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desperate!perv!konig <3

18+ minors dni or They Will Come For You

desperate!perv!konig who cums so fucking quick the first time you guys are together. he can't help it, you're just so pretty and he's been pining after you for ages, so it's only normal that he only lasts a few strokes when your hand slips into his jeans right?

desperate!perv!konig who has been in love with you for so long, who has had to resort to pinching your clothes and sneaking into your room to lay in your bed or look at the photos on your walls, smell your body lotions because you don't seem to be getting his hints

desperate!perv!konig who more than makes up for being so quick when he flips you over onto the bed, forgetting his own strength for a minute as he pulls your clothes off and moves you almost like a ragdoll, so excited to be with you at last, behaving like a happy little puppy with his favourite toy

desperate!perv!konig who isn't exactly sure what he's doing, who's never more than kissed anyone because when he saw you he knew you were it for him, who knew his first time would be with you and it would be perfect

desperate!perv!konig whose a bit all over the place, nose bumping your clit and sloppy strokes of his tongue and clumsy thrusts of his fingers, but he's so eager it doesn't even matter he does everything in his power to make you feel good

desperate!perv!konig who's so sad when you tell him after that you guys should clean up before you sleep, because he doesn't want to wash away your scent or taste, who wants everything from you and needs to be surrounded by you all the time, smelling you and touching and anything he possibly can be

desperate!perv!konig who moves you around in his sleep like a ragdoll again, even though he's unconscious he just needs to be near you and his sleepy form will pull you to him, tugging with no difficulty until you're lying fully on top of him, wrapping his thick arms firmly around your torso to pin you there

desperate!perv!konig who doesn't leave your side after that, who always followed you around like a lost puppy anyway but who will not let you leave his sight because he just can't bear not to look at you for a second

desperate!perv!konig who will be cosied up to you while you talk to someone, half of his wide body behind you and almost curling around you protectively, who draws patterns on your lower back and hooks his fingers into your waistband bcus just touching your through your shirt isn't enough he needs skin on skin contact

desperate!perv!konig who forgets other people are around, drifting his fingers down dangerously low and making you pause in your conversation, who doesn't even register that he shouldn't be doing it in front of other people he just wants you so bad again

desperate!perv!konig who trails after you needily when you tug on his hand and leave the room, heading back to your room because he can't control himself and you need to get him somewhere private before he pushes his hand into your panties in front of everyone

desperate!perv!konig who stares down at you with big wide eyes as you explain why he can't just start touching you like that in front of other people, who doesn't even really understand but agrees bcus it seems important to you, who only knows that he needs you and doesn't see an issue with that in the slightest

desperate!perv!konig who takes the opportunity when you turn around to grab something, still talking, and grips your hips, walking you forward until you’re bent over the edge of your bed, whose mind is a little bit foggy and he just wants you so bad

desperate!perv!konig who tells you to keep talking, he likes hearing your voice, you can tell him whatever you want he just needs to-

desperate!perv!konig whose gaze is fixed so intently between your thighs, still covered by your clothes but material pulled taught with how he's bent you over the bed

desperate!perv!konig who hums distractedly in response to whatever you say, not even listening, who's more focused on holding your hips tightly and pulling you up as he pushes you forward, manoeuvring you until your face is pressed into your sheets and he's tugging your ass into the air

desperate!perv!konig who keeps one hand on your lower back, keeping you in place as his other hand drops down to rub at your cunt through your clothes, who gets so hard from the way your words falter and you suck in a breath at his touch, spurring him on

desperate!perv!konig who just does that for a few minutes, caressing you through your clothes until he can't stand it any more, leaning down to undo your fly and roughly tugging on your waistband to take your jeans off

desperate!perv!konig who keeps forgetting how strong he is and startles when he almost pulls you off the bed, when you land flat on your stomach from your trousers getting yanked halfway down your legs

desperate!perv!konig who huffs and just pulls your hips back up, not caring that you can't even widen your legs very much or that you're trying to prop yourself up and look over your shoulder to try and talk to him about....something he doesn't even remember

desperate!perv!konig who watches your face excitedly when he shoves a hand between the backs of your thighs, thick fingers finding your clit through your underwear and starting rough movements, who salivates at the way your mouth falls open and you drop back to the bed

desperate!perv!konig who can feel his cock leaking when wetness soaks through the material and onto his palm, sticky and messy and he's so in love with it, swiping his fingers along the wet patch before returning to your clit

desperate!perv!konig who's sad when you push your face into the bed or look forward because he can't see how you react, who leans over you and watches you so intensely as he rubs little circles brutally quickly over your clit, who bullies your body into an orgasm, not relenting as you jerk and arch your back

desperate!perv!konig who's drooling beneath his hood when he pulls his hand away and it's all sticky, who moves away only to pull down your underwear and the rest of you jeans, shoving them to the floor and forgetting everything else in his pretty little head as he looks at your messy cunt from behind

desperate!perv!konig who grabs your feet and yanks them off the bed, getting you flat on your stomach before kicking his shoes off somewhere, who makes the bed creak when he climbs onto it, kicking one leg over your back and lightly settling himself on you, facing your legs

desperate!perv!konig who can't help but rut his cock against the soft swell of your ass while he leans over and digs his hands between your legs, prying them apart and pushing his thumbs through your cunt so he can spread you open

desperate!perv!konig who ignores your hand weakly grabbing as his calf somewhere near your head because he can hear it when he pushes two thick fingers into your cunt

desperate!perv!konig who almost bends himself in half to watch his middle and ring finger slide into your hole, breathing hot on the backs of your thighs as he speeds up

desperate!perv!konig who can't believe he finally gets to do this after months and months of stealing pairs of underwear, buying the lotion you use to touch himself with

desperate!perv!konig who uses his free hand to spread you open again, shifting until he can put his index and middle finger into a V and pull your lips apart under his gaze, bullying his other fingers into your hole with wet squelches that make his mouth water and his cock jerk

desperate!perv!konig who barely notices your fumbling grip on his calf tightening and your back arching as he pistons his fingers into you, remembering last night and shifting until he can press a thumb to your clit, barely breathing because he doesn't want to miss your weak moans and the wet slaps of his hand against your pussy

desperate!perv!konig who can't think of anything else in the world other than the sticky mess squelching out between his fingers, who can’t focus on the nails digging into his leg because he’s so focused on licking at the glistening wetness smeared on your thighs and ass from his movements

desperate!perv!konig who’s painfully hard against your back, hardly able to believe how much better you feel under him like this instead of your pillow, how much better he can smell you

desperate!perv!konig who pulls his fingers from your fluttering entrance, instead using them to pull gently and open your hole up to his gaze, spitting wetly on it and watching the glob of saliva slip into you as you gasp

desperate!perv!konig who shifts and ruts his cock down against your lower back as he pushes his fingers into you again, watching sticky strings of cum and spit squelch up around the digits every time he shoves them into you

desperate!perv!konig who can’t stop himself, who’s so desperate to hear more of your moans and whimpers and gasps and never wants to be anywhere apart from here, deep inside you with any part of his body

desperate!perv!konig who keeps you there for a long time after, unable to pull away as he listens to the wet schlick of his fingers and the pretty creamy circle around the base of his knuckles, smearing all over your cunt and around your puffy hole because he just can’t stop, konig can never stop touching you <3

comments and reblogs are v v much appreciated bcus they share my work but likes don’t :(( hope y’all like this 💞

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simon "you look so gorgeous takin' all of me" riley

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night school

motorcyclist!ghost teaches his partner how to ride his bike :)

contains poor motorcycle knowledge, gn pronouns, afab descriptors!

warnings: NSFW, forced humping, humiliation, choking, licking cum, p-in-v, no condom, dom/sub dynamics, ghost is kinda very mean

There was a time and place for everything and this was definitely not your ideal.

"Keep going love, you're doing so good."

Ghost sat behind you on his motorcycle, holding your hips under the skirt you were wearing, your underwear tucked into his back pocket for safe keeping. You sat in front of him with your hands gripping the handlebars.

The seat of the bike was pretty small with Ghost on it as well, yet there was still enough room for him to force your hips to rub your exposed cunt on it. The seat was getting slicker by the minute as he kept you at an agonizingly slow pace.

Every movement sent shock waves of pleasure throughout your body. You pulled a hand away and covered your own mouth, trying your best to keep down the lewd noises you were making.

It was a mistake to trust Ghost's promise of teaching you how to ride his bike. Even though you were nervous he happily encouraged you and drove you to a nearby empty parking for a practice session.

Once he had you away from prying eyes his plan was launched into action, it was hard to say no to him when he put in so much effort for you.

"P-please, I need more." you begged.

One hand held your hip, continuing to control your movements, as his other one snaked up your front to hold your neck. He pulled you back by your neck until you let go of the other handle and pressed your back against his chest.

He stopped moving your hip and grabbed your thigh to open your legs for him. Ghost leaned over your shoulder, examining the wet seat and your pretty pussy. "You made a mess all over love, really think I'm gonna give you what you want?"

Your eyes widened, "But this was your idea!"

He shook his head and got off his bike. He looked you over sitting on his bike pathetically. "Get up." he commanded. You followed suit, standing up from his bike. He pointed towards the motorcycle seat, "Get on your knees and clean up your mess."

Part of you wanted to complain about his unfairness, but you knew it would only get you into more trouble. You bent down, your knees pricking with pain from the concrete. You hovered your face over the seat. The smell of leather, pine, and your own juices created a delicious cocktail. You tentatively licked the seat, tasting the leather and yourself on it.

"Such a good pet, cleaning up their messes they made on my bike." He rubbed the top of your head as you continued to lick every last bit off his seat.

Soon the sweet rubbing turned into him grabbing the hair on the back of your head and pulling you to a standing position. He held you close, pressing his hard cock in his jeans against you and staring deeply in your eyes, "You have no idea how cute and sexy you look on your knees licking up your mess on my seat. I think you deserve a reward."

Ghost re-positioned the two of you on his bike. You laid across it on your front, your clit rubbing against the leather seat. Ghost stood behind you and undid his pants just enough for his cock to spring free and slap against your ass. He pushed your skirt up to your waist and lined himself up with your hole. He started moving back and forth, just letting the tip of his cock bump against your cunt.

You whined, "Please Ghost, I'll do anything if you just fuck me!"

He chuckled darkly, "You're so desperate it's embarrassing, now shut up and take my cock." He thrust forward in one motion, sheathing his entire length inside of you.

A strained moan left your mouth, your pussy trying it's best to accommodate his size being so suddenly inside you. The force of him thrusting furiously into you made your clit rub against the seat wet with your spit faster.

The brutal pace had you so unaware of your surroundings, moaning his name loudly and begging for him to never stop. You didn't even notice the near silent grunts Ghost made as he tried his best not to cum inside you instantly. You were gripping him so tightly and he felt so loved by the fact that you trusted him this much.

Your orgasm was coming like a speeding train, it was difficult to say the words, "I'm cumming!" before it hit you. Body shaking, hands scrambling to find anything to hold onto. Your mind turned bright white from pleasure.

Ghost was close, grabbing your hips and pulling you back onto him harder than before. He stutters a few times before releasing inside you, pressing himself as deep as possible. A moan escapes his mouth, making your cunt tighten around him as he came.

He leaned over your body, pressing a kiss to your back, before pulling himself out and tucking his cock back in his pants. He helped you stand before handing your underwear he saved to you, "Try not to get anything else on my bike, yeah?"

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Every inch of my being crave for him. I will not only bring him the moon, I will give him such great euphoric pleasure. Till he drools and his eyes rolls back. I would turn into dirt just so he can step on me, plow me and plant his seed in me. So he can WET ME UP, every single day. No amount of force in the universe could stand between the every lasting lust I have for him. ☝🏼

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night school

motorcyclist!ghost teaches his partner how to ride his bike :)

contains poor motorcycle knowledge, gn pronouns, afab descriptors!

warnings: NSFW, forced humping, humiliation, choking, licking cum, p-in-v, no condom, dom/sub dynamics, ghost is kinda very mean

There was a time and place for everything and this was definitely not your ideal.

"Keep going love, you're doing so good."

Ghost sat behind you on his motorcycle, holding your hips under the skirt you were wearing, your underwear tucked into his back pocket for safe keeping. You sat in front of him with your hands gripping the handlebars.

The seat of the bike was pretty small with Ghost on it as well, yet there was still enough room for him to force your hips to rub your exposed cunt on it. The seat was getting slicker by the minute as he kept you at an agonizingly slow pace.

Every movement sent shock waves of pleasure throughout your body. You pulled a hand away and covered your own mouth, trying your best to keep down the lewd noises you were making.

It was a mistake to trust Ghost's promise of teaching you how to ride his bike. Even though you were nervous he happily encouraged you and drove you to a nearby empty parking for a practice session.

Once he had you away from prying eyes his plan was launched into action, it was hard to say no to him when he put in so much effort for you.

"P-please, I need more." you begged.

One hand held your hip, continuing to control your movements, as his other one snaked up your front to hold your neck. He pulled you back by your neck until you let go of the other handle and pressed your back against his chest.

He stopped moving your hip and grabbed your thigh to open your legs for him. Ghost leaned over your shoulder, examining the wet seat and your pretty pussy. "You made a mess all over love, really think I'm gonna give you what you want?"

Your eyes widened, "But this was your idea!"

He shook his head and got off his bike. He looked you over sitting on his bike pathetically. "Get up." he commanded. You followed suit, standing up from his bike. He pointed towards the motorcycle seat, "Get on your knees and clean up your mess."

Part of you wanted to complain about his unfairness, but you knew it would only get you into more trouble. You bent down, your knees pricking with pain from the concrete. You hovered your face over the seat. The smell of leather, pine, and your own juices created a delicious cocktail. You tentatively licked the seat, tasting the leather and yourself on it.

"Such a good pet, cleaning up their messes they made on my bike." He rubbed the top of your head as you continued to lick every last bit off his seat.

Soon the sweet rubbing turned into him grabbing the hair on the back of your head and pulling you to a standing position. He held you close, pressing his hard cock in his jeans against you and staring deeply in your eyes, "You have no idea how cute and sexy you look on your knees licking up your mess on my seat. I think you deserve a reward."

Ghost re-positioned the two of you on his bike. You laid across it on your front, your clit rubbing against the leather seat. Ghost stood behind you and undid his pants just enough for his cock to spring free and slap against your ass. He pushed your skirt up to your waist and lined himself up with your hole. He started moving back and forth, just letting the tip of his cock bump against your cunt.

You whined, "Please Ghost, I'll do anything if you just fuck me!"

He chuckled darkly, "You're so desperate it's embarrassing, now shut up and take my cock." He thrust forward in one motion, sheathing his entire length inside of you.

A strained moan left your mouth, your pussy trying it's best to accommodate his size being so suddenly inside you. The force of him thrusting furiously into you made your clit rub against the seat wet with your spit faster.

The brutal pace had you so unaware of your surroundings, moaning his name loudly and begging for him to never stop. You didn't even notice the near silent grunts Ghost made as he tried his best not to cum inside you instantly. You were gripping him so tightly and he felt so loved by the fact that you trusted him this much.

Your orgasm was coming like a speeding train, it was difficult to say the words, "I'm cumming!" before it hit you. Body shaking, hands scrambling to find anything to hold onto. Your mind turned bright white from pleasure.

Ghost was close, grabbing your hips and pulling you back onto him harder than before. He stutters a few times before releasing inside you, pressing himself as deep as possible. A moan escapes his mouth, making your cunt tighten around him as he came.

He leaned over your body, pressing a kiss to your back, before pulling himself out and tucking his cock back in his pants. He helped you stand before handing your underwear he saved to you, "Try not to get anything else on my bike, yeah?"

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Konig x y/n (ANGST UNDER THE CUT)

Next comes angst. you can stop here and the version without angst will still be canon in my opinion

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everything stays, right where you left it

everything stays, but it still changes

ghost sees the person he loves who thought he was dead.

warnings: angst

Dead of winter, middle of nowhere. January 1st.

January meant new beginnings and freezing your ass off. The world was a lot quieter during this time of year. They were all nursing hangovers or staying warm indoors.

It was rare for Ghost to have a day off let alone be outdoors. He was a dead man walking, someone who wasn't suppose to technically exist due to his work, but out in the cold and snow he could be just another soldier.

The park's ground was packed with snow and the sunlight reflected off its white surface. It had snowed much heavier here than in the past years Ghost had stopped here in this town. It had been eight years since his last visit.

He walked slowly through the park, careful not to slip on the ice and snow. The sun was shining, but the light snowfall provided less visibility. Should anyone happen to pass by they'd only see a tall figure wearing a skull balaclava and likely leave him alone.

During his walk, he noticed one other person standing by a tree. They were far from the path so he could pass by unnoticed, but as he examined closer he could see their face upturned towards the sky. Their eyes were closed and face solemn, like in a silent prayer.

Ghost froze. Not due to the chilly weather, but due to the recognition of the slope of their nose, the curve of their jaw, and lips he could still remember the feel of.

Eight and a half years ago it had just been a one night stand. Something to help him de-stress from the constant demands military life had. He never stayed long, there was always somewhere else to be.

But it had been perfect, you had been so vulnerable and open with him the first night he met you. At first he stayed until morning because he would feel guilty to leave you immediately. Then he stayed for lunch because he found your life stories relatable. Then he stayed for dinner because he started feeling something that hadn't stirred in his chest in a long time.

Six months was a whirlwind with you. Every moment better than the last. But he hadn't been as open as you, he'd shared experiences and thoughts of his with you, yet he couldn't admit his true nature. He knew the fact that the same hands that cupped your face to pull you in for a kiss were the hands that ended so many lives. You didn't deserve that.

It was easier to disappear, pretend like he never existed. Ghost didn't want to say goodbye so he didn't.

Now you were there, here, right now, right in front of him. It was like every thought and feeling he had suppressed from the moment he said his last, "have a good night love" hit him at once.

You looked exactly like he remembered, but something had changed in you. Not visibly, not to the naked eye, but to someone who dedicated their last night with you to remembering every detail there was a not-so-obvious change.

From this distance he couldn't tell if you were thriving, if you were living your life, being happy without him. He hoped you had, he hoped you would.

A small smile hid under his mask as he turned and left you alone in the snow.

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🏖️☀️💲

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everything stays, right where you left it

everything stays, but it still changes

ghost sees the person he loves who thought he was dead.

warnings: angst

Dead of winter, middle of nowhere. January 1st.

January meant new beginnings and freezing your ass off. The world was a lot quieter during this time of year. They were all nursing hangovers or staying warm indoors.

It was rare for Ghost to have a day off let alone be outdoors. He was a dead man walking, someone who wasn't suppose to technically exist due to his work, but out in the cold and snow he could be just another soldier.

The park's ground was packed with snow and the sunlight reflected off its white surface. It had snowed much heavier here than in the past years Ghost had stopped here in this town. It had been eight years since his last visit.

He walked slowly through the park, careful not to slip on the ice and snow. The sun was shining, but the light snowfall provided less visibility. Should anyone happen to pass by they'd only see a tall figure wearing a skull balaclava and likely leave him alone.

During his walk, he noticed one other person standing by a tree. They were far from the path so he could pass by unnoticed, but as he examined closer he could see their face upturned towards the sky. Their eyes were closed and face solemn, like in a silent prayer.

Ghost froze. Not due to the chilly weather, but due to the recognition of the slope of their nose, the curve of their jaw, and lips he could still remember the feel of.

Eight and a half years ago it had just been a one night stand. Something to help him de-stress from the constant demands military life had. He never stayed long, there was always somewhere else to be.

But it had been perfect, you had been so vulnerable and open with him the first night he met you. At first he stayed until morning because he would feel guilty to leave you immediately. Then he stayed for lunch because he found your life stories relatable. Then he stayed for dinner because he started feeling something that hadn't stirred in his chest in a long time.

Six months was a whirlwind with you. Every moment better than the last. But he hadn't been as open as you, he'd shared experiences and thoughts of his with you, yet he couldn't admit his true nature. He knew the fact that the same hands that cupped your face to pull you in for a kiss were the hands that ended so many lives. You didn't deserve that.

It was easier to disappear, pretend like he never existed. Ghost didn't want to say goodbye so he didn't.

Now you were there, here, right now, right in front of him. It was like every thought and feeling he had suppressed from the moment he said his last, "have a good night love" hit him at once.

You looked exactly like he remembered, but something had changed in you. Not visibly, not to the naked eye, but to someone who dedicated their last night with you to remembering every detail there was a not-so-obvious change.

From this distance he couldn't tell if you were thriving, if you were living your life, being happy without him. He hoped you had, he hoped you would.

A small smile hid under his mask as he turned and left you alone in the snow.

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love it when writers make the fucked up characters more fucked up

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i really came on this blog to write smut and so far all i can muster is angst with no solution hehe

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for my cyberpunk girlies (gender neutral)!! it's cyberpunk AU time but make it Soap, Price, Gaz, nd Konig flavor!!

this kinda came out of my brain from nowhere so sorry if it's a bit messy :x

warnings: mentions of violence and death

streetkid!Soap

:: grew up on the streets, just barely scraping by.

:: most kids joined gangs or got killed, but Soap was determined to make an honest living

:: mercenary work isn't necessarily "honest" but it made him cash without selling his soul

:: avid corpo hater he LOVES to shit talk Arasaka, Militech, Etc.

:: probably has cyberware legs that help him jump higher so he's always sneaking into places from the most random spots

:: is the only other merc Ghost will have a drink with, Soap is extremely hard to say no to

fixer!Price

:: a fixer who tends to do most of his gigs within the city center and nearby

:: doesn't like working with no-name mercs, he needs the mercenaries he works with to have an extensive portfolio

:: his gigs are usually high risk high reward, but he is not afraid to treat the mercs he does choose to work with well

:: he's had to send quite a few taxis to pick up his mercs from sticky situations

:: but he's no miracle worker and not everyone can make it home

:: despite keeping business and personal lives separate he does seem like a father figure to some

nomad!Gaz

:: he was born and raised a nomad, so staying in one place has never suited him

:: HATES Night City, he thinks it stinks because the corpos just shit on everything in that damn city

:: will only go into the city if absolutely neccesary

:: he met streetkid!Soap when he needed someone who knew the Badlands for a gig

:: Gaz was suspicious of this wild child with cyberware all over (Gaz has no cyberware or very little)

:: they ended up becoming fast friends and now he gets drinks with the boys whenever he has to be in NC

corpo!Konig

:: works for Militech as an executive working almost directly with the production of military-grade weapons

:: oversees the entire process of inventing a new weapon to producing it

:: his huge presence is intimidating to everyone who works with him, some even mistake him for being a higher up with the way he carries himself

:: he's no honest corpo employee, many aren't, so he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty or sell to someone less palatable

:: but also will snap on anyone who fucks with his work, he's Militech's unofficial executioner

:: the other guys would NEVER hand out with him, but ends up siding with netrunner!reader and they begin the process of incorporating Konig into their little circle

:: despite how terrifying he is in the workplace, he's actually quite nice after a few shots

:: but that doesn't stop streetkid!Soap and nomad!Gaz from calling him a "corpo rat"

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for my cyberpunk girlies (gender neutral)!! it's cyberpunk AU time but make it Soap, Price, Gaz, nd Konig flavor!!

this kinda came out of my brain from nowhere so sorry if it's a bit messy :x

warnings: mentions of violence and death

streetkid!Soap

:: grew up on the streets, just barely scraping by.

:: most kids joined gangs or got killed, but Soap was determined to make an honest living

:: mercenary work isn't necessarily "honest" but it made him cash without selling his soul

:: avid corpo hater he LOVES to shit talk Arasaka, Militech, Etc.

:: probably has cyberware legs that help him jump higher so he's always sneaking into places from the most random spots

:: is the only other merc Ghost will have a drink with, Soap is extremely hard to say no to

fixer!Price

:: a fixer who tends to do most of his gigs within the city center and nearby

:: doesn't like working with no-name mercs, he needs the mercenaries he works with to have an extensive portfolio

:: his gigs are usually high risk high reward, but he is not afraid to treat the mercs he does choose to work with well

:: he's had to send quite a few taxis to pick up his mercs from sticky situations

:: but he's no miracle worker and not everyone can make it home

:: despite keeping business and personal lives separate he does seem like a father figure to some

nomad!Gaz

:: he was born and raised a nomad, so staying in one place has never suited him

:: HATES Night City, he thinks it stinks because the corpos just shit on everything in that damn city

:: will only go into the city if absolutely neccesary

:: he met streetkid!Soap when he needed someone who knew the Badlands for a gig

:: Gaz was suspicious of this wild child with cyberware all over (Gaz has no cyberware or very little)

:: they ended up becoming fast friends and now he gets drinks with the boys whenever he has to be in NC

corpo!Konig

:: works for Militech as an executive working almost directly with the production of military-grade weapons

:: oversees the entire process of inventing a new weapon to producing it

:: his huge presence is intimidating to everyone who works with him, some even mistake him for being a higher up with the way he carries himself

:: he's no honest corpo employee, many aren't, so he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty or sell to someone less palatable

:: but also will snap on anyone who fucks with his work, he's Militech's unofficial executioner

:: the other guys would NEVER hand out with him, but ends up siding with netrunner!reader and they begin the process of incorporating Konig into their little circle

:: despite how terrifying he is in the workplace, he's actually quite nice after a few shots

:: but that doesn't stop streetkid!Soap and nomad!Gaz from calling him a "corpo rat"

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been so obsessed with Cyberpunk 2077 lately and i can't stop thinking about merc!ghost because it's just sooo perfect <3 especially with netrunner!reader :o

warnings: cyberpunk 2077 lingo, mentions of violence and gun-inflicted injuries, sfw, gn!reader

:: he's so methodical and brutal that every fixer in Night City is blowing up his phone. he's got a reputation for getting shit done cleanly.

:: he's pretty particular about what gigs he takes on and only does things solo.

:: his patience for things is frightening, man will live in his car for days just to get the damning intel he needs.

:: despite having more knowledge than most on hacking, daemons, and cyberware he still needed help from time to time when something was particularly tough to decipher

:: has a netrunner he goes to regularly for advice, but it's always over the phone or through some data encrypted chat

:: the first time he meets his netrunner in person is actually by accident

:: Ghost gets caught off guard for once when someone unexpected shows up leading to an injury

:: he's bleeding out in the driver seat of his car, the gunshot wound in his side getting blood all over his car seat

:: he's desperate and he can't trust anyone, so he phones his netrunner promising extra eddies if they can get his ass out of there.

:: Ghost doesn't have time to process you showing up, helping him into the passenger seat, then driving him to the nearest ripperdoc

:: luckily your regular ripperdoc, Vik, is able to make Ghost's wound look like nothing but a scratch. but he's still told to rest for a couple weeks. no new gigs.

:: you tell Ghost to let you know if he needs any help, fully expecting to never hear from him until he needs your netrunner skillset.

:: what neither of you expected was for Ghost to find himself wondering how he could see you in person again