dumpsterfire-daydreams

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Ghost aftercare, König cuteness, TW: BDSM elements, TW: Collaring, TW: Dominant Behavior, TW: Groping (M/M), Sexual themes

Ghost is daddy. That is all lol

Reader POV:

Ghost’s aftercare had been a bit more thorough than you’d initially expected. As the heat of activity had slowly ebbed from your bodies, it wasn’t long before the tile felt unbearably cold against your skin. But Ghost had jumped into action and relocated you to one of the shower benches. He quickly grabbed your shower supplies before coming to sit beside you and letting you lean against him for much needed support. The hot water felt delicious as it rained down over you both, washing every ounce of soreness from your body. Your eyes fell closed as he gently ran your soapy loofa over your skin. All you heard was the sound of the shower and Ghost whispering soothing words of affection in your ear. Those two things were what your mind clung to as you faded in and out of slumber.

At one point, you remember feeling his nails pleasantly massaging your scalp as he washed your hair. There were only a few moments where the coiled texture caught around his fingers, trapping them for a second or two. But he was a quick learner and seemed to adapt to your hair’s character soon afterwards.

Ghost chuckled at the soft whine you made when he stopped the shower’s flow. But it wasn’t long before a soft, fluffy towel enveloped your body in warmth once again. He patted your hair as dry as he could before scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to your room. You peered up at him as you went, giving him a shy and tired smile. And even though you’d just had the most intimate experience with him, his eyes flitting down towards you still made you blush.

“Look at you, snug as a bug,” he murmured. “Wore you out, huh?”

“A bit. But I don’t mind.”

There was an unmistakable spark of pride in his eyes. But he kept things calm and opened the door to your room.

“Let’s get you to bed, princess.”

Ghost tugged your blankets back before gently lowering you onto your bed. Though you were tired, your arms lingered around his shoulders and weakly tugged at him.

“Stay?” you begged, stifling a yawn.

“Don’t you turn those puppy eyes on me like that,” he sighed, lowering your arms to the bed and tucking you in. “I can’t. Not right now. But get some sleep. I’ll see you tonight.”

You nodded, letting your eyelids fall closed. “Thank you, Ghost.”

“No,” he ran his thumb across your cheek. “Thank you.”

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Sometime later, you awoke to a series of knocks on your door and then a familiar face peeking into the room.

“Aw, you look so comfortable,” König cooed, gently shutting the door behind him. “Mind if I join you?”

“Come on over,” you yawned and patted the mattress beside you. “I just needed a little nap.”

König kicked off his boots and crawled onto your bed, curling up beside you. The blankets were drawn up to your chin, enveloping you like a baby wrapped in a blanket. All he could see of you was the top of your head down to your nose. But he could tell by the way your eyes crinkled that you had a sleepy smile on your face.

He tucked your head under his arm, drawing you against his chest. “So, how did it go? Is he a good dominant?”

You nodded, peeking up at him. “Oh, he’s a dom alright. I think he’s gonna be perfect. How about you?”

“I wouldn’t know yet,” he laughed. “I haven’t been as intimate with him as you have yet. But I trust your judgment. I’m excited to see what he’s like firsthand!”

König toyed with your hair, absentmindedly patting your head as you continued to wake up.

“Are you excited to go to the club tonight? All the guys are really looking forward to a good time.”

“I can’t wait! Since all three of us will be there, it’ll be a great time to hang out as a group a bit, too. See how things feel with all of us together, you know?”

"Of course! I'm excited too," he said, leaning his head on top of yours. "I'm so lucky to have you, Maus. I love you so much. Thank you for allowing this."

You gave him a sleepy smile, rubbing the slumber from your eyes. "I love you too, babe."

A loud buzzing sound reverberated from König’s pocket, sending a gentle vibration through the bed. Your phone went off too, but you were happy to ignore it in favor of prolonged snuggles. He always felt so warm! But König pulled out his phone to take a look.

“Oh. Ghost just texted me. He texted both of us.”

You perked up a bit, immediately curious. “Really? What did he say?”

König turned the screen towards you so that you could read it yourself.

Ghost: I’ll be back at the barracks in half an hour. When I get there, I want both of you in my room. I want to talk.

“Ooooo. So mysterious!” You stretched and sat up in bed. “I wonder what he wants to talk about.”

König’s eyes also held a spark of anticipation as he grinned beneath his hood. “Me too.”

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A few minutes before he arrived, Ghost had issued additional instructions for both of you. He didn’t want you just milling around in his room unattended. So now, he'd added the condition that both of you sit on the floor before his desk chair until he showed up. König happily flopped down on the floor in a cross-legged pose, but you had a suspicion Ghost had quite a different posture in mind.

“I think he wants us to kneel,” you said, lowering onto your knees beside him. “I don’t know, it just feels like his thing.”

“Oh.” König giggled, repositioning to imitate your posture. “Like this?”

“Mmhmm! If you want, you can kinda bend your toes under you for support. But having the tops of your feet resting on the floor is fine too. I like having my knees together, but you can spread them too if it feels better.”

He cocked his head to the side in thought before adjusting a bit. After an experimental wiggle, he nodded with approval. “Okay, that feels nice. Thanks, Maus.”

“Of course!”

Just then, the door finally opened and all conversation ground to a halt ceased. You instinctively lowered your eyes to the floor and, when he saw you do so, König quickly followed suit. It was kinda cute that he looked to you for guidance. As a brand new sub, he had much to learn that you were excited to teach. But you were sure Ghost had plenty of ways planned to train him up, too.

Ghost’s footsteps thudded across the room towards the desk. The heavy silence hung in the air like fog as he settled into his chair, sizing up his captive audience. Though he reclined against the backrest, he still managed to make an otherwise lazy pose seem domineering and commanding. He towered over you, his shadow stretching out as if to swallow you whole. The toe of his combat boot tapped a steady rhythm against the floor as he plotted how he would proceed with his two new playthings. The movement filled your vision, mesmerizing you like a pendulum. Neither of you dared look any higher than his thighs, which were spread wide on the edge of the seat. The entire picture was reminiscent of a wolf baring its teeth and preparing to lunge. It was a threat display of sorts. And it was effective.

“First order of business,” Ghost's voice was low and blunt. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right. So, if there’s anything you don’t want me to do, now’s the time to speak up.”

After a pause, König tentatively raised his hand. And after receiving a nod from Ghost, he spoke in a small voice.

“I am willing to do this. And I can handle teasing. But please… do not make fun of my height. Or my shyness. That is all.”

Ghost grunted in acknowledgement. “Noted. Princess?”

You met his eyes, peeking up at him through your lashes. Seeing him staring down at you like that made you feel so small in all the best ways.

“Well, I’m open to a lot of things. But while I like the implications of stuff like knife play, I don’t actually want to be cut. So no permanent scars or marks, please?”

Ghost nodded. “Of course. I may be forceful or rough with you two. But my mission isn’t to harm you. It's to make you feel good in my own special way. Remember that. Anything else?”

When he was met with a prolonged stretch of uninterrupted silence, he was happy to take the floor himself.

“Good. I have a few ground rules myself. König, your girl already knows a bit about how I do things,” Ghost addressed König first, an audible smirk in his voice. “But just in case you get any ideas, let’s get you briefed too.

“When I ask you a question, you will answer me appropriately and with respect. Understood?” His torso shifted as he turned towards you. “Princess?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, voice barely a whisper.

“...Yes, sir,” König echoed, already beginning to blush furiously.

“Good. The only term I want to hear out of your mouths in reference to me is ‘sir’. ‘Master’ or ‘daddy’ are also acceptable, if they are more to your liking.” Ghost turned towards König with the last title he listed, taking note of the tiny whimper he’d made upon hearing it. “ ‘Ghost’ or ‘Simon’ are above your pay grade and will land you in trouble if you let them slip. Got it?”

You replied with your habitual answer. But before König could do the same, Ghost prodded him with a pointed taunt.

“Answer me, boy. Let daddy hear you.”

König visibly shivered at his words, responding in a breathy gasp. “Y-yes,... daddy.”

“Good boy,” Ghost purred, confirming his suspicion before continuing.

“Lastly. When you're with me like this, you are not in control. I am. You do not make demands and you do not give me orders. If there is something you desire, then you will ask. But you belong to me. Both of you. Every inch of your body, every corner of your soul? Mine to use as I see fit. With that said, you only touch yourself if I say you can. You only touch each other if I permit it. And no one gets off until I say so. Are we clear?”

Both of you replied in your appropriately chosen ways, fully submitted and surrendered. For a moment, Ghost just sat there reveling in the power he held over you. But shortly afterwards, he reached into the desk drawer and produced a small wooden box.

“Now that we all know our places, I have a little reminder for you. No matter the occasion or the context, you will not remove these without my direct permission.”

With a crook of his finger, he beckoned you over first. You inched forward on your knees, keeping your eyes on the floor. A firm hand landed on your shoulder to stop you once you knelt between his legs. When he grabbed your chin to slowly lift your gaze, he produced a small object from the box. It was a collar. It was minimalist and simple, easily passable as a mere fashion choice. Just a thin strip of thick, black leather. Each end bore a small golden loop. And dangling from one of them was a small, heart-shaped lock.

"I'm giving you this token of my own free will. And with it, I promise to care for, protect, and love you. I will do everything in my power to make you feel supported, nurtured, and owned. And by receiving it, you're promising me your love, obedience, and submission. Princess," Ghost hummed, momentarily breaking character to cup your cheek in his hand. "Do you willingly accept this collar and all that it represents?"

"Yes, sir," you whispered.

Ghost held your gaze, his eyes a mixture of possessiveness and adoration. This moment, this bond. It was everything to him. And looking into his eyes, you could see his steadfast commitment stronger than words could describe. Your breath quickened as he drew the strip of leather around your neck. The metal loops felt cold as he tugged it snug against your skin. He then produced a small key and fastened the two ends into place within the lock with a faint click. Just the sight of him shoving the key into his pocket afterwards made your stomach flutter with anticipation. You were his now. It was official.

In one fluid motion, Ghost lifted the bottom of his mask and pulled you into a searing kiss. He tugged you against him, his hand gripping the back of your neck as he claimed your lips with heated passion. And with what felt like great effort, he pulled away and left you a swirling flurry of emotions. When you snapped out of your daze, you saw that Ghost was silently pointing back across the room. And after you obediently retreated and resumed your submissive pose, it was König’s turn to approach.

He crept forward hesitantly, being careful not to put even one foot out of place under Ghost’s watchful eye. Seeing such a large man practically cowering before another was a rare sight. But König kept his head bowed, patiently awaiting Ghost’s permission to move any further.

Ghost tilted his chin upward and presented him with a collar of his own. His was markedly different from yours though. It was also black. But instead of leather, it was a thick, metal chain.

"I'm giving you this token of my own free will. With it, I promise to care for, protect, and love you. I will do everything in my power to make you feel supported, nurtured, and owned. And by receiving it, you're also promising me your love, obedience, and submission." Ghost toyed with the hem of his sniper's veil, letting his fingers brush against the bare skin beneath it. "You have much to learn, but I will enjoy training you. König? Do you willingly accept this collar and all that it represents?"

König bit his lip, nodding eagerly. "Yes, sir. I do."

He lifted the hem of his hood, giving Ghost full access to his neck. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed in anticipation. There was a brief flash of hunger in Ghost's eyes as he slipped the metal chain around his throat. The ends of his collar connected at the nape of his neck with a plain, silver loop. And it was much more prominent than your own, but still small enough to evade suspicion. The glossy links of the chain looked durable and strong. Resilient enough to handle a firm yank if required.

As if reading your mind, Ghost slipped his fingers beneath the corded chain and pulled experimentally. König jolted, whimpering loudly as the tension yanked him up onto his knees and tugged his face closer to Ghost’s.

Ghost’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Don’t think I’ll be going easy on you because we're mates either. You gonna be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, daddy,” König was panting, his voice strained under the constriction of the collar.

“Who do you belong to? I want to hear you say it loud and clear.”

“I’m yours,” König gasped, moaning needily at his own admission. “I’m yours.”

Satisfied with the response, Ghost smirked. "Would you like a kiss too? Use your words."

"Yes, sir," he whimpered. "I would like that very much."

Ghost wasted no time giving his collar another tug and bringing his lips against his own. Their mouths clashed, tongues quickly dancing in a ravenous fight for dominance. But it was clear Ghost was winning. His hand dropped to König's hip, tugging him against his body before wandering to the crotch of his pants. Once there, he palmed König's groin, giving his growing excitement a gentle squeeze. The action earned a muffled moan of pleasure from König as he lost himself in the sensations. He hissed as Ghost grabbed his lower lip between his teeth, gently tugging at it before finally letting him go. König squirmed, desperate for the contact to continue.

“So excited for me already? Such a good boy," Ghost chuckled, licking his lips and eyeing König with increased interest. "I'll take care of that for you later tonight. But for now, back to your spot.”

König quickly shrank back, flushed and breathless as he knelt beside you again. You weren’t any better yourself. The brazen display was intensely erotic. You didn’t know how you would feel seeing König manhandled right before your eyes. But God, seeing Ghost make him whimper like that was an addiction you could see yourself getting used to very quickly.

“Now that everything is settled, you’re free to go,” Ghost said, standing and heading for the door. “I’ve taken the liberties of selecting your outfits for tonight's outing. You’ll find everything you require laid out on your beds. You will wear what you find there, nothing more and nothing less. As for how you will conduct yourselves, you may call me 'Ghost' tonight. But don’t take this as an opportunity to misbehave either. I’ll be watching you both. Step out of line and I’ll punish you accordingly the minute we're alone.”

After a synchronized response from the two of you, he walked across the room. As he went, you ventured a peek at him. His eyes slowly raked up and down your body before giving König the same heated attention. Evident hunger simmered beneath his gaze. A burning desire stoked hotter by the second. But he continued past you to the door.

"Oh," Ghost added, grabbing the knob. "And when we return, you're to meet me back here. I'm not done with either of you yet."

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

TW: Sexual content, Oral Sex, TW: Rough Sex, Tight fit, Doggy style, TW: Choking during sex, Deepthroating, Aftercare

(proofreads chapter) ...I want to go to there

In all seriousness though, have fun~ 💅👀

Reader POV:

Ghost's smirk widened as he reveled in his newly acquired status. But his gaze softened ever so slightly when he saw you nervously chew your lip. Though you were beyond excited yourself, you were still shocked by the unexpected turn of events. And he could tell from the look in your eyes that this latest development was a lot to take in. You'd gone from exclusive, to open, to choosing a third all in one day! With that in mind, he made his next approach a bit gentler than his norm. He wanted you so badly. That was undeniable. But he also didn’t want to overwhelm you. He wanted to be absolutely sure this is what you wanted right now.

"So," he hummed, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "Now that nothings stopping us. You sure you want this? I'm no König. I won't hold back, be patient, or be gentle. And if you can't handle that, you should walk away. But if you can, I will make it worth your while. What's it gonna be, princess?"

Your mind was still spinning a bit, but Ghost was right. There was nothing stopping you from saying yes. All three of you were okay with it. And now that you were finally able to admit it to yourself, you could tell from the wetness between your thighs that you were more than okay with what Ghost was offering you. So you didn't need words to answer. All it took was maintaining his gaze and letting your robe silently fall to the floor.

A low growl of approval rumbled in Ghost’s chest, the dangerous fire flickering back into his eyes as he spoke. "On your fucking knees. Now."

You sank to the floor, kneeling before the lieutenant, mouth practically watering with anticipation. Just the memory of the previous night drove you wild. But this time, it wasn’t going to be rushed. This wasn’t going to be tentative. This would be hot and heavy, him claiming you full force. And God, you wanted to feel what that was like.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me, princess," he growled. "On your knees begging for some cock."

Ghost kept his eyes on you as he gripped his erection in his hand. He moaned softly as he stroked himself, letting the head of his cock hover in front of your face. Its tip was already dripping with anticipation and the sight made you lick your lips, eager to taste him.

"Such a pretty little mouth, too. Let's put it to better use, yeah?" Ghost hissed, shoving the head of his cock against your lips. "No teeth. Or I'll make you regret it."

As you obediently opened your mouth, Ghost pushed himself past your lips with a deep moan. The texture of your tongue massaged the underside of his cock as he progressed. You tried to focus on letting your throat go slack as he fed more and more of himself into your mouth. Drops of precum quickly mixed with your saliva, filling your mouth with his taste. He tasted of musk with a hint of salty sweetness. But when you felt his length lodge against the back of your throat, no level of focus could stop your gag reflex from kicking in. Hands pressed against his thighs in panic, you screwed your eyes shut and tried to back off. But Ghost just fisted his hand in your curls and pulled you right back, undeterred as you choked and gasped for breath.

"Through your nose," he groaned, lost in the wet warmth. "Breathe. You can take me."

The stretching sensation made your eyes water. Your jaw was as wide as it could go. But it was clear Ghost wasn't planning to stop. He'd given you guidance, and it was up to you to take it. And given the choice between listening to him or passing out, listening was most preferable. You took a deep breath through your nose, focusing only on consistently breathing in and out as he ventured further. It was only once you'd gotten that down that you could add overpowering the urge to choke to your list of mental tasks.

With a strangled moan, Ghost finally bottomed out and buried your face flush against his groin. Your throat twitched around his length, threatening to spasm again. But you fought the instinct as you felt him begin to move. He was impossibly far down your throat, the sheer fullness almost uncomfortable as your throat stretched to accommodate his girth. If he felt this big in your mouth, you could only imagine how he'd feel elsewhere.

"Good girl," he moaned, gazing down at you through his lashes. "Such a good girl, taking all that cock in your mouth. Bloody hell. Look up at me."

He pulled out a bit, scrambling for his phone and opening the camera.

"Eyes up," he ordered before slowly thrusting just as deep as before. You obediently stared up into the lens of the camera. But adding just that one task caused your careful focus to falter. You couldn't stop your eyes from glazing over and rolling back in your head as you let out a gurgled choke.

"Fuck," he groaned, shuddering as your throat twitched around him. Every gag gave his cock a delectable squeeze, spurring him into a faster pace.

"You should see yourself right now," he purred to the camera, hand almost trembling as he filmed the erotic scene. "Those pretty lips wrapped around my cock like that? Jesus Christ, princess."

He frantically saved the footage and abandoned his phone in favor of a better grip on you. With both hands clutching the back of your head, he found the perfect control needed to really start ramming himself down your throat. Every few thrusts, he'd gasp and crush your face against his groin. He'd hold you there as long as he could, enjoying the way your throat twitched in sync with your choked whimpers. But he always let you up just when your lungs began desperately screaming for oxygen.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl," he growled, panting above you. After a few more firm thrusts, Ghost finally pulled out. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he watched the shimmering string of saliva that dangled between you, bridging the gap between his cock and your lips. Though a deep and unobstructed inhale had never felt so good, his absence simultaneously left you wanting for more. And he clearly felt the same way. He was practically ravishing you with his eyes, no doubt running through every possible way to ruin you and leave you a quivering mess. When he hoisted you up by your bicep and steered you across the shower, you knew he had finally decided just how he wanted to stake his claim on you. In you.

He dragged you along to the center of the shower, hastily pushing you onto your hands and knees. The hardness of the tile was unforgiving as you fell on all fours, but that detail didn't distract you for very long. Ghost crouched behind you, gripping the crease of your hip in one hand. He kept it pressed against his own as his palm bore down between your shoulder blades. And he didn't stop pushing until your chest was flat against the floor. Once satisfied with your posture, Ghost grasped both your wrists in one hand, stretching your arms out over your head until you lay prone in his shadow.

You gasped with anticipation when you felt the fat head of his cock prod your entrance. He hadn't even entered you yet. But though his length was still liberally lubed from before and an obscene amount of wetness dripped from your folds, just that initial contact made you brace for an excruciatingly tight fit. Ghost didn’t push in, though. Not yet. Once he was aligned, he stretched himself out over your back, supporting himself with a hand gripping each of your wrists.

"Here's what's gonna happen," Ghost hissed in your ear. "I'm gonna fuck that tight little twat of yours raw. Right here, right now. And you're gonna be a good girl and take every fucking inch I give you. I'm gonna fuck you so deep you'll feel it for weeks. And maybe, if I'm feeling generous, I'll let you cum on my cock."

Every word out of his mouth earned an increasingly needy whimper from you. He clearly knew just what to say to stoke your lust to a raging fire. Because it was working instantly.

In one fluid motion, he rammed himself into your slick heat with a guttural snarl of pleasure. You let out a strangled moan, your whole body rocking forward at the impact. And before you could attempt to prepare, he backed out and did it again. And again. He was definitely bigger than König. And thicker, too. You grunted as he impaled you again, every re-entry making your sex bulge and throb as it stretched to its full limit. The sensations danced between pain and pleasure as he built a wild pace.

"Ghost!" You whimpered between gasps. "Ghost, slow down!"

"I don't take orders from you," he gritted his teeth, growling loudly as your walls gripped him from all sides.

Each word was punctuated with a brutal snap of his hips that seemed to force the air from your lungs. This was an entirely different meaning of the word "full". This was the kind of fullness you could feel in your stomach. The kind of fullness that you could probably see in your stomach, too. You went into this well aware that he wouldn't be gentle. But at this rate, he was going to break you in half.

"Ah! Ghost, please!"

"Aw, what's wrong?" he huffed, groaning at your tightness. "Can't handle some cock?"

Having found his desired pace, Ghost readjusted his hold. Seizing your throat in a vise-like grip for leverage, he leaned back and began pounding away at your cervix.

"That's it. Fucking take it," he yanked you back to meet every bruising thrust, his voice low and husky behind you. "Let me wreck your fucking guts. Gonna ruin your tight little cunt. God, I'm gonna stretch you out so good. Gonna make you mine."

"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" You whined as pleasure began to rage deep within you, easily overshadowing any registry of pain. As depraved as it was, his vulgar words only drove that pleasure deeper. The roughness. The dominance. The fullness. Him etching himself into your depths to leave his mark. All of it was mixing into a heady arousal. And from the increasingly wet sounds, you knew a fresh wave of your excitement was starting to flow down your thighs. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room. But Ghost was making no effort to be quiet.

The sounds that were coming out of him. He sounded wild, animalistic, possessed even. It stirred something deep within you. Something raw and primal. Craning your neck back further, you could see just how unhinged he'd become. His eyes were aflame with pure lust, his gaze burning into your skin and focused on the way your body quaked with every roll of his hips. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. You could see every muscle of his abdomen ripple and flex with each thrust. His arms bulged as he tightened his hold, unwilling to grant you even an inch of escape.

Ghost's eyes shot up to meet your blatant stare. And seeing his unfiltered lust behind the mask? All while his length pummeled your core? The sight alone made you spasm into an instant release. You came with a strangled cry, an eruption of wetness trickling down Ghost’s thighs as a result.

"God! Fuck me," Ghost groaned, throwing his head back as your heat ruthlessly constricted and sucked at his cock. He gritted his teeth, riding out the stuttered spasms of your climax "Jesus, you're so tight. Shit!"

His body fell over you, tilting your hips and pressing you down under his weight as he chased his own sweet reward. That slight adjustment altered his angle, allowing him to somehow go even deeper. All you could do was moan at the onslaught. Overstimulation was quickly settling in as he buried his face in your neck. But it surged to new heights when Ghost sank his teeth into your shoulder.

"Mmm! Ghost!" You screamed. It was much louder than intended, but you couldn't keep quiet anymore. The mind-numbing pleasure you felt wouldn't allow it.

"That's it, just like that," Ghost growled between desperate pants, hot air flooding the side of your face with each word. "Let me hear you, princess. Fucking scream my name while I fill you to the brim."

"Oh my god, Ghost! Ghost!"

Your last word morphed into a whimpered cry of release as a second orgasm seized your body. And after a series of low grunts, you felt him twitch within you as he followed close behind. Molten heat gushed into your depths, filling every available space before quickly running out and streaming down your thighs. His pace slowed to firm, precise thrusts as he moaned through his climax. And with one final rush of warmth, he finally went still and collapsed above you.

The two of you laid there for quite a while, savoring the blissful aftershock of pleasure. Ghost panted from sheer exertion, supporting most of his weight on his forearms so as not to crush you. You went limp beneath him, no strength left as you gasped for breath.

"You okay?" He breathed, coming down from his high.

"Mmmm," you gave a weak nod, your head still firmly in the clouds. Beyond that, all you could muster were sighs of pure bliss.

Ghost rolled onto his side, tugging you against his chest and cradling you in his arms. You never would have pegged him as the type for aftercare. And, as was seeming to be his style, it was still a tad distant. But knowing just how closed off he was, even this small gesture went a long way. Lying there with his arms wrapped around you, you had not a single complaint.

"My sweet girl," he trailed his thumb over your cheek, chuckling into your hair. "Didn't I tell you I'd make it worth your while?"

I know this story includes some pretty intense themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story is intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Dominant Ghost, Submissive Reader, Rough Ghost, Groping, Grinding, Spanking (briefly), TW: Dub-con

Reader POV:

"I’m not asking about him. I’m asking about you. I need to know you want me too.”

His last words echoed in your mind as your stomach erupted in butterflies. The heady scent of cigarette smoke, the invasion of your personal space, his frank admission. It was all starting to make your head spin. Hot breath washing over your neck and calloused hands dropped low on your sides, rubbing delicious circles over your hips. It was all too much to focus through.

A strong current of arousal was threatening to pull you under as the hem of your bathrobe eased on your thighs. And if you didn’t stop this now, there’d be no going back. So, despite the lust beginning to coil in your belly and the rosy flush over your cheeks, you forced yourself to shift away from his advance.

"Ghost, don’t," you gasped, fighting desperately to keep a clear head. "We can't."

You pushed away from the wall and started towards the door. But you only made it a few steps when his hand clamped down on your arm and dragged you right back.

“No,” he snapped, slamming the other against the wall above your shoulder and effectively caging you in place. “You don't get to walk away. I need to know."

His hold dropped to your wrist, yanking your hand to his groin. And no matter how much you resisted, you couldn’t hold back a whispered moan. Your hand pressed against his cock. His excitement, his size. Though the towel remained in place, it left hardly anything to the imagination. Ghost guided your hand over his throbbing length, ensuring you felt every inch of his raging need.

"This," he hissed, lightly thrusting into your palm with a growl. "This is what you've done to me. This is all your fault. And you think I’m just gonna let you walk away? No, you’re not leaving me without an answer. Use your words and tell me what I want to know."

"Ghost, I'm with König," you spoke the words like a mantra. Like a reminder not just for him, but for both of you.

"I didn’t ask who you’re with. I’m asking who you want. Who you need.” He was growling now, arousal and annoyance quickly driving him to frustration. “The other night. When I touched you? When you let me touch you and then tried to cover your ass by begging me to let you go. Did you mean it?”

“Ghost, I-,” you stammered, unsure of what to say.

You couldn’t go there. You couldn’t let him make you go there. You couldn’t let him make you say yes. You and König were still exclusive. Though the idea of a third was on the table, König hadn’t given the greenlight for anything yet. And telling Ghost such a thing was even a possibility would only embolden him further and confuse you both. But Ghost wasn’t backing down. And he wouldn’t settle for silence. You whimpered as he yelled in your face.

“Did you fucking mean it!”

“No!”

The word echoed through the room as both of you froze. You clamped your hands over your mouth in horror, mortified at what you had somehow just said. Where did that even come from? The unfiltered truth had been startled out of you, the word slipping past your lips before your brain could try to stop it. What had you just done? What the hell had you just done?

You shook your head frantically, trying to somehow reverse everything back to five seconds earlier. All this time, he had been wedging his foot in the door, and now you had practically flung it wide open for him. If you couldn’t fend him off then, you were utterly hopeless now.

“Wait,” you rushed, frantically trying to reverse your admission. “That wasn’t what I meant to say, I-”

Ghost growled, the sound vibrating low in his chest, hands seizing your hips in a bruising grip. His nails gouged into your hips as he whipped you around. There was no time to react before your cheek was pressed against the tile wall. Ghost lunged forward, sandwiching you firmly between it and his body. Pinpricks of moisture seeped from his chest, through the thin silk of your robe, and onto your skin as he melded his torso against your back.

“Then what the hell are we waiting for?” he rasped.

Ghost yanked the tie of your robe, causing its front to fall open. You braced for the frigid sting of cold tile. But as soon as your bare skin was made available, two large hands clutched your breasts from behind. Ghost squeezed at the pillowy mounds of flesh, moaning hungrily against your neck. And though the tile was freezing cold, you gasped as your body flooded with intense warmth.

“God, I should have grabbed you the minute I laid eyes on you,” Ghost hummed, rutting against you. “You fucking tease.”

You whimpered at the friction, his girth thrusting against your ass. It seemed König had some competition because Ghost clearly wasn’t lacking when it came to size. The firm protrusion occasionally slipped beneath your robe, giving him a rush of added heat through the towel. You could feel him snarl and shudder at your back. His hips snapped forward, desperate for more of the same. The unexpected forcefulness slamming you against the tile.

“Ghost, wait!” You had to work hard to even get the words out past your own sounds of pleasure. But you knew you had to do something.

“No more waiting,” he panted, tossing his towel to the floor and letting out a loud moan when he could finally feel your bare skin against his cock. “I want you now.”

“No, wait! Just let me explain, please!”

With an exasperated sigh, he stilled. “You have thirty seconds. And I’m not stopping again, so you better make it good.”

He didn’t back off of you. His length remained firmly pressed against your ass and his hands fused to your body. But they dropped down to your waist and went still as he awaited your monologue. Not wanting to waste any time or risk him cutting you off, you rushed into your speech.

“Yes, I’m attracted to you! And yes, I want you too! But just before he left for practice, König admitted he’s really into threesomes and stuff. He wants to add a third to our relationship, okay? So if you just let me get my phone and let me ask him first, then we can do this with a clear conscience. Okay? Please? Then we’ll have all of this out in the open. If he agrees with it, you could be our third!”

Ghost paused, thinking the idea over. If he wanted to, he could flat out refuse and take you right there against the bathroom wall. Nothing was stopping him. And when he pressed in on you again, you assumed that was the option he had chosen.

"Where's your phone?" He huffed.

"In my room," you rushed. "It's in my room, on the bed!"

“Fine,” He whispered, gripping your waist painfully tight in his hands, lowering his mouth to your ear. “Don’t. Move. I’m gonna go get your phone. But I want your ass right where I left you when I come back. If you take so much as one step, I’ll know. Clear?”

“Okay,” you whimpered, your boldness quickly faltering. But you yelped in shock when he slapped your ass.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d been promoted to captain.”

Though his voice was saturated with sarcasm, the dry military humor was completely lost on you. You just stood there, stumbling for words until he finally spelled it out for you.

“I outrank you, princess,” Ghost hissed. “Always have, always will. So when I ask you a question, you say ‘yes sir’. Are we clear?”

Your face burned at the bold request, his brazen display of dominance sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine. It immediately snapped your inner submissive to attention, prompting you to quickly drop your eyes and comply.

“Y-yes, sir.”

A soft growl of approval was all you got in response. He gave your ass one final squeeze before he backed away and sauntered out of the bathroom.

Just as Ghost had directed, you obediently stayed exactly as he left you: cheek against the wall and robe hanging loosely around your body. You hadn’t heard the door close on his way out, so he’d left it wide open. And it was probably intentional. You hoped that no one else would come wandering through the barracks within the next few minutes. If another member of his team happened to wander through the barracks, you’d be in full view. A simple glance would reveal you standing there practically naked and standing directly in line with the doorway. The thought was mortifying, but that fear was likely the exact thing Ghost wanted you to feel. A bold exhibition of your obedience and complete submission to him. A clear reminder of who was in control and who was not. If such a thing happened, he’d probably get some twisted thrill out of it.

All of that in mind, you were beyond grateful when the sound of his footsteps returned to the room. And you were even more relieved when you heard the door swing shut behind him. But as soon as it had, you detected the unmistakable click of the lock turning. That one act posed as a double-edged sword. It meant there’d be no unwanted witnesses to your current state. But it also implied there’d be no escape for you. Yet another reminder of who wielded authority here.

As he nonchalantly entered your field of view, you could see that he’d kept his word. Ghost had your phone in hand and was lazily pacing back and forth behind you. And even though you desperately wanted to grab it, you knew better than to stray from your post. So you set your jaw and tried to be patient.

"Passcode?" Ghost barked, turning the lock screen toward you.

From his tone alone, you knew it wasn't a request. It was a command. So you hurriedly recited the four digit code to unlock your phone. And once you heard the soft click as it opened, you hoped he would finally pass it to you. But Ghost was in no hurry. He was taking his sweet time looking at doing who knows what, occasionally commenting on things he found particularly amusing.

"Really?" He asked, derisively.

"What?"

"Your background. You're one of those girls, huh? A furry?"

You blushed, knowing exactly what he was talking about. König had sent you a cute selfie a while ago. And you'd decided to edit it for fun. By the time you were finished with it, he had pink cat ears on his helmet, little whiskers sticking out of his hood, and a fluffy white tail. His helmet was decorated with various pink and purple hearts and small rainbows. It had been an inside joke the two of you had spent hours laughing over, so you'd saved it as your phone background for kicks.

"No," you said, letting out a nervous giggle. "It was just a joke."

Ghost shrugged, but he kept stalling and you kept fuming. He was taunting you and he was well aware of it. He was trying to drive you so mad with curiosity that you’d defy his order and step away from the wall. He wanted you to fail and you knew swift punishment would follow the split second you did. So you bit your lip and screwed your eyes shut, doing your best to block him out. Now, you could see him pressing buttons and typing.

"Ghost, what are you doing on my phone?"

"Nothing," he chuckled, swiping closed whatever application he had been in. "Added myself to your contacts for you. Just in case."

Ghost drew out the torturous suspense a bit while longer. But eventually, he returned to his previous position at your back.

“Since you behaved,” he hummed, tugging you back against his body. “You wanna text him now?”

You nodded hesitantly, keeping your movements small and slight. “Yes, sir.”

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he chuckled. “I’m going to enjoy training you, princess. At ease, here you go.”

You slowly turned, head tilted back to watch his face in case this was just another ploy of his. But he didn’t stop you. He simply opened your messages, opened the conversation with König, and passed the phone to you. Then, he settled in to watch the suspenseful scene play out from above. Being half naked, locked in a bathroom, trapped between a wall and a massive man? All of those things were making it increasingly difficult to stay calm or focus. But as you began composing your message, you did your very best to muscle through. Now was not the time to be distracted.

You: Hey, love. I had an idea for the throuple thing you mentioned earlier?

Since König was still at practice, you knew there'd be at least a minute or two before he could reply. But fortunately, a text bubble appeared shortly afterward.

König: Sure. What's on your mind, Maus?

You: Well, I was wondering how you would feel about Ghost being our third. If you're okay with that, can I ask him?

König: Of course! He was my first pick too! That's actually what I was gonna ask you about later. So that's fine by me.

You: Okay. And if he says yes? Do I need to wait for you before… before doing anything with him?

Now that you were the one anxiously awaiting an answer, you could understand Ghost insistently pressing you for one earlier. The waiting, the not knowing? It was awful and it made you so anxious. And your heart hammered in your chest to see how he would respond. But when he did, there was no way to misconstrue his thoughts on the matter.

König: Not at all! Just tell me all about it later. Have fun, Maus!

I know this story includes some pretty intense themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story is intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Hmmm~ After the way this chapter ends, I wonder what will happen next~ Hold onto your butts though, because a wild twist is coming very very soon!

Brooding Ghost, horny Ghost, sexually frustrated Ghost, surprised Reader, inquisitive Reader, [classified information lol. just read for the full details]

Ghost POV:

Though everyone else had happily found their way to the mess hall after sparring practice, Ghost had completely lost his appetite. There was a sickness curdling in his stomach and it had nothing to do with digestion. It it was, it'd be preferable to what he was feeling. No, all of this was instead coming from his head. From his emotions. He sullenly traversed the halls of the barracks like a vengeful wraith. On his march to his room, everyone immediately gave him a wide berth as he passed. No one dared utter a word to him, his simmering expression making doubly sure of that. But even so, he still heard their whispers. Everyone was abuzz about his moment of humiliation. And it pissed him off. It was bad enough that the girl had unmasked him like that in front of the entire team. That she’d managed to catch him off guard when he should have had the upper hand from start to finish. But the whirlwind of heated gossip whipping through the base only made it worse.

Ghost wasn’t necessarily sore that his mask had been removed. In truth, he’d been seen without it a handful of times. Sometimes, combat got a little unruly and it couldn’t be avoided if he wanted to make it out alive. A few team mates had spotted him when he’d thought he was alone and craved sunlight on his skin. So it wasn’t just about his mask coming off. It was that she had been the one to do it. Her, the seductive thorn in his side that he couldn’t manage to dig out. It seemed that no matter what he did, his mind was haunted with her presence whether she was there in the flesh or not.

He’d tried giving her the cold shoulder in an effort to keep her distant - and to keep his hands off her. But she still drew him in like a star caught in the greedy pull of a black hole. He’d scared her shitless last night when he'd put his hands on her, unable to resist the tempting opportunity. But that peek at his more dangerous side should have sent her running like hell. And it hadn’t. He hadn’t held back during sparring either. He’d roughed her up a bit and admittedly taken things a step too far in the end. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t get her to leave, stay away from him, or stay out of his head.

Losing his cool during their match was yet another pain point to add to his lengthy list. He never lost it like that. Ever. No one made his cold, distanced demeanor crack. It was his trademark, what he was known for. But she had come along and made him snap in a matter of seconds. She’d done it easily, too. Acting in blissful ignorance, unaware of just how much control she wielded over him. How every brief moment of contact made him ache with need for more. How his hands had been desperate for any excuse to hold her, to touch her. How his cock had been throbbing painfully in his pants the entire time. And how it was continuing to do so even now.

Ghost sat in his room, sulking through the lunch hour. His stomach was beginning to protest at the lack of food, but it would have to wait. There was too much on his mind right now. And the last thing he needed added to it was a hoard of chattering people on all sides. What Ghost needed most was to try to sort through everything he was feeling. Emotions were never his strong suit. In order to do what he did so well, they had to be viewed as dangerous distractions and nothing more. But while he had the time, he did his best to pick apart just what he was feeling in an effort to find some manner of relief.

Anger. Annoyance. Frustration. Hatred. Envy. Longing. Desire. Hunger. Need.

All of those terms eventually came through loud and clear. But the consistent cord that connected them all was arousal. Desperate, unrelenting arousal. Perhaps that was the key he was looking for. Maybe tugging that one cord would unravel the maddening knot of feelings that continued to expand in his mind.

With a resigned huff, he reached into his closet and grabbed his soiled glove from his hamper. He’d thrown it in there in a brief fit of frustration. But deep down, he knew he could never bring himself to wash it - to wash her away. Maybe he should. Maybe it was things like this that made this nightmare even more of a living hell. But at the same time, if he couldn’t have her, this vulgar trace might be the closest he’d ever get to the real thing.

“Just need to get this outta my system,” he reasoned, inhaling in the remnants of her intoxicating scent that lay trapped within the woven fibers. He hurriedly undid his belt and shoved his hand down his trousers, firmly grasping his throbbing erection in his fist. “A quick wank oughta do it. Then you get your fucking shit together, Ghost.”

He knew how low he looked. Honestly, he felt pretty low, too. Sitting alone in his darkened room, frantically tugging at his cock while huffing a slick-stained glove. It felt juvenile. It made him feel like a hormonal teen whose sole mission in life was to finally touch a girl for the first time. He shouldn’t have to resort to this, not at his age. Not when the girl of his dreams was sitting right there within his reach. Ghost did his best to shove his raging jealousy down once and for all, hoping a quick release would clear his mind. But as he shot his load with a muffled growl, that feeling just came back even stronger. All his body craved was her. And anything less than that just made him crave her even more. It was like being offered a cup of ice when what you really wanted was ice cream. No matter how much of it you were given, it would never meet that need. It would never be enough. This would never be enough.

“Ghost!” Price banged on his door as he hurried passed. “EMT starts in ten!”

Ghost rolled his eyes, falling back onto his bed. And as he laid there, scowling up at the ceiling and cursing the day König’s girlfriend had first set foot on base, he wanted nothing more than to remain there for the rest of the day.

Reader POV:

As you gathered your shower supplies in your room, the idea of a hot shower was sounding better and better. And since Ghost was leading a practice everyone else was guaranteed to be at for a good while, it was the perfect time to claim the bathroom while you still had it to yourself.

The entire time you changed, your mind was completely hooked on the latest secret König had teased. The suspense was killing you! Part of you wanted to shoot him a text or call him. Or get a hold of Price and tell him you needed König and it was an emergency. But you quickly thought better of it. You could all too easily see such a message sending a stampede of concerned armed men towards your room to figure out what was wrong. It looked like you'd just have to suck it up and be patient.

After slipping out of your sweat-stained clothes and slipping on your bathrobe, you threw a few items into your shower caddy. Then you slowly made your way down the hall in search of the bathroom. Your muscles were still aching from that morning's face off. And you knew a moment of solitude paired with hot water raining down on your back would be the perfect way to recharge.

You’d seen pictures of military shower rooms before, so you had a general idea of what to expect. A large portion of a room that functioned as one giant communal shower with benches along its periphery. A row of shower heads that ran along the top of the wall with individual controls installed under each one. Tile walls and flooring that sloped ever so slightly towards the center of the room where a drain was located.

You hoped the shower heads had a good range of motion. Because, if you could line it up just right, the temptation to just lie on your stomach and let all the water massage your back was very strong. But you were immediately disappointed when you entered the bathroom. There was a short corridor of shelves where you could stash bags or clothing. Off to the right were multiple sinks, urinals, and bathroom stalls. And directly ahead were the showers. They were exactly as you had expected, down to the little benches. Everything looked perfect! But sitting in the middle of the furthest one was someone else who apparently had the same shower schedule that you had.

Ghost sat facing the wall back, hunched over and rummaging through his bag in search of something. Rivulets of water were trailing down the broad expanse of his back before disappearing into a towel that cinched low around his hips. He must have just finished a shower a few minutes ago.

You considered saying something to alert him to your presence, but instead chose to remain silent and watch him with curiosity. You'd never had the chance to really look at him without his glare making you shy away. And without all his gear or his constantly hardened gaze, he almost looked human. It didn't surprise you that he was still wearing his mask though. You doubted he was crazy enough to actually waterboard himself by showering with it on. He’d most likely slipped it back into place as soon as his face and hair were sufficiently dry. But who knew for sure? What did surprise you were the jagged scars criss-crossing over his back. They were all healed and some looked older than others. But you could tell from the way they looked that each one must have been excruciating to earn.

A few seconds later, he withdrew his hand from his bag. A gentle clicking sound echoed off the tile walls as he lit a cigarette and took a long draw. The smoke floated through the air as the pungent scent of burnt tobacco filled the room. Ghost exhaled, blowing a cloud of smoke out through his mask.

"Done staring yet?"

He’d spoken the words without so much as a glance over his shoulder. He’d known you were there the whole time!

“I’m sorry, I was just going to take a shower,” you stammered.

“Then why aren’t you showering?”

“Smart ass,” you muttered internally. But you straightened your back and continued into the bathroom. It looked like he’d be on his way out soon and you were determined to get the shower you craved. But while the opportunity presented itself, you figured now was as good a time as any to try to smooth things over as best you could.

“I wanted to apologize about the thing with your mask,” you said hesitantly. “I didn’t know it was a sensitive thing for you. But I crossed a line and I’m really sorry.”

Ghost didn’t speak right away, instead raising the cigarette back to his lips and inhaling again before responding.

"You saw an opening and you took it. Nothing to be sorry about. You’re the talk of the base now anyway. Don’t lie, I know you’re enjoying it, too."

There was a long moment of uncomfortable silence. You didn’t really know how to respond to that statement. And it was hard to tell if it was an insulting dig or an innocent observation. So, instead of answering, you tried to distract yourself by pulling items out of your shower caddy. In the background, the steady rhythm of Ghost’s smoking continued.

He breathed out, surrounding himself in a light haze before speaking again. “...You okay?”

The question completely caught you off guard. After how ruthless he’d been in the gym, the last thing you had expected was for him to care about how you felt afterward. There was something hesitant in his tone, too. It was almost repentant. Knowing him, this was probably his distanced way of apologizing. And you suspected it was the closest you’d get to the real thing.

“I’m fine,” you said, accepting the meager olive branch. “Just a little sore.”

Ghost grunted softly before returning to his cigarette, going quiet again. Apology or not, you hoped he’d quickly finish his cigarette and just leave so you could de-stress in peace. After your chat with König, there was a lot on your mind that you wanted to sort through. And you wanted to sort through it alone. The last thing you needed was a peeping tom loitering just a few steps away. So you took your time arranging your body wash and shampoo on the shelf suspended beneath the first showerhead.

"Why are you here, Y/n?" His voice sounded exasperated. Or annoyed. It was hard to tell.

You stopped, bewildered at the odd question. "I came to visit König."

"No," he said, finally turning to face you and rising to his feet. “Why are you here? In here with me instead of out there with your mates? After what I did to you, you should be running like hell. You could have run the minute you saw me in here. But you didn’t. So why stay?”

“I told you,” you gave him a nervous laugh, pulling a small loofa out of your shower caddy and setting it down beside your body wash. “I need to take a shower. Anyway, Price wants us to get along. So I guess that’s another reason why I haven’t left.”

Ghost huffed again, crossing his arms and giving you a pointed stare. And when you met his eyes across the room, a wave of exasperation hit you like a load of bricks.

“Look,” you sighed, mirroring his pose. “I know you don't like me, okay? You’ve made that very clear. But let’s just get this assignment over with. Then we can both move on, go our separate ways, and you can hate me as much as you'd like.”

“...You think I hate you?” he asked, slowly starting to approach.

“Honestly, Ghost? I don’t know what to think anymore! You avoided me like the plague when I first got here. Then you fucking assaulted me last night! And then this morning, you almost broke my neck. What am I supposed to think?”

“Do you know what an addiction feels like?” he asked, abruptly changing the topic as he drew nearer to where you stood.

As he walked, your eyes couldn't help but flit down to the waist of his towel. A triangular section of his hips crested above the soft fabric, tilting in a gentle sway in sync with his steps. His torso rose upward in a sharp “V”, the edges of various muscles creating defined lines that hugged the base of his stomach as it tapered outward. Water glistened on his bare skin in a sheen, and tiny droplets of water clung to the light hairs on his chest. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat and tried to make sense of his question, slowly lifting your eyes as he stared down at you.

“Do I what?”

Ghost continued his advance, following his train of thought almost absentmindedly. And images of the previous night flickered through your mind as your back met the shower wall. But he didn’t stop until there was only an inch of separation between your bodies. His hand slowly rose, and for a moment, you thought he was going to grab you by the throat all over again. But this time, his hand rose higher as he reached for your hair. His fingers wound themselves in one of the stray spirals, gently tugging at it. As he spoke, he watched transfixed as it stretched before slipping from his grasp and bouncing back against your temple in a tight coil.

“All it takes is one taste. Then you’re fucked. It sinks its teeth into you, dragging you back like a slave no matter how hard you fight. No matter how strong you think you are. No matter who or what is in your way. It's obsession. Hunger. Need. A craving so strong, you feel like you’d die unless you kept coming back for more.”

He paused. His eyes were intense as always, but beneath that fire was a hint of pleading. They looked desperate and haunted. It felt like he wanted to say more. But he paused, taking a deep breath. “Do you know what that feels like?”

“No?” Your answer came out hesitantly, like a question. You’d never seen him like this before. Expressive? Conversational, even. It was like he was in a trance.

“That’s what I feel when I’m near you. When you look at me? When you’re close to me? That’s what I feel. I can’t get you to stay the fuck out of my head and it pisses me off.”

His gaze burned as he went on. “I want you. I want you and I want you so bad it bloody hurts. I could give you everything you need that König can’t give. I could do it right here, right now. So why the fuck won’t you just let me?”

“Because I can’t do that to König, Ghost,” you said, carefully. “I can’t hurt him like that.”

“I’m not asking about him,” he rasped, pressing in even closer. His hips pressed flush against you and you could feel the unmistakable outline of his desire pressing against you too. “I’m asking about you. I need to know you want me too.”

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Important plot points, König and reader fluff, TW: mild sexual shame, nervous König, comforting reader

Reader POV:

Any thoughts of attending practice were long gone as König happily snuggled in bed with you instead. You hoped that he at least had some excuse or alibi ready, though. The thought of Price catching you breaking rules again after already getting in trouble for that the day before made you a bit nervous. But at the same time, you guessed he would be understanding. You were both young and in love. And since you rarely ever got time to spend together, one missed practice couldn’t be the end of the world.

"Okay, I have to ask," you laughed, signaling to him that you wanted to sit up. "You said I was your first. So, how are you this good at sex?"

"I'm just lucky," he laughed, rolling off of you. But there was a poorly concealed nervousness in his voice. "You're a great teacher, Maus."

Sensing there was more going on than he wanted to admit, you gave him a skeptical squint and pressed the issue. "While I'm flattered at the compliment, no one on earth is that lucky or catches on that quick. Come on, you can tell me!"

"Well," König sat up, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "When I told everyone you'd be visiting, Soap might have given me some… study materials. To prepare."

"Oh my god," your mind reeled in shock. "It was porn. Soap gave the man porn!" No wonder he had been so invested in your bedroom shenanigans! All the winks and suggestive glances? He probably knew every detail of what König would do to you! Because he'd given him all the ideas himself!

Though your face flushed at the thought, you weren’t angry at König. Both of your schedules were often packed to the brim. And because of that, even you had no qualms about pleasuring yourself on your own to bridge the gap or just relax. But König had never really seemed the type to do the same. He always seemed so innocent somehow.

"It was only a little! Just enough to give me some... Well, some inspiration. To get started," he rushed, before meekly hanging his head in shame. "…But I admit to exploring a bit on my own, too."

"There's no shame in that! It's okay! I'm not upset. Just surprised!"

Clearly, the topic of self-pleasure was still a source of guilt for him. Seeing him this distraught over watching a little porn was surprising, but you could also relate since you'd been there yourself at one point. The reminder instantly made you sympathetic, urging you to help him overcome it however you could. But having gotten past the initial confession, he quickly returned to cuddling. His hands trailed over your body distractingly and you knew he was attempting to halt the discussion there. But you had so many questions now and weren't ready to drop the topic just yet.

"Well, now I'm curious. I've admitted my kinkier tastes." You poked his thigh playfully. "It's your turn now. What kind of stuff are you into that you haven't told me?"

The skin around his eyes flushed a deep red as he dropped his hands to his sides and looked away. "...I'd rather not say. It's nothing."

"König, I promise you. At this point, there's nothing you could say that would shock me! There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re both adults here."

He continued to hesitate, so you rolled over and wrapped your arms around him. König accepted the warm gesture, but jolted when he felt his phone slip out of his pocket before you danced out of his reach with it in hand.

"Maus, what are you doing!"

"We’ll rip it off like a band-aid, okay? I'll just take a peek. …Bitte?"

He quickly sat up on the edge of the bed, moving as if about to chase after you. But he hung back, mind spinning so fast you could practically hear the gears turning. His eyes were a bit wide and he was still blushing furiously. But after a shaky sigh, he told you the pass code and you unlocked his phone.

"Just promise me," he whispered. "Promise you won't think differently of me?"

"I'm sure it's nothing I haven't seen before," you reassured him, navigating to his browser. "I just want to know how to make you feel as good as you make me feel. That’s all!"

As he sat there fidgeting, you scrolled through his search history. Just from the fact that it was all still there made it evident he was very new to this. No incognito mode and not a single thing had been deleted! The lines of text flew by in a blur as you scrolled to the bottom of the list, choosing to work your way up from there. You were curious to see what Soap had sent him and how things had developed from there.

Most of it was pretty basic: a lot of missionary stuff, erotic massage tutorials, and a few anatomical diagrams of the female form. From what you knew of Soap, you wouldn’t have been shocked to find the most obscene and lewd content, some sent as jokes and some for guidance. But Soap had thankfully started him off slow. He was actually taking König under his wing and trying to help him out without overwhelming him right out the gate. It reminded you of how a parent might educate a son. And it was kinda sweet!

But past that point, you could immediately tell that König had started to take over. Your eyebrows piqued with interest as you retraced König's steps. There were multiple entries that centered around the female orgasm. What it looked like, how it felt for her, and different ways to achieve it. He had literally searched the phrases "how to touch a girl right", "does sex hurt for girls", and "how to make a girl feel good in bed". It was so innocent, so thoughtful. He was definitely interested in sex, but he hadn't been solely focused on his own pleasure. He had been determined to make this a good experience for you too! And it warmed your heart.

From there, things began to sharply diverge as he had begun exploring his own curiosities. There were images of men kneeling before leather-clad women, ropes fastened tightly around their bodies. There were saved videos depicting burly-looking men in handcuffs or blindfolds, begging for permission to orgasm as a dominatrix spanked them with a paddle. And suddenly, his recent behavior began to make sense. König was a sub! Or, at the very least, the idea intrigued him.

"Do you like the idea of me being in charge during sex?" you asked gently, trying to help him open up.

But König wouldn't meet your eyes, instead focusing on straightening the blankets. "I don't know. Maybe? …Yes?"

"König, I think you're a sub."

His eyes widened. "What does that mean? Is it bad?! Maus, I'm sorry! I can fix it!"

"No, no," you laughed. "It's not bad! I'm one too! Remember when I asked you to choke me?"

"But I can't!" he whined. "It doesn't feel right. It makes me feel like a monster and I hate it."

"I know! But what about if I choked you? Would that feel right? Would it feel good?"

He paused, thinking for a moment. "I think I might like that? I don't know. It felt unfair to ask after I told you no."

You took a moment to give him a brief crash course of BDSM. The short speech covered topics like roleplay, bondage, and pain for sexual pleasure. And you made sure to thoroughly explain the difference between a dominant and a submissive. As you did so, König seemed to relax a bit more as understanding started to kick in.

"And you are a sub too, yes?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Mmhmm! I wonder if we both are! Because I was willing to give it a try earlier, I can't really get into a dom headspace either. It’s just not my cup of tea. But we both want the same things done to us, but the idea of doing them to someone else makes us uncomfortable."

König paused, processing your words. "Interesting."

Relaxing a bit more, König laid back on the bed. He lay there silently mulling over this new information as you continued to explore. But what you found next made your eyes grow wide in shock. Link after link, from that point all the way up to just a few days ago, he'd only searched for one specific theme: "Two boys and one girl", "Three people having sex", "Two men sharing a girl". And it wasn't long until he’d found the specific genre he was looking for. Threesomes, cuckolding, threesomes, group sex, threesomes, threesomes, threesomes. In a knee-jerk reaction that you instantly regretted, your jaw dropped. And König immediately covered his face, well aware of what you had finally discovered.

"I'm so sorry," he cried. "You probably think I'm disgusting. It's sick, I know. What girl wants her lover fantasizing about sharing her with another man? Who does that?"

"König-," you began, coming over to sit beside him. You turned off his phone, not wanting the sight of the evidence to upset him even further. But it was no use as he continued to ramble.

"I love you!" he pleaded. "I really do, I mean it! I don't want you to think that I am not satisfied. That I'm not content with just you as you are. I never should have looked at such a thing. And I'll never look at it again, I swear on my life!"

"König!" You shook him by the shoulders, trying to snap him out of his rapid descent into despair. Or at the very least, break his fall. "I'm not disgusted! I was just totally caught off guard! But if that's what you like, it's okay!"

He sniffled softly, looking up at you with puffy, tear-filled eyes. "Really?"

"Yes! If it's something that you enjoy or something that you'd like to try, I'm okay with that. Honest. …Is it something you'd like to try?"

König sat quietly, wiping his eyes and thinking for a moment. “Are you sure you’d be comfortable with that?”

Now, it was your turn to stop and think. All of your past relationships had been strictly monogamous. So you’d never experienced anything beyond that. And, though the idea was definitely intriguing, there were a lot of details you needed to iron out first before you made a decision.

“Well,” you started. “It depends. If we tried this, how would the relationship work long-term? Are you just wanting to have a threesome with random people every now and then? Or are you wanting all three of us to be in the relationship together?”

“I think having three of us all the time would be good,” König said, wincing a bit as if just the proposition would earn your anger or disgust. But when you remained just as calm and open as before, he continued. “If we can find a - how did you say? - dominant? Then maybe both of us can get what we need without putting pressure on each other or being uncomfortable.”

“Okay,” you went further, stroking your chin. “Well, have you thought about what gender you’d want a potential third to be? I personally prefer being dominated by a man, but we’ve never really discussed what floats our boats in that area.”

“I’ve never had sex with a man before, of course.” He shifted on the bed, tilting his head as he thought the idea over. “But as long as they’re in charge, their gender is not important. So I’m open to that.”

"Okay,” You nodded as the pieces all came together into a solid mental picture. “Well, based on all that, I'm totally on board with this if you ever want to try it. But there's no rush, okay?"

König nodded, rolling over to give you a tight hug. "Thank you for understanding, Maus. I was so scared I'd upset you. I didn’t want to lose you over something like this."

“Hey, it's okay,” you hugged him just as tight, rubbing his back "Of course. I want you to feel safe telling me anything, okay?"

"Maus, you have my word."

The two of you sat there on the bed, hugging for a good while. You could feel his breathing finally slow back down as he relaxed in your arms. Such a massive man curled up against you. It was unexpected, but it made you feel a bit protective. He was a formidable soldier, a ruthless opponent, and a fearless foe. But after the battle was won, he was still your König at his core. König, the gentle giant. Your loving companion. An innocent soul. And you never wanted that to change.

After a moment, he giggled and pulled back.

“What?” you asked, laughing along but a bit confused.

“As I said before. I love you very much, Maus. But I think you might need a shower.”

You sniffed your armpit and made a face, laughing. “Oh God, I think you’re right.”

He took a whiff of his own shirt and continued laughing, fanning his nose. "I'm not much better myself though."

Both of you stood, not wanting the scent to seep into his bed anymore than it already had. But as you made your way to the door, you cast a mischievous look over your shoulder.

“You wanna join me? We’ll save water that way~”

After how your first night went, you knew he likely had a few more rounds in him. But this time, he showed restraint and reached for his vest.

“The offer is very tempting," he said with a smirk, slipping it back into place. "But unfortunately, I won’t have time. Ghost is leading target practice soon. And after missing EMT, I don’t want to get into any more trouble.”

“Fiiiine,” you gave in with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll see you tonight though! Then we can party our cares away!”

He leaned down, pulling you into one more prolonged kiss before heading for the door. "I look forward to it."

As König grasped the knob, he paused and lingered there a moment longer. "....Maus?"

"Yes?" You answered suggestively, convinced he had already changed his mind on your proposition. But his voice wasn't flirty. It was the tiniest bit nervous again.

"Um, don't be mad," he said timidly. "But when I get back, there's a bit more I need to tell you. Okay?"

"Really? I'm not upset, but okay!" Your perked up all over again, dying to hear whatever it was he had saved for last. Was he really going to leave you on a cliffhanger like that? Just knowing there were more juicy details had you on the edge of your seat. And from what he'd already revealed, whatever he was clammed up about had to be the juiciest bit ever! But though you were tempted to make him spill the beans, you knew he had somewhere to be. So you restrained your excitement and didn't delay him any longer.

"I'll really be looking forward to that!" You laughed. And after waving goodbye, König slipped out the door.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Smuttttt, horny reader, horny König, sub König, wall sex

Welcome to ending 2!

After how I wrote Ghost in Ending 1, I owe you guys some non-villianous behavior from our favorite Ghostie boy. For everyone dreaming of taking both of these big guys (and not in a fight lol), this ending is for you~

Reader POV:

To christen your new honorary status, the team invited you to join them for EMT training. But though the idea was tempting, you still felt a bit exhausted from sparring. So, despite their disappointed expressions and attempts to change your mind and drag you along, you assured them you’d see them all later that night. As the mess hall emptied and everyone rushed off to their next tasks, you headed back to König's room with him so that he could change into more suitable clothes.

Once there, you hopped onto his bed, kicking your legs as they dangled off the edge.

"What does EMT mean?"

König smiled as he shut the door and headed for his closet. "It means emergency medical technician. For the training, we like to practice things like basic patient care, minor surgical procedures, and how to evacuate fallen teammates. It never hurts to practice. That way, you don't get rusty or forget when you really need it."

He undid his tactical vest and set it down on his chair. All of the pockets and hooks were stocked with a wide array of equipment on both the front and back of the garment. You spotted a few signal flares and a grenade. Beyond that, you had no clue what each of them were for. But if they had earned a place on his vest, they must be vital for his line of work. It was details like these that easily fascinated you. So you stared at it, overcome with curiosity.

"Can I see your vest for a minute?" You asked, timidly.

He looked at you, a bit puzzled. But he still took it in his hand and walked over to you.

"Sure," he laughed. "But it's just a vest. Nothing special."

"I know. It just looks so cool!"

"Just be careful," he said as he set it down on your lap, quickly removing anything he considered dangerous before letting you examine it. "My tools are not just to look cool."

As he headed back to the closet, you sat fully enamored as you took a closer look. You inquisitively fingered the stiff fabric of his vest, exploring hidden pockets you hadn’t noticed from afar. From the way it looked, you couldn’t help but imagine it'd be uncomfortable to wear. But then again, König wore it everyday without fail. Letting your curiosity take full control, you carefully raised it above your head and slipped your arms through their respective openings. Your shoulders sagged slightly under its weight as it fell into place, hanging off of your body like a weighted blanket.

"Oh my god," you giggled. "This thing is really heavy!"

"It's not too bad once you get used to it.” He shrugged, smiling as he looked over his shoulder at you. “But you look cute like that. Now you're really one of us."

You laughed, hefting the vest off again. After carefully placing it beside you on the bed, you looked up just in time to see König pull his shirt over his head. With his back turned, he unknowingly gave you the perfect view at his arms and back. His broad shoulders were toned and defined, the muscles beneath them rippling as he moved. And those arms. You'd never seen them bare before!

He turned to retrieve his vest and immediately noticed you eyeing him, unashamedly checking him out.

"What?" He said, his voice bashful as he returned his vest to its place on the chair.

"Nothing," you whispered, practically drooling as you drank in every detail of his torso. The way his stomach rippled with muscle, the way his chest protruded a bit, casting a soft shadow along the top of his abdomen. And the firm bulge of his biceps framing the entire image on either side.

Your feet moved as if they had a mind of their own, drawing you off the bed and towards him. Your hands responded much the same way, gently trailing over his body as you spoke.

"How much time do you have before practice?"

"About t-ten minutes," he answered, stuttering around a gasp as your hands caressed his hips and your thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of his pants. "You're gonna make me late, Maus."

He closed his eyes, a willing slave to your touch as you tugged him towards his desk. You grinned as you spoke, full of mischief and more as he let him pull him along after you.

"I guess we'll have to be quick then."

You raised his hood just high enough to pull him into a heated kiss. It wasn’t slow and romantic this time. This one was passionate, sloppy, and hungry as your lips collided. Teeth grazed lips and tongues began a dance all of their own as you drank him in. Your desperate movements were like two weary travelers finally able to quench their burning thirst.

König picked you up and sat you on the edge of his desk, lost in the feeling of your lips on his as he tugged at the bottom of your shirt. But you were one step ahead of him, yanking the shirt over your head in one fluid motion. His hands fell to your breasts and he tugged at the fabric. His fingers fumbled for a moment as he frantically searched for the series of hooks that held it in place. But his increasing excitement made the intricate hooks impossible to undo fast enough. So, with an impatient huff, he took the neckline in his fists and tore the fabric with a firm yank.

“König! That bra was expensive!” you gasped. But the protest died on your lips the minute his hands enveloped your breasts and pinched at your nipples.

“I’ll buy you as many as you want,” he panted, his voice gone husky and low. “Right now, I need to touch you. To feel you.”

And God, did he do just that. A hot, wet heat overwhelmed your senses as he hungrily suckled at your breasts. His hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin and tugging you closer. Your eyelids fell closed as he repeatedly sucked you into his mouth with needy moans. And you moaned right back, clutching his head to your chest and never wanting him to stop. You pressed the palm of your other hand to his back. You would have wrapped your arms around his shoulders. But since he was so tall, his shoulders were a bit out of reach. Though he was hunched over you, his form still dwarfed you by comparison. He was just massive! But you were content to stroke your hand along his side and hip.

You shoved your hand further into his pants, wanting to give him pleasure too. When your fingers brushed against the erection straining against the front of his pants, he jolted with a whimper. König wasted no time to assist you, moaning against your chest as he fumbled with his belt and the fly of his trousers. The minute he was sufficiently disrobed, he tugged your shorts down until he could toss them across the room behind him, your panties quickly following after them. The desk was cold against your bare skin, but that was the last thing you were concerned about at that moment.

The only thing on your mind was the way König’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass as he lined himself up with your entrance. And, after meeting your eyes, he entered you with needy urgency. The abrupt fullness sent your head back against the wall as he groaned at the sensation, quickly developing a steady pace.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” You whined as your body stretched all over again to accommodate his length. There was no pain, only immense pleasure as his firm thrusts brushed against sensitive areas buried deep within you. Places no one else had ever come close to reaching before, but that König hit without even trying.

He nestled his face into your neck, the fabric of his hood draping over your shoulder like a cape as he marked your skin with kisses and nibbles.

“You feel so good, Maus,” he ground out through gritted teeth as a light spasm flickered through your core, the added pressure making his body quake in a pleasant shiver. “Du bist verdammt gut. Oh fick mich!”

A precursor of what was to come. A preview of the ending that both of you frantically chased as your bodies writhed against each other. Though you wanted that ending with every fiber in your body, you simultaneously never wanted the moment to end. Your body taking every inch of him, the slap of his hips against your thighs and ass, the way his thrusts made movement ripple through the rest of your body. His hands gripped your ass almost painfully as he pounded into you. As was his way, he kept his movements as gentle as he could. But there was definitely a bit more fervor than before. He really needed this right now. And so did you.

Without warning, König picked you up from the desk. With both hands cradling your ass and supporting your thighs on his forearms, he effortlessly kept you suspended in the air as he returned to slamming his hips against your own. With him now in total control of your movements, you clung to his back and let the sensations sweep you away. Every thrust of his hips, every tug of his arms forced a high-pitched whimper of pleasure from your lips. You could feel the rumbling vibration in his chest as he moaned incessantly. This was it. This was paradise. This was all you needed.

His frantic pace quickly overwhelmed you, sending you reeling into your first orgasm. And König let out a deep groan of pleasure as your inner walls clamped down on him deliciously. Seeing you ride out your climax while still riding his cock drove him wild. And the repetitive spasms greedily sucked him deeper into your depths with every move he made. But he wasn’t quite there yet. He needed more. He needed to feel you squeeze so tightly around him one more time.

He repositioned again, this time turning to press your back against the wall. Only when you were securely sandwiched between the wall and his body did he resume his pace. The added leverage changed his angle ever so slightly, giving him access to new unseen targets within you. And after his first few thrusts rammed against a particularly sensitive area without a single miss, you braced for the second orgasm you knew would soon follow.

“Maus,” he whined, groaning before leaning his forehead against yours and gazing deep into your eyes. His rhythm was beginning to falter just slightly. “I want to come inside you. I want to fill you up and never stop. Bitte, Maus, machst du mich geil. Tell me to come for you, please.”

He was begging? Here you were helpless in his grasp and the furthest thing from having the upper hand in any conceivable way. And yet, this mountain of man was begging you for permission! Pleading for you to tell him what to do. He had willingly given you control over his greatest pleasure and wouldn’t let himself have it without your command. It was startling. It was touching. And God, it was so hot.

You gasped as another wave of pleasure thrashed through your body and König whimpered loudly in response. His length throbbed and twitched within you. But though he didn’t stop moving inside you, he held out and continued to wait for your order.

“You want to come for me?” You gasped, playing along and moving your hand to the back of his neck. Molten heat pooled deep within you as you felt your own climax quickly approaching.

“Yes, mein Engel!” he gasped, his eyes desperate with need. He trembled, his voice strained. “Please!”

“Come for me, König.”

With those few words from your lips and few powerful thrusts, König finally let himself fall into a powerful finish. You clung to him as your body locked up, your core clenching around him repeatedly as it practically milked him for all he was worth. And as the warmth of his orgasm erupted within you, he stiffened and slowly offered a series of short, sharp thrusts. Once he’d finished, a peaceful stillness fell over both of you like a warm blanket. Both of you paused for a moment, gasping for breath as you came back down from your respective highs.

After giving him a tender kiss, you patted his arm to signal that you were ready to be put down. He did so slowly, carefully making sure you wouldn’t immediately fall over as he did. But after a second or two, he let you go and sank down onto the bed with a blissful sigh.

“That was very good,” he chuckled, closing his eyes for a few seconds.

“I agree,” you giggled. After a few wobbly steps, you soon made your way to the bed and joined him in his relaxation. “Do you speak German a lot when you get turned on?”

“A bit,” he said, cuddling up against you. “It tends to happen whenever I’m really relaxed or excited. Or when I’m really scared.”

You laughed, stroking the top of his sniper’s veil with your hand. “Well, I certainly hope you weren’t scared shitless this whole time.”

König took your hand and squeezed it affectionately. “I’ve never felt better.”

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

No warnings today.

None of what follows is canon for the fanfic. Just a bit of April Fool's Day fun lol. It was actually April Fool's when I originally posted this chapter on AO3, but the fic is incomplete without it 🤣

König's sniper rifle went "pew pew". And the bullet yeeted Ghost across the room. But when Price came inside ready to throw hands, Ghost had already peaced out from his last chill spot.

"Say 'sike' right now!" Ghost screeched. "I have the power of God and anime on my side!" Then he slid across the room with the grace of a baby dolphin.

"Cap," Price clapped back, smacking Ghost upside the head and giving him a bombastic side eye 👀

"You're gonna unalive me?" Ghost sneered up at him.

But from outside, an announcer's voice thundered from above. "That question will be answered this Sunday night at the WWE Super Slam with Johnnnn Cenaaaa (jk it's Sniper Boyyyy)."

Right on cue, König crashed into the room to roars of applause. He hit the griddy before leaping at Ghost. And he punched him so hard, my boy almost flew into next week. Ghost was no match for his power, falling to his knees in defeat.

"Please 🥺🥺🥺" he begged. "The rizz is strong with you. Teach me your ways, so that I too might smash and clap some ass."

But König shook his head. "Rizz cannot be taught. I was born with this power."

Ghost ugly cried in the corner. Meanwhile, Price and König high-fived and did a celebratory whip and nae nae. You chanted "ayy"s of encouragement from your chair.

Once you were cut free, you also gave Ghost a major side eye before joining your rescuers in their dance. And everyone lived happily ever after 😂

The end

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No warnings today. Just a classic "Where are they now" epilogue to end on a peaceful note ♥️

Attention, passengers. This is your conductor speaking. We have pulled into the station from Ending 1. As we set off for Ending 2 of this story, please be aware of the following:

1. Threesome Town train tickets are non-transferrable.

2. Please take only the seat that corresponds with the seat number listed on your ticket.

3. Please keep your ticket on your person at all times.

Thank you for riding with Threesome Town Transportation. Enjoy your trip to Ending 2~

Reader POV:

(3 Years Later)

Fresh.

Clean.

Refreshing.

Those were the terms that came to mind as you tried to nail down the way the cooling breeze felt on your skin. The grass was luscious and soft against your skin. It felt like mother nature had carved out this perfect piece of paradise just for you. And as you laid there, eyes closed in the shade of a large tree, you never wanted to leave. Somewhere in the distance, a church bell tolled. Its cheerful ringing was pleasant, only adding to the serenity of the scene.

Sitting up, you opened your eyes to drink in the beautiful sights and sounds. Rolling emerald hills, beautiful little houses that dotted across the countryside, small children squealing as they chased each other through a nearby park. It was the same thing you saw every day. But even after three years, it never failed to quiet your mind.

Behind you, you could hear the sound of heavy footfalls approaching your safe haven. There was a brief crunch with each step as they trekked across the loose gravel of the walking trail. There was plenty of grass on either side of it. And if your company had desired a quieter approach, they could have easily done so. But you knew the extra noise was deliberate.

“Mind if I join you, Maus?”

You turned at the sound of König’s voice, already beginning to smile. “I’d love that.”

König sank down on the grass beside you, depositing a picnic basket brimming with delicious-looking snacks. As he set about unpacking it and filling a small plate with food he thought you’d enjoy, you were reminded just how lucky you were to have him in your life. The reminders were frequent, but they always touched your heart the same way.

He’d gone above and beyond to support you through recovery. It hadn’t been easy either, especially at the start. There were countless nights when you woke up screaming in terror, your nightmares convincing you Ghost still had you trapped in his hideout. Action movies you used to enjoy suddenly made you tense as unpleasant memories resurfaced without warning. And you quickly lost count of the number of times you’d screamed bloody murder in response to a store assistant or friendly stranger tapping you on the shoulder from behind. Even the most pleasant and intimate moments with König had been tainted. And though you assured him you wanted it and he was even more gentle than before, the sensation of him thrusting inside you sent scenes of the forest flickering through your mind. Memories that felt all too real.

But König stayed by your side through it all, never once complaining. His priority was your recovery and safety. Beyond that, nothing else mattered to him. So he consistently took extra care with you as you slowly came back to yourself. Some of the habits stuck with him though. Even the way he had come to join you under the tree just then was a remnant of his empathetic gestures. Ever since the two of you had left his former military base, he always made his presence well known if he ever had to approach you from behind. König didn’t want to startle you or cause any unwarranted panic if he could help it.

A crucial part of his efforts had been finally removing his hood. He’d debated it at first, worried that introducing such a big change would do more harm than help. You knew him by his hood, not by his face. Without it, you might recognize his eyes. But when trauma was in full effect, he feared you wouldn’t recognize him at all without it - instead seeing him as a stranger or a threat. But in the end, you both decided that removing it when the two of you were alone was probably the wisest choice. Its concept and purpose was a tad too similar to that of Ghost’s mask. And he didn’t want anything about him to ever remind you of the disgraced lieutenant.

He beamed at you as he handed you your plate. It contained a small heap of Kaiserschmarrn topped with a dollop of applesauce, a golden Krapfen, and a generous slice of Sachertorte. And every bit of it made your mouth water.

“All of this looks so good!” You giggled, excitedly digging into the treats. “You keep feeding me like this and we might never go back to the States."

“I would have no complaints,” König smiled, popping a piece of the shredded pancake into his mouth. “I was not exaggerating when I said Austria is paradise. I’m just happy to share it with you.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” you shook your head. “If I recall correctly, I’ve been told Scotland is where the real beauty is."

“Careful,” he laughed with you. “Legend says that if you say Scotland three times, Soap will appear.”

As you finished off the Sachertorte, savoring the rich chocolate flavor, König lazily stretched before reclining beside you with a pleasant sigh. He looked like a giant house cat, basking in the flecks of sunlight that danced over his peaceful face. A moment later, you joined him. And with your head against his heart and his arm draped across your back, all was right in the world.

“Ich liebe dich,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head.

“I know,” you smiled, cuddling closer. “I love you too, König. Always.”

Thank you so much for reading this story. Fr, every reader makes writing so worth it and I literally couldn't do it without you ♥️

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[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Evil Ghost, protective Price, protective König, violent König, sad Soap, protective Alejandro, sad/protective 141, TW: Blood, TW: Hostage situations, TW: Physical Violence, TW: Rape kit, TW: Gunfire/gunfight

Translation Guide:

“Deine ganze Sippe gehört ausgerottet, du übel Hurensohn!" - "Your whole family should be eradicated, you evil son of a bitch!"

"Schließe ihre Augen" - "Close her eyes"

"Ich mach dich kalt" - "I will kill you" (Lit.: "I will make you cold")

Reader POV:

Before either could make a move, the bedroom door practically flew off its hinges as a hulking figure charged into the room. König was on Ghost in a flash. He tried to react, but only had time to spin around before König's hand locked around his throat. Ghost immediately swung, attempting to ram the broken glass into his arm. But König caught his hand in the air.

“You hurt my Maus? You caused her pain?! ” he roared, squeezing Ghost’s fist in his own. “I will show you what real pain is when I tear you apart!”

Ghost hollered as his makeshift weapon was turned against him, unable to stop the increasing pressure as the glass cut into his hand. It shattered with a crunch, the tiny pieces shooting into his palm like tiny daggers. He bowled over as König drove his knee into his stomach and then kicked him as hard as he could. Ghost finally stumbled back, unable to maintain his balance as he collapsed onto the floor. He scrambled to drag himself as far and as fast as he could. But König was hot on his heels, eyes blazing with murderous rage.

Trusting König to keep Ghost at bay, Price barked into his comms as he ran to your side. The last thing you saw before Price blocked your view was König dropping his full weight onto his target, pinning him in place before seizing him by the throat. A chorus of threats sounded out from across the room as Price quickly cut you free. He rushed you over to the bed and, once there, instinctively shielded you with his body. It was still far too early to let his guard down, but he had to make sure you were okay. But out of respect for you, he also averted his gaze. After finding you naked and badly bruised, he could only assume Ghost had done the absolute worst. And Price didn't want to give you the slightest worry that he would do the same.

He continued to look elsewhere until he'd wrapped you in the bedsheet. Only when you were as modest as he could manage did he join you on the mattress, eyes frantically scanning your injuries. You were practically covered in them, so there were plenty for him to find. The raised bruises, the reddened welt on your cheek, the angry scars across your blood-stained thigh. You knew there were a lot of them. But tears welled up as their sheer number finally sank in.

"It's okay, I'm here," Price murmured, moving to sit behind you. "We've got you. I've got you."

He tugged you between his thighs, pulling you to his chest with one arm as you wept. But he kept his handgun aimed across the room, determined to be your final line of defense if Ghost somehow got free.

Across the room, König was holding his own just fine. He still had Ghost pinned against the floor beneath him. Both of Ghost’s arms were trapped between the ground and König's knees as he lay helpless in the sniper’s shadow. And with a guttural yell of rage, König slammed his fist across Ghost’s face.

"You monster! I'll fucking kill you!" He screamed, blow after blow raining down in rapid succession. "I trusted you! What the fuck did you do to her?"

Ghost struggled, trying to use his legs to pull himself out of the bind. But with just one good leg at his disposal, he simply lacked the means to succeed. Blood still seeped from his shoulder and continued to spread on his jeans. At this point, he'd lost a significant amount of it. Because of that fact, the formerly imposing soldier was now growing increasingly weak as his injuries took their toll. He was utterly trapped and defenseless, left totally at König's mercy. And as the punches flew down, it was clear König had none for him.

“Deine ganze Sippe gehört ausgerottet!” Konig growled, German taking over his words as he pummeled his nemesis. "Du übel Hurensohn!"

König's last strike caught him under the chin, causing the bottom of his mask to ride up on his face. Ghost grunted with the impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood. But König was far from finished. He shoved his forearm down against Ghost's throat, pressing down ruthlessly and earning a disturbing gurgle.

"Schließe ihre Augen! Turn her eyes away!" He snarled at Price, his eyes alight with animalistic rage. "She does not need to see this!"

Though you heard him, you were practically frozen in place and couldn’t tear your eyes from the sight. You'd never seen König so violent before. So brutal. So vicious. His whole body was practically shaking as indignation coursed through his veins like fire. His chest heaved, his eyes frenzied in the shadow of his hood.

But Price moved to comply, gently turning your head to press against his chest and raising his arm to block your view. The captain gently rocked you back and forth, whispering comforting words in your ear to distract from the sickening sound of fists meeting flesh. The noise was accented with the occasional curse, yell, or grunt of pain. And each punch landed with a gruesome thud. At one point, a sharp crack rang out. It was followed by a loud clatter as Ghost's mask snapped under the onslaught, falling to the floor in pieces.

The noise increased as military police swarmed into the room, guns and riot shields at the ready. They scanned the scene and moved in to detain their target, immediately spotting the bloody scene in the corner. But König refused to stop. It took the concerted effort of three men to finally pull König off of Ghost. But he continued cursing and shouting at Ghost as they wrestled him to the other side of the room.

As for Ghost, he wasn’t moving. He was still sprawled out right where König had left him. His face was bloodied and discolored. He groaned weakly, more blood trickling from his mouth. The officers quickly surrounded him, checking him for any concealed weapons before dragging him to his feet. His legs were slack and his head hung limply as he faded in and out of consciousness.

A combat medic pushed their way through the throng to get to the bed.

"How bad is it?" He asked Price, removing his pack and jumping into action.

"She needs bandages, stitches, and some strong painkillers," Price rushed. "Grab a rape kit, too."

At the mention of those words, König let out a gut-wrenching scream of rage as he lunged at Ghost again. His minders tried and failed to hold him back as he broke free. And before they could restrain him again, König managed to land one last powerful punch into Ghost’s stomach.

"How could you?!" König shouted, still swinging as he was forced back to the opposing corner. His voice grew thick with emotion as hot tears of anger began to fall. "Ich mach dich kalt! I'll send you to hell myself!"

His rage soon devolved into wails of despair as the grief overcame him. He mourned openly, the haunting sound filling the room. The stress of the stand off, the fear for your safety, the hurt from Ghost’s betrayal, the anger for what he’d put you through. He had kept it all at bay for the sake of the mission. But it was a lot to stoically carry and König had finally broken beneath its weight. As he mourned, the police officers lingered in the room while the medic quietly tended to your wounds. Ghost could barely stand as two beefy-looking men held him by his arms on either side. Their eyes went to Price, waiting for his direction.

The only thing in Price’s eyes was pure hatred as he stared Ghost down. He looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of him himself. And he likely would have if it wasn't for you softly whimpering in his arms. The medic was being as gentle as they could, but everything hurt so much. So, Price clenched his jaw and remained where he was.

"Get him out of my sight unless you want to cuff me too," he seethed. “He’s fucking dead to me.”

Consequences were the furthest thing from König’s mind. He continued spewing threats and insults between sobs and still fought just as hard to get his hands on Ghost again. And he didn't let up until Ghost was cuffed, read his rights, and promptly dragged out the door. It was only then that the other officers released König. They braced in case he moved to chase after Ghost again, but he turned and rushed to your side.

When he reached the bed, he dropped to his knees and clutched your hand. But he couldn’t bring himself to watch as the medic dutifully completed his examination. You tried to be brave. But you couldn’t stop from trembling as the final samples were collected. Price sat at your back, gently rubbing your shoulders and doing his best to keep you calm. He didn't want to look either. So he shut his eyes and let you squeeze his hand as the medic examined your genitals.

"Just take deep breaths for me, okay?" He said, slowly inserting a swab. "This might sting a bit."

You gritted your teeth, hissing as sharp pain shot through your groin. "It hurts!"

"I know," he murmured sympathetically. "I'm so sorry. We're almost done, I promise."

Both Price and König comforted you as best they could until the examination was complete. You were grateful when the swab was withdrawn and any resulting evidence was carefully stored for analysis. After repositioning your blanket and packing his supplies, the medic offered a few words of consolation before backing away. The two men thanked him for his swift aid and he made a solemn exit, leaving the three of you alone in the war-torn cabin.

"Maus, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault," König sobbed bitterly, lowering his head to your hand. "You tried to tell me, but I was too stupid to listen. I didn't understand. But I should have. I was supposed to protect you and I failed you."

"We both did," Price added, also hanging his head. "I should have investigated further before jumping to conclusions. I never thought he was the kind of person who would… I'm sorry too. You have every right to blame us both. And if you’d rather be alone right now, we'll give you space."

"No, please don't go!" You clutched the front of Price’s vest and hugged König's hand to your heart. "I need you here. I tried to get away, König. I really tried to get to you. I tried."

He wrapped his arms around you as you began to cry again, holding you as if he'd never let you go again. "I know, Maus. I know."

The three of you embraced as sobs racked your body. You wept for the pain and suffering you'd endured all that time. But there were also tears of joy that they had found you. Relief that you were finally safe again. König’s shoulders shook softly as he sobbed into your hair. The terror you'd lived through over the past day and the terror he’d lived through these past few hours had been immense. And he was well aware that he could have lost you because of it.

"Don't worry," he sniffled, wiping his eyes. "He'll never touch you again. I won’t let him, I swear on my life. Just tell me what you need, Maus. You say it and I will do it."

Price nodded. “Be honest. Do you still feel comfortable staying on base?”

You silently shook your head. Though Ghost was in custody and would be severely punished, the past day had changed you. Nowhere felt safe anymore. And you couldn't live your life fearing that he would somehow be hiding - around every corner, behind every shadow - just waiting to pounce all over again.

"I wanna go away," you whimpered. "Please, König. Just take me far, far away from here."

König nodded, wiping your tears. Sharing a nod with the captain, he carefully scooped you up in his arms before carrying you to the car. And for the rest of that day, he kept you close.

After Price drove you back to base, König made sure you were either securely tucked beneath his wing or under Price’s watchful eye at all times. Once you arrived back at the barracks, Price carefully lifted you out of the vehicle and ensured you were safely secured in the passenger seat of your car. And as König went inside to gather your things, Price never left your side. He stood right beside the car door, guarding you like a sentry.

König rushed into the building, stopping at your room first. He carefully packed up each item, double checking that nothing was left behind. After closing the door to your former room, he rushed to his own. Packing his own things was much faster. He hastily crammed everything he owned into a few duffle bags. Then, throwing them over his shoulder, he shut off the light and left the empty room behind.

As he went about his tasks, he gathered a growing crowd of confused onlookers. Everyone showered him with frantic questions as they followed him out to the parking lot. When they saw Price beside your car, the questions only doubled. From their perspective, they had gotten back from their morning run, the four of you had simply vanished, and then only three of you had returned looking like you’d fought for your lives and lived to tell the tale. Well, that was how Price and König looked. You hadn’t stepped foot out of your car and Price forbade them from going anywhere near it.

“König’s leaving?” Soap asked, crestfallen and bewildered. “Captain, what the hell is going on?”

“Yeah, what happened?” Alejandro chimed in, brow furrowed in concern. “And where’s Ghost?”

Price sighed, lacking the energy to walk them through the entire situation and then answer the endless questions they’d have once he did.

“I’ll brief you on the details later,” he said. “But for now, this is all you need to know. Ghost is no longer a member of our task force. If you see him, I want to hear about it. König has requested a leave of absence. But after what he’s been through, I arranged for him to be stationed elsewhere until he feels ready to rejoin our ranks. His girlfriend will be going with him.”

“Can we at least say goodbye to her?” Soap asked, struggling to make sense of even the abridged version of events. But there was sadness in his eyes, too. He didn’t understand what had caused any of this. All he knew was that, without warning, he was suddenly losing three members of his team: two soldiers and one dear friend.

Soap moved to approach the car, but Price stopped him with a firm hand on his chest. “No one goes near the car. Do not touch her. Do not look at her. Do not speak to her. She can’t handle that right now.”

But everyone’s eyes widened with shock as they looked beyond him. And turning around, Price saw you gingerly climbing out of the car. Wrapped in the same blood-stained blanket, you slowly limped towards the barracks determined to say goodbye to everyone you'd come to cherish on base. Seeing you bruised, battered, and bandaged filled the team with collective horror and concern.

Both Price and König rushed to your side to support you. And they had a whole army of soldiers hot on their heels. König dropped his bags and carefully picked you up before everyone reached you, not wanting you to overexert yourself.

“Oh my god,” Soap chanted, fully panicking. “What the fuck happened to you? Are you okay?”

“Not really,” you said with a small smile. You tried to laugh, not wanting to cry again in front of everyone. But it was proving difficult. “But I still wanted to say goodbye. All of you were so kind to me. And I want you to know I’ll miss you so much.”

“Who did this?” Alejandro snapped, arms crossed. “I want a name.”

You lowered your gaze, visibly uncomfortable as you tried to find a way to explain all that had happened. But fortunately, Price was quick to come to your rescue.

“No questions,” he ordered. “We’ll talk later. König has a long journey ahead of him, so let’s not keep him too long.”

“I need to be with her," König added, trying to explain. "She needs someone to take care of her and keep her safe. And that is a job I will not take lightly. I hope you understand.”

“Of course,” Soap nodded, his expression solemn. He placed an affectionate hand on König’s shoulder as he bid his friend farewell. Their goodbye was unspoken. They didn’t need words to communicate just how much they cared for each other. But for you, he carefully took your hand in his. “Keep an eye on him for us, okay Mouse? I’m counting on you.”

“I will,” you said, eyes brimming at your honorary callsign. “I promise. I’ll miss you all, truly.”

“We’ll miss you too, mija,” Alejandro said, moving as if to stroke your hair. But he stopped, pulling back out of fear of somehow hurting you. “I look forward to when we meet again, but you must do what you must. We’ll be thinking of you both until we do.”

The rest of the team offered their well wishes before returning to the barracks one by one. And each goodbye was harder than the last. A small part of you desperately wished you could stay. The base had become a second home and König’s taskforce had become your family. But despite the new friends you had made there, you knew that unpleasant memories of Ghost would haunt those halls for a very long time. Him haunting your mind was already going to be enough to battle as you tried to recover. So, though it was hard to leave everyone behind, you knew it was ultimately the right choice for a while.

Finally, it was just you, König, and Price again. Price hugged you both, being careful not to crush you in the process. But you welcomed the embrace and hugged him back as best you could.

“Thank you for everything, John,” you began, choking up a bit. “Thank you both. If it hadn’t been for you…”

You trailed off, emotions trapping your words in your throat. But they didn’t need you to finish the sentence for them. They knew all too well how things could have ended back at the cabin. But they’d emerged victorious and you were safe again. To them, that was all that mattered. Price told you to be safe, that he would check in regularly while you were away. And König thanked him for his kindness and support.

König carefully returned you to your seat in your car as Price loaded your bags into the trunk. Once he’d fastened your seatbelt, König handed you one of his old t-shirts and a soft pair of joggers for you to change into when you felt ready. And after shaking hands with Price and giving him one more long hug, König hopped into the car and slowly drove off.

You watched as the base grew smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror. As it did, a tiny bit of renewed peace settled over you. You hoped that, on some level, the nightmarish event would also begin to fade as König drove off into the sunset. If that was even the slightest possibility, you never wanted the car to stop.

"Where are we going?" You asked, settling into your seat for the journey ahead.

König reached over, protectively placing his hand on your knee as he scanned the road ahead. "Somewhere I know you will be safe."

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Evil Ghost, protective Price, protective König, TW: Blood, TW: Torture, TW: Cutting, TW: Hostage situations, TW: Physical Abuse, TW: Intimidation, TW: Gunfire/gunfight

Reader POV:

Your scalp burned as Ghost dragged you across the room, his hand tightly knotted in your hair. You kicked and screamed the whole way, but nothing you did stopped Ghost as he wrestled you into the chair across the room. He used his full weight to hold you in place and forced your arms behind the backrest. The joints of your arms twisted painfully as the surface dug into your biceps and upper back. But your discomfort was the least of his concerns. As if to confirm that thought, Ghost reached down and produced a pair of handcuffs from his vest.

"I'd hoped I wouldn't have to use these," he said, his eyes saying quite the opposite. "But you've pissed me off for the last time, princess."

You tugged helplessly against his bruising grip, trying to pull your arms free. But he made quick work of clicking the cuffs in place. He secured them much tighter than necessary and you gasped in pain when the cool metal cut into your already bruised wrists.

Seemingly satisfied with your current state and confident you couldn't break free, he sauntered back to the bed. For a second, he rummaged beneath it. When he stood, he held in his hands a long coil of rope. He sawed at it with his knife until he had two even pieces before tossing the remaining bundle at your feet.

As soon as he was within range, you kicked at his shins as hard as you could. Ghost successfully grabbed one of your legs mid kick and forced it in place before tying it down to the chair leg with elaborate knots. But with your other leg, you managed to land a strong kick to his thigh. You had been aiming for his groin, but he'd shifted his hips away at the last possible moment.

He finished his last knot, yanking the rope excruciatingly tight. You cried out as the rope squeezed into your ankle, the coarse fibers gouging into your skin.

"Sit still," Ghost yelled, shoving your other leg down and binding it just as tightly. "You and I are gonna have a little chat."

After securing his last knot, he returned to the bed and pulled a thick roll of black fabric out from under it. He placed it on the mattress and untied its fastenings before unrolling it with care. Inside sat rows and rows of knives. Each were different shapes and sizes, each held in place by an elastic cord. Hunting knives, daggers, cleavers, kitchen knives, and even a few surgical scalpels. He trailed his fingers back and forth over each one, admiring his collection like a kid in a candy shop. He smirked, occasionally glancing in your direction just to watch your mind spin.

"Please don't hurt me," you begged, continuing to struggle as your terror increased. "Please!"

Your words fell on deaf ears as he continued to take his sweet time selecting a suitable tool for his task. He saw your eyes go wide when his hand hovered over a large knife with a leather hilt. The blade was sharpened to a fine edge along one side before transitioning to jagged teeth along the other. And both dualities converged into one precise point.

He slipped the knife out of its place, flipping it in his hand to test its weight before stalking back towards you.

"Looks like we've found a winner."

He sank down on his haunches in front of you, watching you squirm and tug against your restraints. But you froze with a whimper as he let the smooth edge of the blade dance lightly across your thigh.

"Now," he began. "I'm going to make this very simple. I'm going to ask you some questions. And since having a choice is so important to you, I'll give you some choices."

His eyes held a strange mixture of rage and glee as the blade skimmed across your hip, making you shiver.

"Here are your choices: me or him. Well, I suppose you could also choose silence. Though I would strongly advise against it, you're free to choose it as you please." He let the blade catch against your skin ever so slightly, emphasizing his point. "Understood?"

"Ghost, I don't wanna do this," you rushed in a cold sweat. "You're scaring me!"

"Lovely. Let's start with an easy one then," he quipped, tilting his head inquisitively. "Who do you belong to, princess?"

There were a few seconds of silence, but you quickly spoke the moment he raised the knife. "Um-I… I don't belong to anyone! I don’t belong to anyone!"

"Very clever." Ghost chuckled. "Let's see what that answer earns us, hm?"

You screamed as Ghost pressed the tip of the knife into the center of your thigh and dragged it down about an inch before twisting it, changing directions. The blade was so sharp that it sliced through the skin with no resistance at all, leaving a fiery line of blood in its wake. In contrast to your response, Ghost remained calm and focused on his craft as you screamed through the awful pain. And by the time he finally stopped, your throat felt raw. Your whole thigh trembled as the burning pain continued to linger. And as you gasped for breath and looked down, you could make out a faint shape within the smeared blood. It was the letter 'G'. A choked sob of horror overcame you as you stared at your mutilated flesh in disbelief. He truly was a monster.

"Maybe you'll choose more carefully this time, maybe you won't," Ghost shrugged, watching the blood continue to well up within his masterpiece. "But as always, the choice is yours. Let's try that one again, then. Tell me. Who do you belong to?"

Your brain really stalled this time. What the hell were you supposed to choose?? If you said it was him, it'd be a lie. And he already knew you were a terrible liar. But if you even mentioned König's name, you were certain you'd earn another cut. Or something far worse.

Ghost shook his head, clicking his tongue as the knife began the first agonizing strokes of an 'H'.

"You! You!" You yelled, suddenly willing to do or say anything as long as it meant he would stop. Even if just for a moment. "I belong to you!"

The knife went still before retreating and you let out a shaky sigh of relief.

"That's a good answer, don't you think?" His eyes squinted like he was smiling. "But I've heard those words before. So, are you lying to me, princess?"

You bit your lip as he waited, twirling the knife in his fingers and enjoying the way the sunlight flashed across its edge.

"Because you should know by now that lying doesn’t end well for you. In fact-”

Ghost froze in stunned silence and so did you. You didn’t know where the urge had come from, but his rigged games were starting to get on your nerves. Any answer you gave to his new question would simply bring more pain, more wounds, and more blood.

So, instead of picking your poison from the given answer choices, you had granted yourself a brand new one: spitting in his face. You could see the fury boiling over in his smoldering glare, your saliva splattered across the white material of his mask.

“Fuck you!” you hissed, glaring right back in defiance. If you were truly going to die here, you at least wanted to go out fighting. If this was where your story would end, you’d feel a tiny bit better knowing you’d made your final moments as inconvenient as possible for him.

Without a word, he rose to his feet and strolled back to the bed. He wiped the blood-stained blade on his jeans a few times before carefully returning the knife to its assigned place. Then, swiveling on his heel, he stalked back towards you. All you had time to register was his arm reeling back in a blur before your whole upper body jerked to the left, the back of his hand colliding against the side of your face with a loud slap. The stinging welt it left on your cheek made your eyes water and left you gasping in pain. Your jaw throbbed, the pain shooting through your whole head. But you maintained your steely glare, despite the tears that began to spill over your cheeks. And as Ghost drew his pistol and pressed it against your forehead, you held your ground.

"You wanna do this the hard way? We’ll do it the hard way,” he growled, venom lacing his every word. “I won’t ask again. Was it a lie?"

You didn’t cower and you didn’t shut your eyes. You wanted his last memory of your face to be the challenge in your eyes as you silently stared him down. You wanted the haunting image seared into his mind for all of eternity.

But just then, a flicker of movement appeared out of the corner of your eye. At the very edge of the window, something was there. Darting your eyes past Ghost’s threatening presence, you saw Captain Price carefully peek into view. He was pressed against the outside of the cabin, pistol drawn and tense. But he gave you a reassuring gesture. To say you were happy to see him would have been an immense understatement. But you tried to keep your face as neutral as possible as Price ducked back out of sight.

Despite your efforts, Ghost immediately detected the faint change in your expression and that was all the warning he needed. He spun to face the window, hand darting for his handgun. But before he could pull it from its holster, the window exploded in a shower of shattered glass. Ghost grunted as a bullet firmly embedded itself in his thigh, instinctively dropping to the floor and swiveling behind your chair for cover. You whimpered as the barrel of his gun quickly pressed against your cheek.

"Come in here and the girl dies," Ghost called out. His eyes remained fixed on the jagged, gaping hole of the window.

"It doesn't have to be this way, Ghost," Price yelled from just out of view. "Let's keep this between you and me. Let her go."

Ghost scoffed. "As if you’d do this alone. Who's with you? Soap? Alejandro? Her boyfriend?"

"It's just you and me, Ghost. So let's put down the guns, alright? Walk away from her and let’s talk this out man to man."

Ghost ignored him, yelling out a warning to any threats he couldn't see. "You hear me, König? Don't do anything stupid! Don't think I won't do it!"

"I don't think you really wanna do that, Ghost. It's clear you have a… fondness for Y/n."

"If I can't have her, no one can."

Though it would hurt him too, Ghost actually meant it. He'd avoid it if he could. But he'd rather have Y/n bleeding out on the floor than back in König's arms again. It would be one final "fuck you" to his rival. One last gut punch.

"All this time, you wanted us to be friends," Ghost went on, nudging your cheek with his weapon. "And now you want me to let her go? We were having such a nice time together. Isn't that right, princess?"

"Price, help me," you whimpered, trembling as the pistol dug into your cheek.

From outside, you could hear Price’s voice as he tried to keep you calm. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm right here, I won't let him hurt you. Just breathe for me, okay?"

Ghost smirked. He knew there was no way Price would risk another shot as long as his pistol was aimed at you. Price was quick, but Ghost was confident he was quicker. So, feeling he had the upper hand, Ghost slowly moved out from behind the chair. "Go home, Price. You and your friends do that and no one-"

The instant Ghost’s body shifted past the edge of the chair, the other window disintegrated into a mist of glass shards as a loud gunshot sounded from behind. Ghost yelled and stumbled forward, clutching his shoulder. Price leapt into action, clambering through the window, pistol aimed towards Ghost's voice. But he’d vanished, repositioning in pursuit of cover. He reappeared on the other side of the room as he slid towards the bed, raising his firearm with you directly in his sights.

In a split second, Price lunged forward kicking the legs of your chair. Ghost fired and, as you toppled over with the chair, a streak of molten heat grazed your shoulder. Ghost had missed, but just barely. If it hadn't been for the captain’s quick thinking, you'd have died right then and there. But you weren't dead. Instead, you were landing on your side with a loud crash. Your shoulder bore the brunt of the impact before your head smashed against the floor. As your perspective had tilted sideways, you heard another gunshot. But both men were still locked in a desperate struggle for dominance.

The fight was ruthless and dirty. Price tackled him to the floor, scrambling to disarm him before he could send another bullet your way. But Ghost rolled, snapping his good leg up to knee the captain right below his ribs. Price grunted as the strike landed, but maintained a firm hold on Ghost’s right hand and continued trying to force it to the ground.

“Drop the gun!” he hollered, dropping his knee directly into Ghost’s thigh wound. “Drop it now!”

Ghost gritted his teeth, sending the heel of his boot flying into Price’s abdomen. The kick was powerful and successfully knocked him back, giving Ghost time to jump to his feet. He raised the gun again and immediately pulled the trigger, this time aiming for the captain. Price swiveled out of the bullet’s path, grabbing hold of Ghost’s arm and locking it in his grasp. With a yell of exertion, he hoisted him over his shoulder. When Price didn’t let go, Ghost's arm twisted at an excruciating angle as his back slammed against the floor at the captain’s feet.

Price twisted it further, fresh blood spurting from Ghost’s shoulder as the joint dislocated with a loud pop. As it went limp in his hold, he pried the handgun out of Ghost's grasp. Ghost managed to yank his mangled arm free with a loud cry, but Price released the gun’s magazine with a click before sending both parts clattering across the floor behind him. He then crouched into a fighting position, facing off with Ghost who now wielded a large shard of broken glass. He was gasping in pain and swayed ever so slightly as he tried to keep his weight off of his injured leg.

Anyone else would have been on the ground and writhing in pain. They would have quickly surrendered or begged for death. But Price knew Ghost well. Once he had his mind set on a mission, there were only two possible outcomes: Ghost would succeed or he would gladly die trying. Price did not enjoy the idea of the second option. In all their years as friends and teammates, it was an unspoken understanding that they would only lose each other to retirement or the dangerous nature of their work. He never once imagined that it would end like this. But the only other option would mean that Ghost would win. And that was an outcome Price would lay down his life to prevent.

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Battle plans, protective König, protective Price, soldier König, soldier Price, TW: Physical Violence, TW: Sexual Assault, TW: Attempted rape, TW: Groping, TW: Forced orgasm, TW: Implied Physical Violence, TW: Kidnapping, TW: Hostage situations, TW: Physical Abuse

(Part 2)

König POV:

There was no further conversation as the forest swallowed them whole. Both passengers were silent, rehearsing their training in their heads or perhaps whispering prayers as they flew past the trees. When they were about half a mile out, Price pulled over and shut off the engine.

"We go the rest of the way on foot," he said, jumping out of the car and not waiting before picking his way through the underbrush. But there was no need to wait. König was right behind him.

The scenery was beautiful and peaceful. A few birds called out from somewhere in the distance. And the sun was high in the sky, filtering down through the treetops like tiny, golden spotlights. König could see why Ghost had chosen this place as a retreat whenever he needed it. It was the kind of place that settlers would have told fantastical legends about. The kind of place that could soothe any troubled mind. But König was far from feeling peaceful. Perhaps it would forgive the violence that would soon descend on its tranquil haven and grant him peace afterwards. One could only hope.

As the cabin started to come into view, the pair crouched low in the tall grass. Price looked back and gave König a series of quick hand signals. And after König nodded, they each swiveled and slipped away into the foliage in opposite directions. Price wanted him to sweep the eastern side of the structure while he did the same around on the western one. König moved like a shadow, whispering through the perimeter and scanning for any clues it held for him. Ghost's jeep was prominently parked out front, so neither party needed to be told that their target was definitely in the general area.

The cabin was well-kept and modern. There was a small front porch that contained a wooden loveseat. At its foot sat an ashtray that bore the smoldering remains of a cigarette. Ghost wasn’t just in the area. He was undoubtedly just inside.

Beside the bench was the main entry to the cabin, a wooden door set between two windows. As König continued his arc around the property, he could map out a rough outline of the cabin’s layout. A common area just beyond the front door, most likely containing a small kitchen or dining room. Past that, there was a small window with frosted glass set a bit higher in the wall. Most likely a bathroom. And then past that, there was another normal window. It had plain-looking curtains that framed it inside. And based on their positioning, they granted König a narrow view into the cabin. He saw a flicker of movement and could faintly hear voices from inside. One was male. And the other was female. And he recognized both.

König had to resist stopping right then and there to take aim. But he continued on his way. This was just an assessment to gather intel and Price would soon meet him a bit further down to compare notes. The real work would come afterwards when they formulated a plan of attack. Jumping the gun now could very likely get someone hurt. Or even killed.

As König crept around to the back of the building, he found the back wall where the cabin ended. No windows there, just a plain surface of conjoined wooden panels. A few paces from it was a wooden stump where Ghost likely sat to sharpen knives or clean his firearms. Beside it sat a few oil stones, an empty ammunition box, and a dirty rag.

Having reached their agreed meeting point, König backed a bit further back into the trees and waited. After a few seconds, Price silently came into view beside him. They both kept their eyes trained on the cabin as the shared intel in short, hushed whispers.

"Main entry." König began, reporting his findings. "Bathroom about five paces past. One bedroom window, curtains parted. Movement detected. Voices, one male and one female."

Before Price could respond, he they both froze and raised their weapons when they detected movement on the other end of the clearing. Off in the distance, König could make out tiny twitches of movement just within the coverage of the tree line. But an urgent hand signal communicated that their company was friendly. Their backup had arrived and a swarm of armed figures crouched in the shadows, weapons at the ready. From what he could see, no other members of 141 were among them and it was probably for the best. If it wasn't for their ability to almost shut down any emotions the mission brought, both König and Price would be deemed compromised and potential risks to their mission. But having to brief the rest of the team of the situation and then hoping they all stayed level-headed wasn't worth the added stress. Right now, they needed as few variables on the table as possible. So Price raised a hand, motioning for them to stay back and hold their position. After ensuring they complied, Price recited his own intel to König rapid-fire.

"Entry point. One window to the kitchen, over a sink. One window to the bedroom, curtains open. Movement detected. Voices, one male and one female. Eyes on target, armed. Eyes on hostage, unarmed and restrained."

König didn't have to utter a word in question, his eyes holding every fear that spun in his mind. Just how bad was it? How was she restrained? Was she hurt? Was he hurting her right now?

Suddenly a shrill scream rang out from inside the cabin, abruptly piercing the former silence and making König’s blood run like ice in his veins. He tensed, wanting nothing more than to break cover and make whatever caused her scream to stop. But he set his jaw and gave Price a frantic glance as another blood-curdling scream rang out.

Price immediately drew his pistol and gave König a curt nod. He motioned first to himself and then to König before turning, silently creeping back towards his side of the cabin.

König did the same, claiming a well-concealed spot that faced the bedroom window. Without a sound, he positioned his rifle and fell to the ground in a prone position. His heart was pounding in his chest as he tucked the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, but he took a deep breath and lowered his eye to the scope. Price’s silent command was clear. König would wait until the captain initiated fire. That would be his signal. Then, he would follow suit and take Ghost down.

As he waited, König let his finger rest against the trigger and honed in on the gap in the curtains. He could see a shoulder. Then Ghost drifted into view and stepped directly into his crosshairs, his back facing him. The urge to take the shot was incredibly strong, but it immediately vanished when he saw something else move. And at the edge of his scope, he saw a familiar tuft of curly hair peek into view. But he saw Ghost’s shoulders twist one way before reversing the motion in a swift jerk. König's brief glimpse of Y/n flew out of sight in time with Ghost's movement, immediately followed by a loud groan of pain. König cursed under his breath, biting his lip and tasting blood as he realized Ghost had just struck her across the face. Hard.

His trigger finger was starting to twitch impatiently. König tried to focus on slowing his breathing to keep his aim from drifting even a hair. They would only get one shot at this. One opportunity to use the element of surprise before the risk of casualties sharply rose. After saying a silent prayer, König slowly exhaled and braced to fire. And he prayed that wherever Price was, that he’d open fire sooner rather than later.

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

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Battle plans, protective König, protective Price, soldier König, soldier Price, TW: Physical Violence, TW: Sexual Assault, TW: Attempted rape, TW: Groping, TW: Forced orgasm, TW: Implied Physical Violence, TW: Kidnapping, TW: Hostage situations, TW: Physical Abuse

(Part 1)

Reader POV:

Once you were clean and your stomach was no longer hollering for attention, you drained the tub and sadly climbed to your feet. As you watched the dirty water begin to disappear down the drain, you were genuinely sad to see it go. It’s not like it hid you beneath its surface, but its presence definitely made you feel the slightest bit less exposed. The slightest bit less lonely. The slightest bit less scared. But it's not as if Ghost would tolerate you drawing a second bath right that second. He was still sitting there in the corner patiently waiting for König’s sacrificial little lamb to be washed clean. You kept your back to him as you rose in order to reclaim a small morsel of dignity and simultaneously deny his wandering eyes any more access than was necessary. As you shivered a bit at the sudden lack of warmth, you could hear him rise from his seat. The heavy footfalls of his combat boots thumped against the floor as he approached. But you were relieved when it was not his hands that touched you, but instead the soft fabric of a bath towel. It prodded lightly against your shoulder and you reached back to take it, but Ghost swept it out of your reach as soon as you did.

"Turn around," he ordered.

You frowned a bit, looking back at him in protest. "Ghost, I think I can dry myself off just fine."

But his eyes met yours in a challenging stare as he repeated himself slowly. Deliberately. And his tone made it clear this was not a request. It was a command.

"Turn. Around."

"Fine," you grumbled, keeping your eyes downcast as you turned to face him. All you wanted was a warm towel to stop your shivering. But you knew he would have gleefully left you there to shiver all night if that’s what it took to finally win your compliance. Everything was a fucking game to him.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it," he warned as he helped you step out of the tub. "We clear?"

"...Yes."

"Yes what?"

You paused, humiliation making a rapid return as your face burned. But Ghost gripped your chin between his thumb and index finger, raising your eyes to meet his glare as you corrected yourself. "Yes, sir."

After he let your chin fall back down to your chest, you stood there uncomfortable and annoyed as Ghost dried you off. He took his time tending to every inch of your figure, giving extra attention to the areas you wished he would have given the least. Your breasts, your groin, your hips, your ass. The way his hands moved beneath the towel in those places made it clear his focus was not on drying you off. To him, it was just another excuse to put his hands on you. And he was well aware it was an objective that you were in no place to stop.

He went to your breasts first. The towel carefully circled the swell of each one before he took the whole of it in his hand. His fingers pressed into your skin through the fabric as he gave it slow, intentional squeezes. The palms of his hands rubbed over the peaks of your nipples, stimulating them until they stiffened and pushed back against his touch.

Once satisfied there, he turned you around so that he could dry your back. But while he finished your back in just a few seconds, he spent an eternity tending to your ass. There was a lot of squeezing, rubbing, and groping there too. Occasionally, the towel would press in to spread the soft mounds of flesh around his hand. And you would feel his thumb drawing languid circles around a more forbidden entrance. An entrance he had not yet claimed, but seemed to be considering the longer he circled it with his touch.

Finally, he withdrew the towel and readjusted it to a section that was still dry. You yelped when he gave your ass a firm slap with his hand and he chuckled, enjoying the way the impact rippled out across the large expanse. But then, he pulled you back into his chest as his hands slipped around your hips to his final destination.

He didn’t waste time asking you to part your thighs. Instead, he was content to shove his knee between them from behind as he lowered the soft fabric to your groin. If his goal wasn’t to dry you off before, it certainly wasn’t now. Because his fingers guided the towel directly to your clit. Soon, he abandoned it entirely and let it drop to the floor, in favor of toying with the small nub of nerves with his bare fingers. And now that his other hand was free, he used it to grant himself a better view by parting the sensitive folds of surrounding skin.

“You just took a bath,” he hummed against your ear, looking over your shoulder to enjoy his own display. “But somehow you’re still dirty here.”

You moaned, pushing away from him. But with his firm chest behind you and his arms in front of you, there was quite literally nowhere to go. The bundle of nerves was even more sensitive than usual after last night. Just a few seconds of his touch was already making your knees threaten to buckle as you writhed against his hand, pushing forward against his arms as if to break free. But Ghost anticipated it, smoothly transitioning his supporting hand from your sex to your throat. Once there, he used it as leverage to pull you right back and held your head against his shoulder as he continued working his fingers below.

A loud whimper rang out as your whole body began to quiver. And obscene wet sounds filled the room as your body quickly responded. He’d successfully trained your body to associate his touch with pleasure. And it was a lesson that your mind could not overpower. You couldn’t stop your hips from softly bucking up to meet him, desperate for the incoming release. And before you could brace for it, it hit you full force.

“Fuck,” Ghost moaned with you as you climaxed without warning. His eyes watched hungrily as the the leg of his jeans went a darker shade of blue, the warm evidence of your orgasm streaming down his thigh. “That’s it princess. That’s my good girl.”

The effects of overstimulation quickly followed afterward. At first, you had simply been too sensitive. But now, your body was practically screaming for the pleasure to end as Ghost refused to slow his finger’s motion. Instead, he picked up pace. Your pleasure point throbbed, its swollen head almost painfully tender as it protruded slightly past your outer folds. His calloused fingers felt just rough enough against it that even the slightest contact made your body arch in his hold. And he wasn’t stopping.

“Ghost, I-ah!” You threw your head back in prolonged whine, gasping loudly. “I can’t!”

“I think you’ve got more in you,” he growled. “Do that for me again.”

“Ghost, please!”

“Again.”

You screamed as a second orgasm tore through you, the sensations so strong you felt like you were going to black out from the intensity. And behind you, you could hear Ghost curse as a fresh wave of moisture coated his leg. Your body completely spent, you let yourself slump back against him as the cycle of powerful spasms slowly subsided. As your legs went limp beneath you, his hand fell away from your groin, and he adjusted his hold. You were grateful for it, too. Because without his arms keeping you upright, you would have quickly collapsed to the ground at his feet.

Your chest heaved as he picked you up and hurriedly returned you to the bedroom. Once there, he laid your limp form on top of the blankets before he crawled onto the bed after you. He hovered over you, his eyes wild and ravenous. He looked like he was going to devour you whole. And the conspicuous bulge in his pants filled you with a new sense of dread. You had gone from feeling the slightest bit better to feeling utterly filthy in a matter of minutes. And from the look of his eyes, he was eager to finish what he started. But you tried to plead with him one last time.

“Ghost, I want to go home!” You cried, cowering in his shadow and curling up into a pitiful ball. “I want to go home!”

He recoiled in shock as if you’d struck him across the face. "You still want to go back?"

“Yes," you nodded, tears welling up. "Please?"

"Why would we go back? There's nothing there for you anymore. You said it yourself!"

"Because you forced me to!” You choked the words out, unable to stop the tears from spilling over your cheeks. “I didn’t have a choice!"

Ghost was seething as he snarled at you. "After everything I’ve shown you? The life we could have together? You still want to go crawling back to him?”

“Yes!” you sobbed. “Ghost, I love him!”

Ghost’s eyes darkened as he sat up, pure hatred coming off him in waves as he glared down at you.

"And here I was thinking you were doing so well. Thinking you were finally seeing things my way. Thinking you deserved a reward. But it looks like you still need a bit more convincing."

You screamed at full volume as Ghost grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you off the bed behind him. You hit the ground with a thud and continued to scream as Ghost dragged across the bedroom floor. No matter how terrifying you found him one moment, he always managed to outdo himself sometime in the future. He was brutal, he was merciless, and he was determined to get his way. These things were certain at this point. But what you feared now was far more terrifying than any of those things. You feared your most recent rejection had finally pushed him past the point of no return. You feared that this man was actually going to kill you.

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Concerned König, protective König, concerned Price, protective Price, TW: Predatory behavior, TW: Manipulation, TW: Kidnapping, TW: Hostage situations

(Part 2)

König POV:

Price sped down the main roads as König sat shotgun, deep in thought. He wasn't present at all as Price wove in and out of traffic. He was taking his time, mentally playing out the many ways one could kill a man. Which approach would be the most painful? Which tactics would be the quickest? Which weapons would do the most bodily harm? All he needed was a good vantage point and a millisecond of time where Ghost was in his sights to take him down. Just one twitch of his trigger finger, one clean headshot, and this nightmare would finally be over. His training and expertise made doing so as easy as breathing. But at the same time, he didn't want to bless Ghost with such a swift end. He wanted him to suffer. He wanted him to hurt. He wanted to hear him beg for mercy and then watch as the life slowly faded from his eyes.

König snapped back to reality as Price barked orders into his radio as they slid around a turn. "What are you doing?"

"Calling backup." Price said, honking as a distracted civilian drifted into their lane, nearly hitting them in the process. "Hey, watch it!"

"I don't need backup," König snapped. "All I need is one clean shot. You get me that and he dies."

"Now hang on a minute," Price said. "All of this looks really bad right now, believe me. Ghost has a lot of explaining to do. But we need to be 100% certain exactly what the hell is going on before we go barging in there. If our instincts are proven correct, fire away. But no one dies unless we're sure he poses an active threat to the hostage. I'm not trying to get court martialed out here."

König's mood darkened a bit as he shifted in his seat. Just hearing his girlfriend referred like that - not by her name, not by “Maus”, just “the hostage” - it made his fingers twitch anxiously in his lap. It made him rage. In an attempt to keep a level head, he shifted his focus to other details of the mission.

"Where are we headed?"

"Ghost has a cabin way out way in the middle of nowhere,” Price explained. “It's more like a bunker or a panic room. He goes there whenever his past starts haunting him more than usual. He doesn't talk about it or tell anyone where it is, but I stumbled on it a few years back. I'd bet anything that's where he has your girl."

"Price?" König's voice was tense as he adjusted his scope, needing to do anything to occupy his hands. "If I get eyes on her and he has harmed her in any way? I'm taking him out. A dishonorable discharge for that would be my greatest honor. I will not ask for permission."

Price braced as they jumped the curb and dove into the forest ahead. "If that's the case, you won't have to."

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

My dumbass was reading this thinking it was a helpful guide for socially anxious folks like me 💀

I WAS TAKING NOTES! 🤣🤣🤣

How to show emotions

Part VII

How to show pride

standing tall

expanded posture, opening of the torso

lifted chin, head held high

big and confident smile

looking around to see if people recognize and admire what they are proud of

How to show enthusiasm

big smile and laughter

wide radiant eyes

raised eyebrows

jumping up and down or bouncing

clapping hands

big hand gestures

loud and high pitched voice

speaking quickly

How to show anxiety

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

heavy breathing

twitching in their face

often a blank stare or looking away

rigid posture

sweaty palms

bouncing their knees

rubbing palms against each other or clothing

How to show playfulness

laughing

giggling

grinning

using a playful tone

making a silly face

touching the other person teasingly

e.g. tickling, nudging, bumping into them

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV + Part V + Part VI

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[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Concerned König, protective König, concerned Price, protective Price, TW: Predatory behavior, TW: Manipulation, TW: Kidnapping, TW: Hostage situations

I'm gonna split this chapter into two parts because of how long it is lol. So this is Chapter 7 Part 1.

(Part 1)

König POV:

The next day came far too soon for König's taste. He'd woken up sore and disoriented, still dressed in the club outfit from the previous evening. From what he could currently remember, he’d had a pretty good time. At first, being around so many people he didn’t know really made him nervous. But once he had begun to settle in with a few drinks, that fear had quickly faded. In truth, he had probably gotten a bit too comfortable for his own good. Because the last thought he had that wasn’t muddled and hazy was joining Soap’s drinking game.

Soap was a true heavyweight when it came to alcohol. And König knew he shouldn’t have pushed himself to compete with a guy like that. But in the moment, it was so hard to resist whenever Soap would shove another drink in his hand and egg him on. He didn’t know just how many such drinks he’d gulped down that night. But from the piercing headache that was hammering away behind his eyes, it had been far too many.

With great effort, König hoisted himself out of his bed and began a groggy march towards the bathroom. Fortunately, Price had given him an exception from that morning’s run. He knew excessive drinking was not a common occurrence for him and had chosen to give him a bit of grace since he was enjoying his time with his girlfriend. Konig was beyond grateful for the merciful gesture too. Because the only thing his body was craving was hydration, a hot shower, and maybe some excedrin.

A little while later, König was feeling much more like his usual self. Clear-headed and relaxed. His headache had vanished, too, thanks to the medicine. He was looking like himself again, too, having returned to his usual tactical outfit. The only reason he was able to be so relaxed at the moment was the captain’s quick thinking. Thankfully, Price had left him a text last night that let him know you were okay and that he had arranged a ride to get you home. In addition to his persistent hangover, Konig had initially awoken in panic when he couldn't remember how he had gotten home last night and much less how you had. But as he approached the door to your room, he was much more at ease. He wanted to be there when you woke up so he could help you out of bed and get you feeling better, too.

He knocked at the door twice, but there was no reply. Assuming you were still in the clutches of a heavy slumber, König opened the door and wandered inside. But he was startled to find the room dark and empty. There were no signs that you had even been there since all of you had left for the club last night. Your bed sat clearly untouched, makeup palettes and hair supplies still littering its surface. Just as they had been before you had left. So where were you?

Just then, Price stepped out from his own room and into the hall. He was armed with a towel and a bottle of shampoo as he headed for the bathroom, sweat from his exercise still evident on his clothes. But König hurriedly waved him over to your room, full of concern.

“Captain?” he asked, gesturing to your empty room. “Have you seen Y/n this morning?”

Price poked his head around the doorframe, scanning the room as he shook his head. “No, I thought she was still passed out. Figured she could use a chance to sleep in after last night.”

König scratched his head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How did she get home last night? I was too out of it to remember much.”

“When I took everyone else back to base, Ghost said he’d get her home alright. But, come to think of it, I haven’t seen him around either.”

König turned, urgently knocking on Ghost’s door across the hall. But again, he was met with silence. He cast Price a questioning look, hesitant to enter the lieutenant’s quarters uninvited. But Price nodded, now looking a bit concerned himself. So with the captain’s permission, König turned the knob and the two of them ventured inside. The room sat just as dark and empty as Y/n’s had. And there was no sign it had been disturbed since last night either.

He stood in the middle of the room, head in his hands as his anxiety hit in full force. Something must have happened. Had there been an accident on their way home? Maybe a drunk driver had lost control and had hit them! They could both be hurt. Or worse. It was only when Price spoke that his mind stopped racing for a few seconds. The captain had instead chosen to explore the empty room, looking for any clues that would set their minds at ease and explain things. He was crouched in front of Ghost’s closet, looking at something.

“König,” he said, his voice measured and tense as if he was trying his best not to scare him. He had picked a small object up off the floor and was studying it intently. “That equipment from RTI yesterday? Remind me what we did with that gear once we finished that training.”

König paused to think for a moment, his hazy memory gradually lifting to reveal the events of the previous day that had led up to their night out. That’s right, they had mandatory training that day. Resistance to Interrogation, or RTI for short. It was important for their entire team to be well prepared to successfully complete their missions, but doubly important for them to be trained for what could happen if they ever failed. Typically, the training involved each of them practicing maintaining dead silence through various simulations of torture, humiliation, and interrogation. Nothing was taken too far and no real harm was done. But if you let the illusion get to you and you uttered anything other than your name, rank, and serial number? You failed and would have to repeat the course until you passed.

“It was all returned to secure storage,” König nodded, the memory beginning to come back. “I saw to it personally, just like you requested.”

Price looked tense. “I don’t think that it was. Not all of it.”

He tossed König the object that he had been looking at and grabbed an open duffel bag Ghost had shoved to the back of his closet. And as he dumped its contents out onto the floor, both of their expressions immediately went grim.

Vials of a clear solution tumbled out, many of them empty. With them came a handful of syringes, pairs of handcuffs, a vast array of hunting knives, and a bundle of rope followed after them. Face going pale, König studied the vial Price had tossed him. It contained a semi-clear liquid, and the vial was marked with a frenzy of warning labels and cautionary messages. And turning the bottle, König read its identifying label: CL-369. In other words, ketamine. Everyone knew it was both potent and incredibly dangerous. It was popular as a “date rape” drug for a reason. Just a small dose would have a person out in ten seconds or less.

The mood in the room abruptly shifted. König was no longer a concerned boyfriend. And Price was no longer his equally concerned friend. Instead, as the gravity of what they’d just discovered began to sink in, their minds immediately switched from off-duty to active as their training kicked in. They were soldiers now, faced with a horrifying mission they never once imagined they'd ever face.

"Suit up,” Price ordered, jumping to his feet and heading towards the hall. “Ghost’s gone rogue, and I think he's taken Y/n with him. We leave in five. Move!"

König didn’t need to be told twice as the two of them scrambled off to their respective rooms.

In much less than five minutes, they regrouped in the hall. König had crammed every weapon and tool he could grab into the front of his vest. He clicked his helmet into place and gripped his rifle in his hands, clutching it so tightly that his knuckles went white. The image of a friendly and caring teammate had quickly vanished. In its place was that of a ruthless killing machine practically quaking with a rampant hunger for blood. Price had changed into his combat gear, quickly reloading his handgun before shoving it into his leg holster as they rushed out the door towards his car.

"Do we have eyes on him? Any intel?” König asked, a newfound coldness in his voice.

"No,” Price quipped, starting the car and tearing out of the parking lot. ”But I know exactly where he would go."

König unclicked the safety on his rifle, his eyes narrowed and murderous.

"Take me to him. Now."

Reader POV:

Your morning began with pain. But you would gladly trade what you were feeling for a hangover any day. The confusion and disorientation you felt as your consciousness slowly resurfaced was becoming all too familiar at this point. The skin of your back felt raw. Your wrists stung, and every place the knife had touched felt like fire had been stitched into your flesh.

Every fiber of your body complained as you rolled over in bed. Wait, when had you been put in a bed? The repetitive question of where you were now emerged in your mind, but you batted it away. You were too tired to ask that question again. Even if you did get the answer, it's not as if it would help things. If you weren't back at home, at the barracks, or in König's arms, then you didn't feel safe. And upon realizing you weren’t alone in the room, you felt even more unsafe.

Ghost was lazily reclined in a chair across the room, facing the bed. His legs were spread as he relaxed against the backrest, absentmindedly twirling a hunting in his fingers as he no doubt waited for you to fully wake up. He'd changed, too. In place of his usual dark outfit, he was wearing a fitted dark shirt underneath his tactical vest. The short sleeves bulged to make room for his arms. His tactical pants had been replaced with jeans. But the leg holster strapped to his upper thigh quickly broke any illusion of casual clothing. You could see a glint of metal as the silver grip of his pistol peeked out from the holster, contrasting with the black straps of the harness.

His eyes flitted to you as you moved. "Morning."

You didn't answer, instead taking the opportunity to scan your surroundings. You were lying on a small, wooden bed. The blankets were soft as they fluttered over your otherwise bare skin. Your dress had vanished, but it's not like it would have been much use to you now after Ghost had sliced it to pieces. So you clung to the bedsheets, pulling them up to your chin.

The flooring was made of dark wooden panels. In fact, everything around you was. It seemed you were in some type of cabin. And peeking out the window beside you, you could see nothing but trees stretching out into the distance. With the sunlight streaming through them like that, it was almost like a picturesque vacation spot. But this wasn't a vacation. This wasn't picturesque in the slightest.

"Sleep well?" he asked, giving the knife another flip.

You were tempted to ignore him again, but you gave in and nodded dismissively. It was clear what he was attempting. He was grasping at straws and trying to connect with you. He was bad at it, but it was still painfully obvious. Somehow, after everything he'd done, he still managed to cling to hope that you'd eventually feel something for him. Part of you envied his hopefulness too, since yours continued to fade away. Regardless of how insane the notion was, you got the feeling he had no plans of stopping his pursuit until he achieved that result. Until you somehow confessed feelings for him or something.

"Ghost?" You asked, timidly. "Where are we?"

He didn't answer you, instead beckoning you over with the blade of the knife. You hesitated, but thought better of it when his eyes narrowed. So, you pushed yourself up with a soft groan as your entire body protested. But you ignored it as you carefully wrapped the bedsheet around you in a makeshift robe and climbed to your feet.

Ghost shook his head before nodding back towards the bed. "The sheet stays."

Though he'd already seen every bit of you so far, it still felt humiliating as you left the sheet behind and nervously came to stand in front of him.

After looking you over as he gave the knife one last twirl, he stowed it away in his vest and reached for you. You immediately jumped when his hands grabbed your hips, but he didn't do anything terrible. Instead, he turned you around so that your back faced him before pulling you down into his lap.

You didn't like facing away from him like this. You didn't like not having any clue what he was doing or thinking. But you carefully lowered yourself onto his thighs at his request.

A dull soreness pulsed from your groin, the area feeling slightly swollen and definitely sensitive to the touch. The fabric of his jeans was rough against the tender skin, making you grit your teeth and shift your position. You didn’t want to look down there to confirm it, but you were fairly certain you'd find dried blood or bruising if you did.

Your whole body was littered with darkened blotches that stood as silent witnesses to his previous roughness. And as he began inspecting each one, you felt yourself grow tense. His fingers lightly prodded at each cut and scratch. The touch was firm. Not soft enough to be classified as gentle, but not necessarily malicious either.

You hissed as his hands moved to your upper back. The skin was still raw and irritated.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"Of course it hurts," you grumbled internally. What kind of question was that? But you didn’t have the energy to argue with him right now. And you really didn’t want to piss him off when your body was still recovering from his last approach. So, again, you chose to simply nod your head.

Ghost didn't say anything else, but turned you around in his lap so that you straddled his hips. Panic returned as he did. You fully expected that a repeat of the night before was well on its way. But to your surprise, he just picked you up and carried you into another room. After unceremoniously depositing you into a large bathtub and tossing you a clean cloth, he sat on top of the closed lid of the toilet nearby.

"Clean yourself up," he snapped. "Make it quick."

Obediently, you closed the drain and cranked the knob. A torrent of warm water streamed out, quickly lining the bottom of the tub. It stung a bit when it first touched your skin, but the feeling quickly became soothing as the stubborn pain began melting away. You let the tub fill up as high as it could go before shutting off its supply. Then, with a sigh, you let your shoulders rest against the back of the tub. The water enveloped you like a warm embrace as the water surrounded your body. And if you tried hard enough, you could imagine you were back home unwinding after a long day of work.

You sat for a while, conjuring up alternate versions of the past few days that fit seamlessly into your everyday life. Maybe Elliott had brought those amazing doughnuts to the office again. Maybe Daphne had her hands full with bug fixes and needed you to help out. Maybe the client submitted updates to their deliverables and the whole team was working late to meet their demands. But no matter how hard you tried to focus, Ghost’s hovering presence in the room broke any illusion you tried to construct. So, eventually, you opened your eyes and accepted the grim reality. Looking his way revealed he was just sitting there with his forearms resting against his thighs, staring right back at you. You sat up a bit, folding the washcloth in your hands before setting it down on the edge of the tub. Then you sat there, staring right back in a silent request for a bit of privacy.

"You bathe with me here or you don't bathe at all," he huffed, crossing his arms. "I wasn't born yesterday."

Though it was not the response you wanted, his instincts weren’t wrong. The minute he had left the room, you had fully intended to scan the area for anything that could serve as a weapon. Anything sharp that you could hide in your hand or behind your back. But with that plan now foiled, you turned your body as far towards the opposing wall as you could before beginning to scrub your body clean. You could feel his eyes drilling into your back as you did, too. Always watching. Always wanting. So you chose conversation to at least ease the tension.

"Why are you being so nice to me now?" You asked timidly.

Ghost returned to playing with his knife as he spoke. "After what you admitted last night, I thought you deserved some positive reinforcement. I'm not shy to mete out punishment when necessary. By now, that should be clear. But you should know that being my good girl brings rewards, too."

What you admitted last night? Did he mean the whole “who do you belong to” line he’d thrown and pressured you to answer? Apparently, he was under the impression that coerced compliance was consent! That what he'd forced you to say last night was how you truly felt! Dumbfounded and frustrated with his denial, you were tempted to correct him. You didn't want to give him even the slightest idea that you were a willing participant in any of this. But, at the same time, you really wanted this bath. You needed it. You needed something other than pain just for a few minutes. So you stayed silent, continuing to gently wash the dirt from your skin.

As you did so, your stomach rumbled loudly. Embarrassed, you shot Ghost a pleading look over your shoulder. If he was in a rewarding mood, might as well get as much out of it as you could before it passed.

After digging around in his pocket, he produced a crumpled-looking granola bar. From the looks of it, it'd been in there for ages. You wouldn't have been surprised if nothing but a plume of granola dust came out when you opened the wrapper. But thankfully, it was still mostly intact. You munched at your rations hungrily, your stomach happy to have anything at all to digest. It felt like you hadn't eaten in days! The situation was still odd. But at least you were no longer covered in dirt and starving.

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

As you might have guessed from my recent absence, my mental health is in severe decline yet again~ 🙃🙃🙃

Currently calling customer service to file a complaint...

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

TW: Rape, TW: Sexual Assault, TW: Knife play, TW: Groping, TW: Drugging, TW: Kidnapping, TW: Forced Sex/Orgasm

This is the darkest chapter in this story by far. So, if any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't read this chapter. I truly don't want to trigger anyone.

Ghost POV:

As he crept through the thick foliage of the forest, Ghost chuckled at how easy this was proving to be. It was almost as if she had left a trail of flashing signs in her wake, each one blaring "I went this way! Come get me!". Her tiny little footprints stood out so clearly against the fallen branches and leaves. And she had disturbed enough tall grass to make her trajectory crystal clear.

Ghost crouched as he approached a fallen tree limb, carefully inspecting the story its markings retold. A short streak of shredded leaves crested over its rounded edge. Two large indentations dug into the earth immediately beyond it. And a messy pile of scattered leaves and dirt was right just ahead, bearing a print that resembled an outstretched hand.

She'd tripped and fallen here. So focused on what could be behind her that she neglected to look ahead. Ghost could almost taste her fear lingering in the air. The sweat on her skin as she pushed herself to exhaustion. She was wearing herself out. Good.

Reader POV:

The forest was so dark, you had to squint to see anything at all. It took a while for your eyes to begin to adjust, and you had plenty of cuts and scrapes to prove it. But once they had, you continued your frantic sprint through the seemingly endless forest.

You were never much of an outdoors person. The idea of voluntarily abandoning the comfort and convenience of home was the opposite to fun in your mind. So, when your parents had once tried to talk you into doing a wilderness survival youth camp, you'd shot them down without a thought. Little did you know, years later, you'd be kicking yourself for not jumping at the chance. Knowing how to find your way would have been really useful at the present moment.

Regardless, you pressed on. Any direction was fine by you as long as it was away from Ghost. He was probably already on the move by now, tracking you like a nightmarish hunter. So you tried to be both as fast and stealthy as possible.

It didn't take long before your legs began to tire, though. You'd maintained a near full sprint from the second you'd gotten out of his car. But you still couldn't see anything but trees as far as you could see.

As frustration set in, you decided it was time to change strategy and switch from escaping to hiding. Slowing to a stop, you scanned your surroundings in search of any cover whatsoever. The forest had gone quiet. Too quiet. So, wherever you decided to hide, you needed to find it fast.

Off to your right, there was a small cluster of bushes. Their leaves looked thick enough to conceal your form just enough in the darkness. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough. If you could just hang on until he wandered past you in his search, maybe you could double back and steal the jeep. Mind made up, you crept over towards your chosen hiding spot.

Out of nowhere, the steady silence was broken by the sound of a dislodged pebble bouncing off a nearby tree. You dropped to a low crouch, head whipping in the sound's direction. You couldn’t see anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't out there somewhere. It wasn’t until a full minute had passed without another sound that you moved again. You just had to get to those bushes.

Ghost POV:

Just as he'd anticipated, Ghost caught up with her in not much time at all. In her panic, she'd unknowingly zigzagged her way all over the place and likely believed she'd gotten much farther than she actually had. He moved like his namesake, floating through the darkness like a silent and deadly specter. The thought of having her to himself was plenty to speed him along his way. But the adrenaline rush of the hunt made it that much more exhilarating. When he finally spotted her, she was hunched over in a small clearing. He knelt into the brush and watched as she stood there, heaving for breath and clearly unsure of what to do next. Eyes now locked on his target, he switched his night vision goggles into thermal mode. He wanted details. Her silhouette came through in a bright collage of reds and oranges. Her body temp was high. And her respiratory and heart rates had spiked too. The numbers don't lie. She was nice and scared, as she should be.

After silently spectating for a bit, Ghost noticed her heart rate slow ever so slightly as she began moving towards a small clump of bushes. So she'd found a hiding spot. He smirked and grabbed a small rock. Without making a sound, he sent it flying through the air until it clattered against a tree behind her. The way she dove for cover and whipped her head around was quite entertaining. And just like that, her pulse spiked right back up again.

"Can't have you getting too relaxed, now can we?" Ghost mused, grabbing another rock. He patiently waited until she moved again. And as soon as she did, he took aim at a tree in an entirely different direction than the first and let it fly.

Reader POV:

Your head was on a swivel now as you fought the impending panic. Every time you thought the coast was clear, you'd hear something else. And every sound was coming from different directions! It couldn't be him. There's no way he could've caught you that quickly after such a head start!

But despite your logic, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somewhere just beyond your field of view. Abandoning the thought of hiding, you jumped to your feet and took off running all over again. But you had barely taken your second stride when something large and heavy slammed against your back.

A pair of muscled arms locked around your waist as your legs were roughly kicked out from beneath you. You landed on your knees, immediately clawing at the air behind you to grab any part of him that you could reach.

"No!" The word came out of you in a shrill cry of desperation. It was blood curdling. It was raw. "Ghost, please!"

Those words were all you could produce. You kicked and screamed as he wrestled you to the ground, forcing your face into the dirt.

"Don't be a sore loser now," Ghost chuckled, flipping you onto your back and forcing his body between your legs. "You had your chance. You lost. Game over."

You squirmed, arms flailing in a feeble attempt to hit him. But he was quick to respond, grabbing them both at the wrist and pinning them above your head. He effortlessly held them in place with one hand as he sat back, enjoying your helpless state below him.

"Now," he said, roughly shoving your dress up to your waist. "Let's see what I've won."

A muffled sob escaped your lips as the cool night air washed over your bare lower half. You could practically feel the heat of his gaze as his eyes flitted down to where your thighs met. Through his mask, he grabbed the fabric of his glove and slipped it off before tossing it away. Maintaining steady eye contact, he slipped his hand between your legs. His skin felt cold against your skin as he prodded at your exposed sex.

"Well, well, well," he murmured, running the back of his knuckles over your sensitive folds. "Look who's already nice and wet for me. Does König know what a dirty girl you really are?"

You snarled with fear and fury, twisting your legs to kick him. But you soon found yourself arching your back with a gasped whimper as his fingers plunged into your depths without warning. He met your eyes unflinchingly, almost defiantly, determined not to miss even the smallest detail of your response.

"I don't want this," you moaned, resisting the twinge of pleasure you felt as his fingers repeatedly curled inside you.

"You really think you can lie to me right now?" He smirked, lifting his thumb to torment your clit as his fingers began thrusting into you. "Your greedy little cunt was practically dripping before I'd even touched you. No, you want this. You want me to hurt you. And I'm gonna hurt you so good, princess."

You couldn’t fight him. And you couldn't stop your body from translating his heated assault into the beginnings of arousal. All you could do was tremble at his touch as his fingers drove into the most sensitive places with deadly precision. And every moan his actions produced only seemed to spur him on.

As his fingers continued pushing in and out of your core, he released your wrists and produced a small knife. You immediately tried and failed to inch yourself away from him, fearing he would use it to maim or even kill. But you froze as he leaned forward and pressed the blade against your throat. Never in your life had you been so still, afraid even the slightest breath would cause the blade to slip below the surface of your skin.

Ghost pushed the blade down with measured pressure, stopping just after a drop of blood welled up at the knife's edge. But he didn't press any further. Instead, he trailed the knife down the length of your body. The blade cut through the front of your dress like butter, but Ghost still made sure to nick your skin every now and then along the way. And you didn't need clarification on his unspoken threat. He could kill you a million ways without remorse or hesitation. It wouldn't take much.

Just as quickly as it had appeared, the knife vanished back into his vest as he returned his full attention to forcing his fingers as deep into your body as they could go. He spread them, experimentally stretching you out. But he let out a hissed moan as your body instinctively resisted, clenching tightly around his fingers.

"Bloody hell, you're tight. I bet he liked that didn't he?"

Finally, he withdrew his hand and forced you to watch as he admired the way the moonlight made your wetness glisten on his skin. Lifting the bottom of his mask, he took his time tasting you.

"And so sweet, too. But don't worry, he won't be on your mind much longer."

Your breath picked up as he unfastened his belt, easing it out of its loops before unzipping his pants. As he eased his clothing down his thighs, his stiffened manhood came free from its confinement and bounced heavily against your inner thigh. And the sight terrified you. Though he was a similar length to König, it was the girth of his sex that frightened you. If you thought König was a tight fit, there was no way Ghost could cram all of that inside you without significant pain.

You whimpered, shaking your head as you tried to press your thighs together. But the rejection only earned a growl of warning from Ghost as he forced them open even wider. He raised his hips, rubbing the firm head of his cock against your delicate lips and moaning as your wetness coated him liberally.

"Do you know long I've waited for this, princess?" He panted, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. "How long I had to stand back and watch his hands on you, just waiting for a chance to do this to you?"

"Ghost, please don't do this," you pleaded, a startled gasp of pain quickly following as he began to push against your entrance. "It's not going to fit!"

"From where I'm standing," he said, voice gone rough with arousal. "It'll fit just fine."

With a firm and brutal thrust, Ghost snapped his hips forward and impaled you on his length. It hurt. It hurt a lot. And the searing pain carried on as you screamed for him to stop. But he just kept going, developing a steady pace as he forced your body to adjust to the intrusion faster than it was able. As you writhed in pain at the onslaught, Ghost gave no indication that he would slow down.

"Go ahead and scream," he taunted with a curt laugh before groaning as your walls constricted around him as if to push him out. "No one's gonna hear you, princess. There's no one out here for miles. Just you and me. Just like it should have been from the start."

Every movement of his hips sent white hot pain rippling through your body. Your back stung as stray pine needles embedded themselves deeper into your skin with each thrust. You had nothing left to convince him and no way to make him stop. All you could do was lie there and grit your teeth through the pain, hoping that your tearful pleas would trigger whatever meager scrap of mercy he had in him. But as he increased the brutal pace, you were certain he had none whatsoever. You screwed your eyes shut, trying to block out reality. Trying to dull the pain. Trying to stop feeling anything at all as the pain began to brush dangerously close to pleasure. But his hand closed around your throat, forcing you to face him as he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Eyes on me. I want you to know exactly who made you feel this good. I wanna pound every last memory of him out of your system until all that's left is me."

The very next thrust was all pleasure as his length made solid impact with your cervix. You couldn't stop the needy moan it produced. He knew exactly what he was doing. The choking, the roughness, all of it. You couldn't stop it from somehow feeling good. And the thought that such cruel treatment made you feel even the smallest bit of pleasure was beginning to break you. You wanted him to stop. You were still begging him to stop! But your body was now begging for the exact opposite. And you could tell from the cocky look in his eyes that he was well aware of that fact.

"Is someone getting close?"

"No," you gasped, despite the incessant moans you couldn't hold back. You looked away with a choked sob. "Oh my god! Oh fuck!"

He tightened his grip on your neck, leaning down to moan in your ear. "I think you're lying."

The punishing pace began to steadily increase as he pounded you into the forest floor with reckless abandon. With his thumb, he pressed down on the precise spot the knife had cut you and groaned as you hissed in pain. A steady string of curses rasped against your ear as he chased his own impending climax. And despite your best efforts, your own wasn't far behind. Short spasms tore through your inner walls, giving Ghost delicious tastes of what was soon to come as he grunted with pleasure.

"Tell me," he growled, panting against your shoulder. His voice was growing strained and desperate as his pace rapidly began to fall out of rhythm. "Tell me you've never been fucked this good in your life. Tell me I'm better. Tell me who owns this dirty little cunt."

You let out a strangled moan, feeling your body begin to tremble as your orgasm approached. But he wasn't satisfied. That wasn't what he wanted. He released your throat, and you gasped for breath as his hand seized your chin, enveloping your jawline nearly from ear to ear. His eyes were wild and the slightest bit unhinged as he pressed his face against yours.

"I wanna hear you say it! Tell me who owns you. Fucking say it!"

You sobbed as the unwanted pleasure overwhelmed you. You were in no place to resist him. You had no choice but to give him what he wanted if you wanted to survive.

Humiliated and afraid, tears streamed down your face as you spoke the words he demanded to hear, and your climax overtook you. "You do!"

His body stiffened above you as he clutched your hips, throwing his head back with a guttural cry as your walls spasmed around his length. And as your core increased in tightness, you felt him twitch deep inside you as the warmth of his orgasm was forced even deeper with each fading thrust.

Once he was finally spent, he pulled out. His chest heaved as he savored the rush of endorphins coursing through him, admiring his handiwork as he did. He liked what he saw. The tears that poured down your cheeks, the bruises that marked your body, the pale liquid seeping out of your abused sex. He liked all of it.

As for you, you couldn't move. Your body felt numb. You felt detached from reality, and you didn't want to ever come back to it. So you laid there, sprawled out where he'd left you. Dissociated and happy to remain so. Because anything else would be too painful to bear. You didn't even fight when you felt the familiar prick of a needle against your neck. And as the darkness closed in, you welcomed it. You hoped it would never lift. You hoped you'd never again have to hear the words Ghost was murmuring into your ear.

"Good girl."

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.