konigseyess

[konigseyess]

Ghost as an overprotective asshole!! like he’s rude to you but he just wants you safe?

Pairing: Ghost x fem!reader

Content Warnings: +18 SMUT (minors please dni!), unprotected sex (p in v).

Ghost would be so fucking rude to you sometimes. To the point where it would make you hate him even more each time he did it. And it would be a slow burn thing for sure between you two.

He’d be scolding you out for doing this or that wrong, telling you to pick up your pace because you’re too slow or too small. He’d start to watch you in trainings and even if you’d do good, he’d just pick on things you could’ve done better and he’d make sure to tell you after practice - but not in a nice way - but he’d tell you how you could improve. You’d quickly grow tired of hearing him.

Like shooting practices: you’d aim with your gun and shoot perfectly and he’d walk past behind you and say “not bad.” And if you happened to hear him you’d just roll your eyes, telling him to shut up or just ignore him.

At the cafeteria he’d just walk straight to you and sit beside you uninvited. You’d notice he’d just follow you like a puppy, everywhere you go, but once you confront him on it he’d just turn sour again and be rude to you. He wouldn’t really show his emotions.

He’d shout at you and a few minutes after check on you to make sure you were good. You’d scold him off, tell him to leave you the fuck alone and he’d turn into a puddle of regret. He’d apologise and you would think he’s gone mad. Ghost apologising? You’d say something in the line of “whatever” or “as if you even meant it”, and you’d the see the regret on his eyes through his mask. Eventually, you’d see the hurt in him and you would say it’s fine. And he’d leave you alone for the night.

The next day you’d be walking beside another recruit, conversing or laughing, and he’d come up behind you and fall back into his normal behaviour. “Don’t you have work to do?” or asking you to do this or that for him, giving you absurd tasks so he could keep a watchful eye on you at all times.

He’d insist on you calling him Lieutenant, but very few times he’d correct you and say to call him Simon. He’d give you these profound mixed signals and you’d eventually get tired of his behaviour to the point where you avoided talking to him at all. He’d notice this and he’d make sure you addressed him whenever this happened, asking questions about the missions and other nonsense.

He would totally try to get you alone with him. And you recognise there was some kind of tension there, but you tried to push it off, he was an asshole after all. He’d call you to his office or ask you to help him with the ran over or revision of the mission accomplishments. “Couldn’t you have asked König or someone else to help you with this?” you’d ask. “They’re busy.” he’d simply say, always in the same inexpressive tone to his voice.

He’d tell you to not hang around certain new recruits because he’d say they were bad company or would distract you from your work. He’d admit you were a great soldier and that those people eventually would disappoint, and you shouldn’t be involved with them. You’d laugh at his statement and say “Is that an order as well?”. He’d look you in the eyes and say eyes. “Since when are you authorised to determine who I talk to or not?” you’d ask in a mocking way. “I’m your fucking Lieutenant and you’ll do as I say.” he would stand from his chair and you’d look up at his figure silently for a few seconds. You’d chuckle and say quietly “Is that all, Lieutenant?”. He’d nod yes and you’d get up abruptly, heading to the door. You’d open it and he’d close it behind you, talking your hand in his and pushing you against the door as he grabbed your face and kissed you intensely.

Your eyes would widen but after a couple seconds it all made sense. The constant teasing you misread as pure evil, the regular office hours scheduling missions and discussing his objectives, the way he would keep you busy, keeping you away from certain people. It was all so obvious as your lips would be connected in this closed room, away from others eyes.

Eventually he’d pull back to breathe and evaluate your expression. You’d look at him, mouth slightly parted as you watch his eyes read your expression with such intent. He’d start to mumble soft words like “I’m sorry.” or “I shouldn’t have done that.”, but you’d quickly cut him off with another kiss. You’d jump on him, him grabbing the back of your legs as you wrapped them around his waist.

His hands would be firm, but gentle, unlike his tone ever since you both met. He wouldn’t be able to keep his grip off you, as he sat on top of his high desk, with you still straddling his lap.

Once you two stopped kissing to take a breath, Ghost would say something in the lines of “I thought you hated me” with a smug expression on his face. “Likewise” you’d reply, only to connect both your lips once again.

He’d help you take off your gear and unzip your pants, only for you to do the same to him. You’d watch his half-lidded eyes trace every single curve of your body behind his mask. It’s like he was trying to memorise them all.

You’d waist no time. The tension built between you two for the past months was unbearable, and you both needed to make it go away. With you sat on his lap, you’d spread your legs further apart in order for him to have better access. As soon as he realised what you were allowing him, he rushed to try and adjust himself into your entrance. Once your sexes connected, Ghost filling your void deeply, you both moaned in unison, filling the quiet office with your voices.

Praises like “fuck”, “you’re so perfect”, “we fit just right”, “good fucking girl”, between other obscenities like him telling you how tight you were, how wet you were for him, how his name sounded so sweet coming from your lips.

He’d ask you to call him Simon. He’d ask you to repeat his name between moans over and over again. He’d never grow tired of it. In fact, it would help him reach his high after yours. He’d moan your name for sure once he reached his orgasm, mixed in with grunts and exhales.

Once you’d try to let go of him and get up on your feet, he’d wrap your arms around your waist, not planning to let you go. You’d be surprised by his want to keep you close, you’d always expecting this to be a one time thing, no feelings attached. Absolutely no after care. But Ghost knew how to prove you wrong apparently.

[konigseyess]

why are people constantly sleeping on Konig's submissive side? he's a 6'9 foot killing machine yes, but he's also a tiny good boy who'd love to be on his knees and worshiping you

I feel this in my heart

Content warnings: smut +18 (minors pls dni!), oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex (p in v)

You just know König would love to come home to you late at night, go upstairs and climb onto the bed with his gear still on while you’re sleeping, and just shower you with kisses and without being able to stop himself from running his gloved hand over your body. Asking you if you’re okay, if you need anything.

He’d be begging for your touch so bad, feeling terrible that he’d wake you up but also hungry and deprived from you for so many hours or sometimes even days if he’d been on a mission.

I’m pretty sure he’d whisper your name in your ear between deep kisses in an attempt to wake you up, pleading to give him attention.

As soon as he’d get your attention he’d go full puppy dog eyes mode, begging you to sit on his face so he could make you feel good again. He’d pull up his mask just to reveal his mouth and tell you to put on your full body weight on top of him, fully sitting on his face. That’s the only way he’d enjoy it. He’d also grab both your thighs in between his arms so you had nowhere to go, fully secured in that position. You’d moan his name and he’d go fucking crazy over your voice. A LOT OF EYE CONTACT.

After taking care of you, mouth filled with your juices and panting, he’d beg you to take him out of his gear and whispering profanities as soon as your hands touched him in any way. He’d be such a baby about it, grunting and moaning your name whenever he had the chance.

Being only fair that you’d return the favour (not like you wouldn’t want to) you’d wrap your mouth around his length and he’d go crazy. König wouldn’t be shy about using his words, moaning praise words and phrases of encouragement like “feels so fucking good”, “how did I get this lucky?”, “Ich liebe dich so sehr” (“I love you so much”), “perfect mouth”. He’d run one of his hands down your back, and the other would grab your hair in a ponytail between his fingers. Again, a lot of eye contact as he’d watch your eyes look up at his from below every once in a while. He’d cum inside your mouth and you’d sit on his lap, demand him to kiss you so he could taste himself. He’d do it every single time without complaining.

He’d beg you to tie his hands behind his back while you took a ride. You knew he could get out anytime he wanted to, he has the strength for it, but he would never. After sitting on his length he would move his his hips upwards in hopes of getting closer to you, and in response you’d push him down the mattress so he’d stay still. Once again, you knew your strength didn’t match his, but you found incredibly attractive the fact that he would let you think so. He’d feel your hands apply pressure on his shoulders downwards and he’d stop his movements so you could take charge.

König would absolutely not be afraid to make noise. He’d pant and moan his way through his pleasure as he’d feel your walls wrapped around his cock. The room would be filled with his low voice, increasing as he would help you reach your second orgasm of the night. “You’re so pretty, Liebchen.”, “Fucking perfect, mein Engel.” would spill out of his mouth like warm honey while he watched you without blinking, as you rode your orgasm on top of him.

You’d help him get his high, bouncing faster on his length as you’d watch his mouth fall open, head thrown back, eyes on the ceiling, limbs numb. You’d grab his face in your hand, pushing it down so you could kiss him once again, letting him focus on your eyes again, telling him to cum inside you. His eyes would not avert from yours. If this were a staring contest, König would always win. The way he would look at you, his eyes filled with lust as his release would fill you up.

He’d also just want to stay inside you for hours if you let him, feeling the comfort of your wetness and warmth.