ass. A small gasp escaped her lips in reaction & he chuckled. A low whistle escaped his lips at the sight of her dripping cunt. “Look at you.” He said with a smirk. He placed a thumb on her pussy & started to slowly rub up & down her slit. Strangled moans escaped her lips & her hips started to wiggle trying to get more friction. He placed one of his large hands on her hips holding her in place.
“Please daddy,” She wined looking back at him. “I want your cock.” She sobbed. He removed his hand from her pussy & bent down to grab her chin.
“Uh-uh baby girl you gotta use your manners,” He growled holding her chin. Her back was now pressing into his front & the friction of his bare cock against her pussy was teasing more than his fingers. “Now what do you want your daddy to do.” He commanded.
“I want you to fuck me daddy,” She choked out.
“You want me to fuck you what?” Graves asked. “Remember your manners, babygirl.”
“Please daddy I want you to fuck me.” She sobbed. Graves let go of her & let her fall forward.
“See that wasn’t so difficult was it my good girl,” He taunted, & smacked her ass again. “Let me give my good girl what she wants.” He teased the head of his cock, against her slit & pushed in. A low growl escaped his lips as her velvety walls sucked him in. She let out a high pitched moan & gripped onto the comforter of the bed. No matter how many times he fucked her she never really got used to his size.
“Jesus Christ, babygirl.” He groaned. “How is it even possible you got tighter? Fuck.” He started to pull her more onto his cock. Graves had been so pent up from a long day at work he really need to fuck all of his frustrations out. He roughly started to pound into her. The natural curve of his cock kept hitting her g-spot.
A string of moans & swears escapes her lips as he used her like his personal flesh light. Leaning forward he used his upper chest to hold her down as he sped up.
“Fuck daddy,” She moaned, so cockdrunk & drooling into the comforter. “Fill my pussy.” Her moans just emboldened him more as he kept pounding away.
“You want me to cum in your pussy babygirl?” He taunted. He knew she was close by the way she was gripped him.
“Yes daddy please.” She begged & lifted her hips more for a better angle. “Please fill me.”
“I want you to cum for me first,” He growled. “You think you can do that for me babygirl? Hmm?”
“Yes daddy,” She sobbed. The familiar knot of an orgasm started to build up in her lower stomach. “Mmmm, I’m so close.” She cried out. Graves somehow picked up his speed more & was repeatedly hitting her g-spot over & over again. “I’m gonna cum daddy.” She screamed out.
“Go on sweetheart, “ He encouraged. “Cum on my cock.”
“I’m cumming daddy, fuck.” She sobbed out into the comforter. Graves felt her release all over him & he let out a low growl.
“Fuck, babygirl.” He groaned into her ear. Graves felt himself getting closer. He’s not that old but he definitely had to make sure he didn’t cum too early especially when fucking Y/N, before her it had been years since he had been a twenty something year old. “I’m fucking close too.” He growled. “I’m gonna fill this pussy to the brim. Is that what you wanted huh?”
“Yes daddy.” She moaned as he kept abusing her pussy with his quick thrusts.
“Who’s pussy does this belong to?” He asked. Leave it to Graves to even the bedroom go on a power trip.
“It belongs to you Daddy.” She moaned in response. “My pussy belongs to you.” He smirked down at the beautiful young woman below him. The familiar knot of his orgasm started to build up & he was about to burst.
“I’m about to cum babygirl.” He groaned. A few second after he was painting her insides white. She felt him twitching deeply inside of her, & the warm fluid of his cum leaking into her pussy. Satisfied she let out a moan & sigh. He pulled out of her & watched as some of cum dripped out. “Stay right there darling don’t move.” He said & grabbed his phone from the floor. He started to take some pictures of her bent over with his cum dripping out of her pussy. Then he took a short video of him pushing the cum that leaked out back into her swollen pussy with his finger & playing with her folds. Small little moans escaped her lips as he was recording. Then he panned to her face, & put his freehand on her face.
She had a tired all-fucked out look on her face, with her mascara smeared & lipstick smudged. He put a thumb in her mouth like he did before except she was able to taste herself on it. Her doe like eyes looked directly in the camera.
“Who does this pussy belong to babygirl?” He asked from behind his phone as he removed his thumb from her mouth.
“My pussy belongs to you daddy.” She said & leaned into his touch.
“You like it when I fuck you don’t you?” He teased.
“I do daddy.” She said directly into the camera. “I love it when you fuck me.” He ended the video & put his phone on the bedside table.
“I can’t wait to share that video with my Shadows sweetheart. Now let’s get you cleaned up.” Graves softly said & carried her into the bathroom.
Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons
A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy
Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader
Warnings: NSFW
• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with
• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down
• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met
• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were
• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)
• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then
• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful
• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric
• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him
• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you
• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that
• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them
• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)
• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal
• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is
• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)
• Simon always would be your fiercest protector
• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds
•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out
•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready
•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”
•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge
• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed
• you have a whole security system too
• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor
• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners
• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed
• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed
• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life
• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage
• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls
• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter
• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery
• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl
•Price had to comfort him father to father
•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out
✨NSFW ✨
• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane
• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half
• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards
• has a massive corruption & daddy kink
• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite
• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them
• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that
• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you
• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet
• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color
• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl
• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours
• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”
• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink
• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks
Legit question for men: do you guys like women with flat chest but is fat? Like, I don’t think I’ll ever really find love because of that because the first thing that really attracts people is looks and my body is really unproportional…and I’ve never been anyone’s first choice.
(Sorry for all the tags, I just really need advice for this, I’m having a midlife crisis)
If only all men were like my baby boy here :’)
Had a bad day - are all women pretty? Yes or yes?
INFINITE, yes. you will never catch john mactavish thinking a bird isn't pretty.
OMG I also feel like he buys toys and donates them to the kids:
1. He never got the opportunity to get toys as a kid, and that definitely DESTROYED a big part of his childhood especially looking at other kids having toys and living a good life
2. He regrets how he and Tommy were never able to spend more time together, and I feel like the buying toys for charity for the kids kinda fills the hole of doing something that Tommy would have wanted to do also…
There’s definitely more reasons but…
simon riley allows himself one drink a year, a stiff whiskey on christmas eve. he spends it alone each year, thinking about tommy and his nephews. he buys toys for a local kids charity because he wants to do some good in his storm of bad.
And the fact that soap was exactly like this, building a relationship with ghost but it’s all gone now that he’s dead :(((
BUT LETS PRETEND AND IMAGINE HES ALIVE
YEAH!! :D
Took me a minute but I got it
Y/N : *sending video to their friends * Guys look at this Eucalyptus I got for two dollars !"
Horangi,Keegan and Soap as boyfriends in the background: "you can lick this dick !"
Y/N: *looking over at him in innocent disbelief but acceptance *
Horangi, Keegan and Soap: *laughs at his own joke smirking repeating louder * "YOU CAN LICK THIS DICK"
realist thing i’ve heard in weeks
You ever just look at a fictional man and just.... titty? Like.... gimme them pillows, please? Gibe. Hand them over, bby, the real world's been shit.
punk!simon and goth!reader bumping into each other at a goth/punk/alt convention and immediately falling head over heels for each other because ‘they’re so mesmerizing/he’s so gorgeous’
punk!simon asking goth!reader out to a date, the latter accepting so quickly he got a whiplash and feels the blood rushing to the tips of his ears and cheeks ‘thank god, i’m wearing my mask’ he thinks
punk!simon asking goth!reader to marry him relatively late in their relationship because he was searching for the perfect ring (dark metal with little diamonds and a huge, shiny black jewel being the center piece) with goth!reader happily accepting
punk!simon and goth!reader having a small wedding with only a few selected family and friends, dress code for the guests being white and only punk!simon and goth!reader wearing black
punk!simon wearing a suit, various pins and chains decorating it so he still feels comfortable, punk!simon not wearing his mask because he wants you to be able to see his face when he makes you his forever
punk!simon feeling his jaw go slack when you enter the ceremony with your parental figure by your side, wearing a black glittery princess style dress with skull accents and tulle, completing your marvelous look with a dark eye and lip makeup / wearing a dark colored suit with skull and dark metal accents
punk!simon and goth!reader reading their vows, exchanging rings and a (quite tame) kiss while (happy) teary eyes look upon the newlywed couple
your boyfriend Simon gets home from a mission, and he’s very clearly tired and exhausted from the whole day. The main mission was to catch Makarov and lock him up for good. Sadly, the mission went wrong and they didn’t catch him, and that means Simon has been on edge ever since.
you were trying to get him to fall asleep, but nothing worked. That’s when you instructed him to lie on his tummy, and he did so. You started massaging his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the sore and tight muscles. He let out small groans when he felt the tension release. Your hands gently grazed over his shoulders after, gently gliding over his shoulders in a gentle and steady motion. But when he felt your fingertips dance over his shoulders, he had to ask.
“Wha’re you doin’, lovie?” He asked in a relaxed manner, voice slightly muffled my the pillow.
“I’m making pizza…” you mumbled quietly as you did gentle chopping motions over his shoulders. “Adding some green peppers…” you said as you continued the motion. You pressed your finger tips to different spots on his shoulder in a dotting motion, “I like olives, so I’m gonna add some…”
as you continued your motions, a small smile broke out on his lips. These were the moments he missed and loved with you. These weird yet comforting moments that made his day better. “So ‘m your pizza?” He asked quietly, smile evident in his voice.
your soft hum of approval made him chuckle, a sound that always made you smile. His eyes started to droop and you repeated the motions a few more time, eventually fully falling asleep.
“Now I gotta put it in the oven.” You said as you pulled the cover over his bare back and laid beside him, nuzzling into his side. You could hear his gentle and even breaths and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Pizza’s done…”
imagine you’re with Ghost and you had just dumped your feelings, saying how you didn’t feel like you were the best looking person and how he should be with someone else, so he decides to fuck you in front of a mirror
he’s praising you and shit saying how pretty you look, keep your eyes on yourself through the mirror
“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”
I’ve made the decision, Ghost headcannons and possible stories will be coming out
Hold on-
…anyone else think Ghost from CoD is hot?
Hey cod fans and shippers I like drawing if you send an ask in of something you’d like to see the cod guys doing I’ll draw it :3 I can also draw male y/n type shit if you want that 😼
ALSOOOO if you have a more "spicy" request you can send it and ill post the art on my twitter! at Silly little freak 18+!!! (@Puppet_Eyez) / X
When opportunity presents itself, grab it(?)
My haunting Melody~~~ The LT lost a bet and one of the privs gave him this to wear. He was not amused >:)))
Alejandro Vargas
