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Konig:

Inspection kink

Ghost:

Ex boyfriend ghost

Seeing Ghost for the first time

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Konig who silently (but gently) faces each plushy on your bed away from you, so you guys are out of the plushies sight. Right before he fucks the absolute shit out of you, sloppy, spitting, wet sweaty sex, he wouldn’t want your poor plushies to witness how he destroys their mom would he?

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Summary: You venture on a date with a new man after your recent breakup with ghost, when things take a sudden twist as the man sneaks something in your beverage. But don’t worry ghost is always lurking.

Warning: mentions of reader being drugged, slight fight scene

Ghost, your ex who stalks you at the bar with your new date, you’re completely unknown to his presence just a couple feet away from you. Ghost sits in a dark corner, he watches as the worthless scum by your side buys you a drink, your least favorite drink to be exact. Noticing your usual politeness and sweetness as you thank the guy for getting you it anyways. You didn’t have any plans to actually sleep with the guy, but you knew if word got around you’re moving on Ghost would be pissed. Exactly what you wanted.

Ghost felt no shame staring down the two of you with a glowering expression on his face, as he occasionally takes sips of his drink continuing to watch you with sharp eyes as you giggle at whatever your date is saying. But when you dismiss yourself and go to the restroom Ghost watches as your date pulls your drink towards him and takes a vile full of powder and tips it over your cup so it falls in, stirring quickly with the straw that sits in it, pushing it away back in front of your seat before anyone around him notices. Besides Ghost, Ghost notices everything when it comes to you. He fills with rage and a need to protect you, his precious little thing, being naughty and taking other men out to distract yourself from Ghost, see? this is what you get. How could you be so dumb?

Ghost wants to rip the man’s head clean off with his bare hands right here right now, his fist clenching harder around his glass, as soon as you return back from the restroom, Ghost is already to his feet, slamming down his glass, taking heavy strides to the man, he secretly and swiftly pulls out his Walther M2, a small black handgun, cocking it and placing it to the guys back.

“Outside now” he spits dauntingly in a low voice, one of his hands grabbing the man’s shoulder, tugging him with him out the door swinging him around the back corner, where no one is around.

You quickly follow behind them, you don’t want to get anyone in the bars attention so you wait till you’re also out the door to shout, “Ghost what the hell??” you say confused, but not suprised, it’s a classic move for ghost to threaten any man you talk to. Ghost ignored you as he effortlessly pushes the guy to the ground, a cloud of dirt flying around from the impact. You attempt to get Ghost to stop by grabbing his bicep with two hands and calling his name but he doesn’t budge as he grabs the man by the collar, pulling him towards him off his feet and shoving his back against a brick wall. Laying a singular punch to his face. “What did you put in her drink?” Ghosts interrogates, in a sharp command, his eyes narrowing to slits. His left hand gripping the man’s shirt so hard his nuckles are turning white. In response the guy says nothing but trembles in fear. That’s not enough for ghost so he slams the guys head into the wall. “Wanna try that again?” he spits, you don’t even have a chance to react. The guy caves in a tremble, spilling what sick drug he used and how it would make you sleepy and fog up your memory.

Like a coward Ghost knew he was the first time he saw him, he pleads to be let go. Without word Ghost throws him to the ground, his figure towering over him as he watches the poor guy struggle pathetically, trying to get back on his feet. Once he does Ghost lays a heavy punch to his stomach then one to his face leaving the man bleeding and groaning. Ghost grabs him one last time and makes sure to tell him just how lucky he is he didn’t kill him, and if he sees him again his head will be on a fucking stake, before pushing him away and letting him run down the alley far far away from him tripping multiple times in the process. It’s then that he turns his attention to you, he meets your eyes and his gaze is sharp, he then strides towards you grabbing you by your elbow, making you walk with him to his car, his pace is so quick that you almost stumble over your feet, luckily the strong grasp he has on you keeps you standing. “What did you think you were doing” he spews, a strict tone in his words “A fucking rando at a bar??” he spews again his voice getting more harsh, “What have I told you about men like that? Christ I should have ripped his head off, what had you of done if I wasn’t there?” he rambles on any possible outcome, scolding you.

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that’s it for today i was just obsessing over the idea of ghost being all protective and a bit jealous too

Pls send requests as i’m picking up my blog again

[zanerose]

I love deeply traumatized men with haunted eyes. Like hell yeah babe look at me as if I'm the only good thing you've ever known.

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Ghost who makes sure to fuck you real well before leaving for a mission. He makes sure he gets every possible angle and position to wear you out. He pumps load after load into you and onto you so that you have enough cum dripping out of you for the 2 months he will be gone. He makes sure to leave big hickies and bruises on your thighs, your butt, your neck, chest, everywhere that will sure last a while.

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konig x inspection kink heehee

Taking Konig is a struggle, he’s a massive man and you’re much smaller compared to him, so it takes him some prepping to be able to stick his entire cock in you, but sometimes (like nights like last night) he doesn’t have the self control and stuffs you full anyways. One thing about Konig is Konig can and will make it fit.

It leaves you the next morning with a deep aching pain in your abdomen, any sudden movement makes you wince. You figured that out on your own when you woke up before Konig and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water, only to make it half way, falling onto the couch, clutching a pillow to your chest, feeling a slight sting as you sit.

Konig can’t sleep without you so after a few minutes you hear the soft creek of his bedroom door, Konigs towering frame filled the doorway as he walked in, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His gaze softened when he saw you sitting there, curled up on the couch. Already having an idea of what might be going on.

You know he feels bad when he kneels down in front of you, one calloused hand resting gently on your thigh, the other lifting your face so your eyes create an invisible tunnel towards one another. His voice going soft “Mein Shatz” he speaks scanning your face “What’s wrong?”. Your response is to pout to your boyfriend, fiddling with his fingers that rest on your thigh, you state that your belly and “down there” hurts and that your worried, asking him him sweetly if he can just make sure everything is okay down there, after all he knows you best.

“Of course Liebe, i’ll take a look for you” He responds and easily but carefully props you onto your back with your knees bent. He drags your panties down your legs, and pushes your thighs open to get a better look he keeps them open for a second, not touching but looking, scanning the area, moving his head to see different angles. With two fingers he spreads your lips and inspects them for a moment & then gently lets them go, he takes the tip of his thumb and swipes down on your cunt, making contact with your sensitive sore clit, making your body jump at the contact. He swiped again and you watch how intensely his eyes focus on you, “Went too hard on you last night didn’t I?” he lets out as if he’s almost ashamed, he moves his thumb lower down to circle your hole gently massaging the sore area “poor maus” he said in a low voice, “looking so sore, does it hurt bad?” before you can respond, he dips just the tip of his large thumb in half way to test you and feel the ache, you wince and nod your head yes, his dark eyes still staring intensely between your legs “kleine fotze” he mumbles, taking his thumb back out. “Have to take it easy on your from now on okay?” he says meeting your innocent eyes with a slight frown on his face. He puts your panties back on for you, before placing a kiss to your head and lifting you, walking you back to bed with him.

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Summary: You venture on a date with a new man after your recent breakup with ghost, when things take a sudden twist as the man sneaks something in your beverage. But don’t worry ghost is always lurking.

Warning: mentions of reader being drugged, slight fight scene

Ghost, your ex who stalks you at the bar with your new date, you’re completely unknown to his presence just a couple feet away from you. Ghost sits in a dark corner, he watches as the worthless scum by your side buys you a drink, your least favorite drink to be exact. Noticing your usual politeness and sweetness as you thank the guy for getting you it anyways. You didn’t have any plans to actually sleep with the guy, but you knew if word got around you’re moving on Ghost would be pissed. Exactly what you wanted.

Ghost felt no shame staring down the two of you with a glowering expression on his face, as he occasionally takes sips of his drink continuing to watch you with sharp eyes as you giggle at whatever your date is saying. But when you dismiss yourself and go to the restroom Ghost watches as your date pulls your drink towards him and takes a vile full of powder and tips it over your cup so it falls in, stirring quickly with the straw that sits in it, pushing it away back in front of your seat before anyone around him notices. Besides Ghost, Ghost notices everything when it comes to you. He fills with rage and a need to protect you, his precious little thing, being naughty and taking other men out to distract yourself from Ghost, see? this is what you get. How could you be so dumb?

Ghost wants to rip the man’s head clean off with his bare hands right here right now, his fist clenching harder around his glass, as soon as you return back from the restroom, Ghost is already to his feet, slamming down his glass, taking heavy strides to the man, he secretly and swiftly pulls out his Walther M2, a small black handgun, cocking it and placing it to the guys back.

“Outside now” he spits dauntingly in a low voice, one of his hands grabbing the man’s shoulder, tugging him with him out the door swinging him around the back corner, where no one is around.

You quickly follow behind them, you don’t want to get anyone in the bars attention so you wait till you’re also out the door to shout, “Ghost what the hell??” you say confused, but not suprised, it’s a classic move for ghost to threaten any man you talk to. Ghost ignored you as he effortlessly pushes the guy to the ground, a cloud of dirt flying around from the impact. You attempt to get Ghost to stop by grabbing his bicep with two hands and calling his name but he doesn’t budge as he grabs the man by the collar, pulling him towards him off his feet and shoving his back against a brick wall. Laying a singular punch to his face. “What did you put in her drink?” Ghosts interrogates, in a sharp command, his eyes narrowing to slits. His left hand gripping the man’s shirt so hard his nuckles are turning white. In response the guy says nothing but trembles in fear. That’s not enough for ghost so he slams the guys head into the wall. “Wanna try that again?” he spits, you don’t even have a chance to react. The guy caves in a tremble, spilling what sick drug he used and how it would make you sleepy and fog up your memory.

Like a coward Ghost knew he was the first time he saw him, he pleads to be let go. Without word Ghost throws him to the ground, his figure towering over him as he watches the poor guy struggle pathetically, trying to get back on his feet. Once he does Ghost lays a heavy punch to his stomach then one to his face leaving the man bleeding and groaning. Ghost grabs him one last time and makes sure to tell him just how lucky he is he didn’t kill him, and if he sees him again his head will be on a fucking stake, before pushing him away and letting him run down the alley far far away from him tripping multiple times in the process. It’s then that he turns his attention to you, he meets your eyes and his gaze is sharp, he then strides towards you grabbing you by your elbow, making you walk with him to his car, his pace is so quick that you almost stumble over your feet, luckily the strong grasp he has on you keeps you standing. “What did you think you were doing” he spews, a strict tone in his words “A fucking rando at a bar??” he spews again his voice getting more harsh, “What have I told you about men like that? Christ I should have ripped his head off, what had you of done if I wasn’t there?” he rambles on any possible outcome, scolding you.

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that’s it for today i was just obsessing over the idea of ghost being all protective and a bit jealous too

Pls send requests as i’m picking up my blog again

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Simon “Ghost” Riley sat near the far end of the bar, his large frame draped in a black hoodie. His hood was up, hiding his figures and casting a shadow in the dim light to the point where only his eyes were visible.

Sat in front of him was a round glass with a neat pour of whiskey, no garnish, just the whiskey in its purest form. He tipped the glass back, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat, the familiar warmth settling in his chest.

His attention wandered to the rest of the bar. The chatter of patrons blended into a hum, but his mind wasn't really on the noise. He wasn’t here to socialize. He preferred the silence, the solitude.

On another hand he took a glance at his surroundings, to his left, Gaz was leaning in, his voice low and confident as he talked to a girl, throwing a few well-timed smirks her way. To his right, Soap and Price were engaged in a seemingly well conversation the tension from one of this week’s jobs seemed to slowly loosen from their shoulders.

Simons gaze lazily shifted around, scanning the familiar faces he seems to see every time the 141 comes here. And that’s when he spots you. It wasn’t immediate, at first, he only noticed the way you moved- like you didn’t quite belong in a place like this.

You sat towards the opposite end of the bar, a carefully crafted cocktail in front of you, something strong but with a touch of sweetness, maybe a whiskey based old fashion? Simon assumed, though he hadn’t seen you take a sip yet. There was no rush, no sense of urgency in your actions, just an undeniable air of calm around you, like the world had somehow paused just for you.

You shift in your seat and Simon snaps out of the trance you unknowingly put him in, diverting his gaze back to his glass. His finger absently toying with the rim, you were pretty, there was something about your purity, just like the whiskey in front of him, no frills, no pretenses. You weren’t here to impress anyone, nor were you hiding behind a front. You just were. In a way Simon respected, even through the layers of his mask.

Simon lifted his glass, tilting his head back to take another gulp, as he placed his glass back on the bar top he couldn’t help but steal another glance at you, drawn at the way you sipped your drink, the way your lips parted as you spoke to the bartender. His gaze lingered for a few moments longer, just enough for you to glance over his way, your eyes meeting in a breif silent acknowledgment. You looked away first but not before simon’s breath caught in his chest.

Simon tried his best to focus on the conversation being had next to him, but it was no use. His mind kept drifting back to you.

You didn’t seem to be aware of the way his attention shifted towards you again and again, but then, as if on cue, Simon watched you turn, your eyes finding his for a brief instant before you quickly looked down again. But Simon didn’t look away. It was subtle, a quiet exchange but meant something more to Him.

Soap nudged Simon, jolting him out of his thoughts and forcing him to loo k away.

“Oi, Ghost, you look like you’re about to burn a hole in the poor lass over there.”

Simon grunted, his gaze snapping quickly back to his drink “just having a quite one” he muttered

“Maybe she noticed you staring, what’s the harm in a little chat, eh?”

Simon didn’t answer. He couldn’t. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that kept pulling his attention back. Simon wasn’t a man who usually got caught up in thoughts like these. Hell, he spent years burying that side of him through combat.

Then without warning you stood. Simons eyes followed you as you pushed in the bar stoll, unsure whether to look away or to continue watching. You were headed to the door, moving with the same grace that had first caught his attention. And just before you dissapred into the night, you turned your head, eyes meeting his once more, a smile playing at the edges of your lips before you shut the bar door behind you.

For the first time in a long while, Simon allowed himself to believe in the possibility of something more than the shadows he usually lived in.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley sat near the far end of the bar, his large frame draped in a black hoodie. His hood was up, hiding his figures and casting a shadow in the dim light to the point where only his eyes were visible.

Sat in front of him was a round glass with a neat pour of whiskey, no garnish, just the whiskey in its purest form. He tipped the glass back, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat, the familiar warmth settling in his chest.

His attention wandered to the rest of the bar. The chatter of patrons blended into a hum, but his mind wasn't really on the noise. He wasn’t here to socialize. He preferred the silence, the solitude.

On another hand he took a glance at his surroundings, to his left, Gaz was leaning in, his voice low and confident as he talked to a girl, throwing a few well-timed smirks her way. To his right, Soap and Price were engaged in a seemingly well conversation the tension from one of this week’s jobs seemed to slowly loosen from their shoulders.

Simons gaze lazily shifted around, scanning the familiar faces he seems to see every time the 141 comes here. And that’s when he spots you. It wasn’t immediate, at first, he only noticed the way you moved- like you didn’t quite belong in a place like this.

You sat towards the opposite end of the bar, a carefully crafted cocktail in front of you, something strong but with a touch of sweetness, maybe a whiskey based old fashion? Simon assumed, though he hadn’t seen you take a sip yet. There was no rush, no sense of urgency in your actions, just an undeniable air of calm around you, like the world had somehow paused just for you.

You shift in your seat and Simon snaps out of the trance you unknowingly put him in, diverting his gaze back to his glass. His finger absently toying with the rim, you were pretty, there was something about your purity, just like the whiskey in front of him, no frills, no pretenses. You weren’t here to impress anyone, nor were you hiding behind a front. You just were. In a way Simon respected, even through the layers of his mask.

Simon lifted his glass, tilting his head back to take another gulp, as he placed his glass back on the bar top he couldn’t help but steal another glance at you, drawn at the way you sipped your drink, the way your lips parted as you spoke to the bartender. His gaze lingered for a few moments longer, just enough for you to glance over his way, your eyes meeting in a breif silent acknowledgment. You looked away first but not before simon’s breath caught in his chest.

Simon tried his best to focus on the conversation being had next to him, but it was no use. His mind kept drifting back to you.

You didn’t seem to be aware of the way his attention shifted towards you again and again, but then, as if on cue, Simon watched you turn, your eyes finding his for a brief instant before you quickly looked down again. But Simon didn’t look away. It was subtle, a quiet exchange but meant something more to Him.

Soap nudged Simon, jolting him out of his thoughts and forcing him to loo k away.

“Oi, Ghost, you look like you’re about to burn a hole in the poor lass over there.”

Simon grunted, his gaze snapping quickly back to his drink “just having a quite one” he muttered

“Maybe she noticed you staring, what’s the harm in a little chat, eh?”

Simon didn’t answer. He couldn’t. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that kept pulling his attention back. Simon wasn’t a man who usually got caught up in thoughts like these. Hell, he spent years burying that side of him through combat.

Then without warning you stood. Simons eyes followed you as you pushed in the bar stoll, unsure whether to look away or to continue watching. You were headed to the door, moving with the same grace that had first caught his attention. And just before you dissapred into the night, you turned your head, eyes meeting his once more, a smile playing at the edges of your lips before you shut the bar door behind you.

For the first time in a long while, Simon allowed himself to believe in the possibility of something more than the shadows he usually lived in.

[teenagefangirldiaries]

girls be the shyest , quietest and most reserved person in the world yet have the most inappropriate , violent sexual fantasies in their head

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simon didn't want to go out often, but when he did he was the most possessive simon you've ever seen. never ever for a second left his hands off your body, always there, always touching somewhere.

he loved those little dresses you chose, they drove him crazy and you knew that. but he hated the attention that came along with them. from the eyes of other men. his jaw always tight, his eyes torn between your body and the gazes from other men. but your body always ended getting most of it, of course.

when you finally chose a place to eat, because he was always a gentleman and let you choose, he would always pull your hips and make you sit on his thighs. his hands never leaving your legs, or your waist, or up and down your arm.

you always blushed, very aware of the looks of people surrounding you shoot at you both. simon didn't give a flying fuck, though, you knew that. he always buried his face on your neck, inhaling your scent while you squirm, trying to choose something from the menu. accidentally grinding on his hardening cock, trying to put a little distance since you understood he'd never let you take another chair for yourself.

simon would grip your waist and legs harder, hissing under his breath at the graze of your barely covered ass on his crotch.

"bahave, lov', or i may take you 'ight here on this table", simon would whisper against your neck, soft biting your skin in a warning.

your cheeks would turn red, but that wouldn't mean you'd stop.

[machveil]

Off-Putting!Simon Riley with a Reader that matches his freak

Off-Putting!Simon Riley that stares at you like you’re a figment of his imagination. you’re poking around in the kitchen making a quick lunch while Simon’s cleaning dishes— well, he was. he paused when he felt the urge to look at you. he’s been lazily rinsing the same dish for two minutes, looking at you through his pale eyelashes as you quietly move about. he snaps out of it a minute later, your back is to him, but you’ve felt his eyes on you the whole time, “You can keep looking, Simon, just turn the faucet off.”

Off-Putting!Simon Riley that holds you a little too tight. his touch is always loving, but once in a while his blunt nails dig into your skin. small red marks from his fingers pads gripping the fat of your hips around the house left in his wake. in public he’ll do the same, no regard for how it might look to others, his eyes are solely on you. and, oh, Simon adores when you’re affectionately rough with him. he’s taken to wearing t-shirts around you, faded teeth indents littering his biceps from when you’ve felt the need to nip and gnaw at him

Off-Putting!Simon Riley that follows you around the grocery store, he’s been keeping a small distance - idly following you while passersby glance at him. you like it when he shadows you, standing at the edge of the aisle you’re in. he only comes up to you when a man approaches, the poor guy telling you he there’s some ‘strange man’ stalking you through the store. Simon’s suddenly beside you, dark eyes glaring at him as you smile, “Oh— thanks, this is my husband.”, you laugh, smitten when you look up at your Simon

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eat me whole