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thinking about cooking for ghost or könig… not to brag but I cook meat /so/ fuckin’ good. they may be good on the field but put either of them in a kitchen and they’re lost. I just want to feed them real meals because you know they eat like animals‼️

Please cook for them, they'd love you eternally if you did this for them💔

They are huge men with a very high calorie intake, especially when they are in bulking season and they indeed eat like starving animals :(

Both Ghost and König joke how your cooking fattened them up since now they have a slight belly, a nice layer of fat covering their hard muscles but that's very much alright for them!! They embrace it fully because to them it just means that they eat well and it's also to show others that their girl cooks well for them :(

They eat like bears and they love when you feed them yourself, they feel like real kings this way and you love to pamper your big strong men however you can♡

Ofc a good meal requires a lot of excercise afterwards and what better way than to pound your poor pussy, showing off the strength in their broad hips as they continue to ram inside you with a shit eating grin at your squeals :(

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zombie!ghost this, zombie!reader that, how about vampire!reader? or vampire!ghost? i wanna ramble about vampire!reader a little first.

tags- filth no plot, fem!reader, blood mention/drinking/kink.

i think Simon would have so much fun with it, especially in the bedroom. he'd be setting you on his lap as he lets you feed from him. he always gets so worked up whenever you bite him, mostly because it gets you worked up too but also because that little bit of pain and the way you get so needy spurs him on in ways he'd never experienced before.

he'd end up bucking his hips up into you once or twice before he can feel you returning the gesture, a mix of a moan and a whine coming from you that he immediately recognises as a plead for him to continue.

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Simon smirks knowingly as he feels the friction between your bodies, your damp heat pressing against his hardness. the sight of you, all flushed and needy, with your skirt riding up and your panties soaked with desire, drives him wild. his grip on your hips tightens possessively, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving marks.

"you're so fucking responsive, aren't ya?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. "all it takes is a little taste of blood and you're beggin' for more. you're addicted to me, ain't ya? addicted to my touch, my fuckin' blood."

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a.n. been a while since i posted im sorry its been crazy! also tysm for all the support on my last post <3

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♡ You're Ghost's wallpaper ♡︎

word count: 533

a.n. This is kind of rushed i apologise!!

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Ghost wasn't the best at expressing his affection, he made that clear when your friendship first developed into more. so he likes to find small, silent ways to show his care.

Making you your favourite drink after a long day, Helping you with some of your paperwork,

Taking pictures of you.

Most of the time he makes sure you're oblivious, taking small candid pics when you're doing something he finds cute, sometimes sending them to you. He's essentially your personal photographer, he takes great pictures too somehow.

His personal favourite is one where you're sitting with your knees to your chest, gazing at the sunset with the softest smile. The way the sunlight bounces on your features always makes his heart skip a beat.

so that's the one he chose to light up his screen daily.

Since he's not one to use his phone a lot and he won't exactly tell you, you won't know about it. Maybe you know the photo exists if he sent it to you, but nothing more than that.

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He wakes up one morning, taking a few minutes to gaze at your still-sleeping form curled up against him. Running his hand up and down your spine. The gentle glow of light peeking through the blinds,

He eventually managed to will himself away from your warmth, stealthily climbing out of bed so you could have a little longer to sleep. He wanders through to the bathroom to shower, ready to start his day.

You awake a little while later, the faint sound of water running explains the empty bed. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and sitting up, planning to start breakfast. You don't notice Ghost’s phone is on the nightstand until a notification lights up the screen, allowing you to catch a glimpse of a familiar person in the background. you.

The sight brings a smile to your face, The sentiment swirling round your mind as you head to the kitchen.

You're barely halfway through making breakfast when Ghost wanders in, as if he could already smell the food. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and tilting his face into the side of your neck.

“Good morning si,” You murmur, a low hum vibrating from his chest in response.

Both of you bask in the comfortable silence as you continue your cooking, Ghost eventually detaching from you to make himself, and you, a cup of tea. Leaning back against the counter a few feet away from you.

You pick up the cup with a gentle sigh, bringing it to your lips and meeting his gaze, “I like your wallpaper.” You smile. He almost chokes on his tea, feeling his cheeks heat up almost as much as the cup in his hand. You can't help but giggle, it's not often you get to see him flustered.

“Spying on my phone now, love?” He teases, a small smirk distorting his lips, “Of course not, you left it in the open.” you reply. He hums, taking a sip of his drink. A silence filling the air once more, you turn back to your cooking before you hear his voice once more.

“I like my wallpaper too”

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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

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can't run forever

summary: Ghost chases you through the forest. that's it.

tags: Smut, dom!ghost, use of pet names; love, darling, bunny. outdoors sex, unprotected sex, reader gets spanked like once, gn!reader. (i think that's everything!)

word count: 1.3k (it felt like sm more)

a.n: i felt so giddy writing this, this is only partially proofread

Your lungs burned and your legs ached, threatening to collapse under you at any given moment. yet the adrenaline kept you going. He was hot on your trail, the sound of his footsteps hitting the floor behind you was a taunt, a reminder of his speed and power.

he was trained for this, made for it even.

but so were you.

every second filled you with more determination, his earlier words serving as a motivation, for what? you weren't quite sure.

"you run... and if i catch you? well, you'll just have to find out, love."

You knew by his voice, by the whole situation what being caught would entail. The anticipation rested heavy in your stomach. Part of you wanted to get caught. The other part? Desperate to make him work for it.

or maybe just to prove you were better.

It's no secret you both had a competitive streak, silent, yet very much there. During training there was always a tension, who could get more shots? who could go the longest with out tapping out?

Silly little competitions that served as a motivation. fuelling the determination that ran through both of you. That's why you refused to let him win so easily now.

Yet you both knew he would win in the end. There wasn't a single doubt about it, his voice rang past the trees, you weren't able to determine an exact direction due to your constant running. somewhere south-west of you, you presume.

"c'mon darling. we both know you can't run forever." His voice trailed into a chuckle at the end. He was right, you knew it wouldn't be long now from the way your legs shook on each long stride.

each rustle of leaves and snapped twig under your feet always letting him know your location. Earlier it was the same for him, except now you were the only one making sound.

That was more intimidating than the heavy footsteps you swore you could hear just moments ago.

"shit-" You gasp, trying to turn your head to glance behind you, your eyes darting everywhere for even a sign of his whereabouts.

big mistake.

See, if you had just kept looking forward.. you would have seen him slip behind that tree. you would have been able to change directions and bolt away from him. You just had to look away, didn't you?

Just as you assume you've made some distance you feel the unmistakable sensation of his arm wrapping around the front of you, pulling you into his chest and flipping you both so your front is pressed against the tree.

He chuckles darkly, it's over. Theres no way to escape him as he presses up further behind you. Your squirming and desperate attempts to get away only making him push you harder into the rough surface of the tree.

"awe, my little bunny got caught?" He laughs again, the sound of him panting directly next to your ear. You're panting too, much more than he is. A reminder of his stamina, he could have kept going for hours if he needed. You on the other hand were basically at your limit.

"Ghost-" You try to speak but he shushes you, a hand in between your shoulder blades pushing your chest and face further, leaving you minimal room for movement.

"told ya'. You can't run forever, darling." He clicks his tongue, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. one of his feet push in between your legs, widening your stance.

With one hand still holding you firmly in place by the back of your neck, his other lifts his mask above his nose. Then it runs down your side to your hip, grabbing at the flesh firmly and tugging your hips back onto his erection. A groan reverberating in the back of his throat.

"now look what you've got yourself into..." He teases, his voice hoarse and filled with desire. His head dipping to nip at the skin of your neck, earning a whimper from you.

You can feel him smirk against your skin, he can practically smell your desperation, you push your hips back into him only to be met with a sharp slap to your ass.

"That's not how this works, bunny." He practically growls, his hand snaking round to your lower stomach, pressing down momentarily before dipping beneath your waistband.

"Look at you, makin' a mess already. v'not even touched you" He bites down on your neck, his hand working you up expertly, making you writhe and moan as he's done so many times before.

He works you up to the edge just to pull his hand away when you begin pleading, your hips buck for the friction that was so cruelly taken from you.

"not yet, love."

"not until i've had my fun"

He pushes your trousers down, leaving you bare to the cold air surrounding you. The sound of his belt and zipper seem to echo, the hand on the back of your neck pulling your head back.

He brings his other hand in front of your face, "Spit." His tone sends a shiver down your spine as you comply. Letting him use your saliva to lube his cock. His hand pushing your chest back into the tree,

you instinctively push your hips back, always so ready and eager for him. He fills you up in one sharp thrust, his grunt drowning out your moan.

He sets a ruthless pace, bullying his cock into your hole over and over, even as your legs shake and begin to buckle, his arm wraps around your stomach, holding you up at the angle he knows drives you both wild.

As you clench around him and your moans grow louder he chuckles again, shaking his head as he stops thrusting all together. snatching your release away from you again

you whine his name, he growls yours back.

"Not yet." His voice is low, filled with a dominance that always has you whimpering in response to.

"you don't cum until i tell you, got it?" He punctuates his words with a deep thrust, making you nod desperately. He hums approvingly. returning to his rough pace, the tip of his cock hitting the right spot repetitively, making your head spin.

His hand moves from your stomach down to your sex, providing you with more stimulation that has you begging for him to go easy, knowing you can hold back your orgasm much longer.

He only growls in return, biting down on your shoulder as a warning. The way he's fucking you could be described as purely self-serving. but his hand working you up proves otherwise.

as he chases his own climax he still gives you no permission for your own, but you just can't hold on any longer.

You whimper out his name as you cum, clenching down on him as your body tenses. He doesn't take much longer after that, pushing his cock as deep inside you as he can, filling you up.

You're both still panting heavily, his hand easing up on the back of your neck. He takes a minute to pull out of you, using his fingers to push his spend back inside of you.

He lifts his fingers to your mouth, which you welcome happily, licking the mix of your juices off with a moan.

He takes care pulling your trousers back up, the gently actions almost making him seem like a completely different person to just moments ago.

he spins you around, crashing his lips to yours for the first time since you started running. Biting your bottom lip as he pulls away.

"Don't think you're getting away with disobeying orders. I'll teach you your lesson later"

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thinking abt keegan fucking you whilst you're smoking weed

tags? - drug use, afab!reader, pnv, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it)

a/n: sorry if this is bad, i'm currently half asleep (not proofread) criticism encouraged!!

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what started as a normal, cuddly smoke sesh had quickly turned into him grinding against you whilst you both shared a joint.

both of you led on your sides, he's propped up on one elbow behind you, bucking his hips against your ass. you could feel his erection from the moment you'd led down together,

made sense with how needy he'd been all day

He'd snake his arm around you, his hand dipping below your waistband to draw circles around your clit, blowing smoke into the air around you.

you can feel his dick twitch against you when you moan, soon enough he's guiding you to straddle him as he lays on his back. tossing your shorts to the floor unceremoniously and pushing his sweats down.

he'd bring the joint to your lips, letting you take a hit as he pulls your hips down onto him. watching the way your eyebrows furrow as you try not to choke on the smoke from the feeling of him stretching you so much.

he'd look so delicious too-

eyes red and half-lidded, shirtless with faded marks scattered on his neck and chest from your past endeavours.

he'd guide you up and down on his cock, slowly at first. then he'd take a sizeable hit of the joint as his hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head down to meet his halfway.

pressing his lips to yours he'd blow the smoke into your mouth before pulling away with a smirk on his face. then he'd quicken the pace, hips thrusting up to meet yours,

as soon as the joint is finished he's discard the end into the ashtray (or besides it, he doesn't care with how good you feel around him) and then he's gripping your hips and fucking up into you as fast as he can.

bonus-

"you like that, baby?"

"y'want me to fill you up, love?"

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(i feel like this is really bad 😭 i'm sorry i just had to get this thought out)

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thinking about ghost with a s/o who has a sensitive waist

nsfw below the cut!

a.n- this is my first time writing something like this so criticism is appreciated! not proof read.

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i fully believe the discovery would be accidental, he's not the most touchy when you start dating so the most he'd give you is gentle squeezes to your arms and hands

then one day as he's doing his paperwork, you bring him a drink and his hand goes to your waist while you place it down. he gives an appreciative squeeze and mumbles a 'thank you'. he quickly notices how you blush at the action but doesn't think much of it, it's not until later he starts thinking about how you don't react like that when he touches your shoulder or arms

after that he starts brushing his hands against your waist more often, placing a hand there as he steps past you in the kitchen or while you're training together he 'corrects your stance' (which was perfectly fine) and uses it as an excuse to squeeze your waist again

he loves the way you react and finds himself doing it more often, his arm around your waist as he watches whatever film you've convinced him to see with you, his thumb rubbing small patterns on your skin

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i'd imagine once your a few months (at least) into the relationship he'd become bolder, curled up in bed with you when one kiss turns into two before he deepens it, pulling you closer with a hand on your waist

he adores the way your muscles flex from the small action and the view of your flushed cheeks,

he would always have his hand on your waist,

pushing you onto your back so he can situate himself above you, his hands exploring your waist and hips while he brings his lips to your neck and collarbones.

then when the time comes and he's easing his erection into you his hands firmly on your waist, gently rubbing and squeezing while he praises you

"doin' so well f'me, love"

"takin me so perfectly,"

i just know he loves missionary, he adores seeing your face and the way you react, he loves being able to lean down and kiss across your face while he gently thrusts into you.

his hands would definitely explore your body but they would always find their way back to your waist, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock.

if he's taking you from behind, whether it's doggy or you're bent over his desk - he's a little rougher, the grip on your waist would be tighter and he'd use it to push your back into an arch while he fucks into you,

he knows your much more responsive when he touches your waist, he'd definitely nip and kiss along it as he makes his descent between your thighs,

if you're the kind of person to have your waist on show he would be hesitant to leave marks, i feel like he'd prefer them to only be where you two can see them.

but if your waist is usually covered -

he's marking it, bite marks and hickeys will be littered along your skin without hesitation. he just can't get enough of the way you moan and squirm, he's addicted to every part of you,

and he loves using your sensitive waist to his advantage.