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Introduction
Characters:
Ghost
König
WARNING:
•Content Warnings(CW) on tags, or on tops of posts (if it's not on the very top, check the tags. ALWAYS CHECK THE TAGS FOR CW.)
•Heavy R18 are written from time to time
•writes NONCON, bodyhorror and other kinks
(I will put CWs just in case.)
"#meat draws" for my art because I'm too lazy to compile
Drawings and Profile Pic drawn by Me
Just thinking about Simon’s cat! hybrid wife
(Smut! MDNI)
craving milk, so he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock in front of her face. She hungrily laps at the precum dripping from his tip. Her tongue licks up and down his length but returns to sucking the head. She keeps swirling it roughly under and all around the surface. His body tenses and jerks in overstimulation, clutching his fists tight to hold still. As she purrs, the vibrations travel down his dick. Eventually, she starts pawing at his balls too. Simon can’t handle the stimulation, and he comes with a loud groan, hand firmly but carefully grasping her head. As his dick shoots spurt after spurt, she swallows around it, milking even lore from his already heavy load.
vs
Big, scary Simon Riley being desperately submissive to his tinier wife needing her to spray him to mark her territory. He begs her to sit on his face, then he’ll pull her weight all the way down. He eats pussy like a man parched and starving. He makes her cum over and over. Squirming, she can’t hold it anymore, so he slips his fingers inside and crooks them in rough, quick thrusts till she’s showering him in golden liquid. The second she practically falls off, she’s met with the grin of a drenched but sated man. Crazy bastard has a twinkle in his eyes as he licks his lips to get some more of the taste.
the DS in bdsm stands for Doom Slayer
You loved when Simon fucked you. I mean who wouldn't. He was huge, cock included. Tall and rugged and handsome in a scarred, mysterious, haunted kind of way.
But you especially loved it when he fucked you like this.
Head laid back against the pillows. Hips raised over his thighs. Sitting up as he fucked into you. Of course it felt great, it always did. But fuck... his chest.
Every thrust made the fat meat of his pecs bounce. It was hypnotising in a way. The jiggle as they lifted up, the crease against his ribs as they fell back down. You could stare at them all day, and you had, on occasion.
You ran your fingers up his hip as he rutted into you. Too focused on your cunt to notice your fixation. At least he was until you groped his chest. Cupping one pec in your hand and squeezing, thumb flicking over his nipple.
"God your tits are amazing..."
Simon's eyes widened slightly. His lips parting with a surprised whimper. Slamming deep as he came. Leaning over you, arms shaking as he tried to hold himself up.
"Lovie... you can't jus'..."
Normally he'd manhandle you easily. But for once you caught him by surprise. Mid orgasm and replaying the words over in his head you managed to flip him. Rolling on the bed so you could grind down on his cock. Still hot and pulsing inside you as he filled your cunt with cum.
"You like that?" You teased, now grabbing both tits. Jiggling them before pressing them together and groaning at the deep cleavage between. "Should get you a pretty bra for these things..."
He whined. Bright red all the way down to his chest. The scarred skin turning patchy with his blush. It was so adorable.
"Bet you're a bigger size than I am too... couldn't squeeze you into one of mine if you tried... tits would be spilling out..."
His back arched off the bed. Hands flying to your waist to stop you from moving. Unable to take the pleasure anymore. His now soft cock twitching every time you clenched. Cum oozing out and dripping down his balls.
"Maybe a pretty dress too..."
Now was you turned to be shocked. Gasping in surprise when he jolted. Entire body tense as he came again, this time dry. He hadn't even been hard this time.
"Good girl."
Vampire Graves and his Vampire hunter thrall Ghost 😈💖 it’s so spicyyyyyy. Unrequited love?
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"Do you look down on all omegas, or just yourself?"
Nikolai's voice startles you out of your thoughts, namely, how good it would feel to jump off the roof. The wind whistling in your ears as you sail to the cradle of concrete bellow. "Just myself, of course. Not that stupid, sir."
"You aren't stupid at all." He doesn't sit next to you on the roof ledge, like he knows what you have planned. "Your family didn't come to visit today."
"Broke the news to them before they wasted their time coming up here." Your voice was bitter as you turned to look at him. "I've lost my scent. My instincts... I've lost my fucking family. And I'm supposed to be okay with it because Simon needed a slick hole to fuck."
"You're more to him than that." He quickly assures but you can't help the scoff that leaves you.
"Really? Where's my alpha now, huh? He cares so much about me, yet he couldn't be bothered to clean up the mess that he made!" Your hands shook with anger as you think about scooting further up the ledge. A few more inches, a shove, and the wind would whistle through your clothes as you sailed to the ground.
Nikolai grabs your scruff before you can make it that far, hauling you off the ledge. You trash in his grip, even though you know you could never really fight Nikolai. He holds you firmly by the shoulders until you stop trying to lunge at him, your jaw set angrily.
"I should place you on a phsyc hold." He threatens, but you both know he won't. "Have you made a nest?" The snarl you give him is answer enough. "If you don't make this work, you'll get sick. You have to take care of yourself."
"I think I'd rather die." Nik squeezes your shoulders almost painfully tight before he guides you back inside.
"You smell like preheat." Simon bullies his way into your barracks, his nose against your scent gland. "Like preheat and suppressants." He snarls quietly, eyes narrowing as he studies your face. "Are you trying to make yourself sick?"
"I'm trying to get you to leave me alone." You bite back, but Simon can hear you getting weaker. Simon growls at you, his ears flicking as he tries to hold himself back. He's already forced himself on you so many times. That's how they ended up here.
"Please." Simon keeps his voice gentle as he lowers his nose to your scent gland. "Just for now. For your first heat. I have to take care of you." He insists softly, rumbling like he could soothe your sour, angry scent. The rumbling almost settles you. Almost, but you'd never heard Simon say please before.
You let him. You let him while you press your face into your pillows to block out his scent. His cock feels good thrusting deep inside you, bumping into that sweet spot with each thrust. You couldn't help but purr, a sob catching your throat when the noise begin.
It sounds so soft in your ears, the deep rumble you were used to making long gone. The heat in your gut finally calms for a moment when he knots you, your body shuddering as his cum spills into your gut. "That's it, pretty thing..." Simon rumbles as he mouths at your scent gland. You sob a little louder at that, so he doesn't bite down, even when his jaw aches for it.
He'd just have to wait until you were ready, even though that never stopped him before.
Part 1
Ignore that I forgot to add it the first time
Thinking about reader exclusively referring to ghost as "the missus"...
Really, it started as a joke. A little teasing jab at ghost for always being so soft with you, more affection than malice when you chose the title.
Offered anonymity, too. When other soldiers were talking about their sweet things at home, you could slip right in with "the missus is the same with me. Clinging to me all the time." Instead of mentioning lieutenant riley and having to explain why you, as a sergeant, are dating ghost.
That doesn't stop the fact ghost blushes bright red when you casually comment "the missus loves it when I'm big spoon. Settles her down right quick." At the breakfast table. Or when you snort at prices usual complaint about his wife and add "my darling gifts me stuff too. It's so cute, her little crafts, keeps the missus occipied."
Ghost should be embarrassed by it. He's a 6 foot fuck-around giant of a man who's killed more people than he cares to count. His skin is rough with callouses and scars and no one would ever describe him as pretty.
Except....except you do. You call ghost your "pretty little missus." And you...mean it?
It makes ghosts stomach flutter in a weird way. He likes being your missus. The idea that he even could be something soft and tucked away from war like all the other soldiers wives are.
Ghost makes eggs for you in the morning the same as he always does, but smiles to himself about acting like your missus. He cuddles you in bed, he tries to bake you cookies. He's domestic and soft and everything simon has never been allowed to be.
When you call him "missus" ghost feels...seen. loved. It's...nice.
Oh, Transfem Ghost, I love you
why haven’t we considered a florist au where the florist is könig??
imagine this beefy tall old man, retired from his life in his private military company after a pretty bad knee accident, muscles still very evident through the cozy shirt he wears who just- handles pretty dainty flowers as a job
more of a hobby honestly, he made so much money from his career that he doesn’t really need to work more, but he likes being on his feet and using his hands and he can finally give attention to his… softer side
the one his father told him to suppress, the side that was called ‘unnatural’, the side that he had to shut in a box and hid under years of trauma and military experience
ough reader needing to buy flowers for whatever reason, entering the shop blissfully unaware of the gigantic hunk of a man standing hidden behind a few plants in the back
and when you call out in a soft “hello?” you’re met with this 6’10 beef cake that honestly kind of makes you shit yourself but also turns you on in an unexpected way
I love how some fics are called shit like "They Only Shoot The Birds Who Cannot Sing" and it's like the most insane porn you're ever read and then some fics are called Spit On Me and it's 18,000 words of the most achingly id-scratching prose you've ever read and they're both. They're both so fucking good. thank God for fanfiction.
One of these days, I'll buy them König body pillow
I couldn't sleep so I drew my favourite soldier Brit man cuppa cuppa innit, pregnant
i really appreciate seeing all the posts on my dash recently to the effect of "shutting down conversations about race/gender/minorities in fandom spaces because 'fandom is meant to be fun' is just an excuse to not think critically about the bigoted behaviors you are exhibiting". i hope that this energy carries over into the gaming sphere next pleaaseee
pokemon is a series about building Your own team and going on Your own adventure with creatures that You collect and befriend, and is designed from the ground up to be personal and immersive. i have never been able to look like myself in a pokemon game. if i bought pokemon z a today and booted it up and tried to customize myself, i would not be able to look like myself. just fuck me i guess.
ok yay
I've been thinking about reader who has an insanely high sex drive and ghost who...really doesn't.
Ghost has been acting...strange, ever since you two agreed to be a couple. It was inevitable, after so many ops spent bantering over comms and late nights in the base kitchens laughing with eachother.
You've been attempting to show some restraint, knowing most people don't have the libido to match you. Heated kisses and a few hot touches, but everything after that ghost tends to clam up.
Then one night while you're both cuddling in bed, it's ghost who initiates. He kisses you like he needs you, body pressed to yours. You've been dreaming about this moment for months, pushing him against the headboard and straddling his waist. Only–
"...simon. you okay?" You ask, pausing your hands sneaking under his shirt. His face is pinched in that careful 'bearing the pain' way it does after a really rough op or bad day.
"O' course I'm okay–" ghost replies too fast, eyes wide like he's been caught. "–c'mon, love keep going, yeah? I thought you wanted this?"
I thought you wanted this. Not I want this, or please I need you. No, ghost's reasoning is all about what you want. That makes you sit back with a frown "do you want this?"
"...yes. if you do." Ghost forces out, unsure of the answer. He flinches when you sigh and crawl off of him, already reaching back out for you "no– wait, ahm' sorry–"
"Simon." He freezes. You cup his face gently, forcing him to look at you "i don't want it if you don't. Ever. We don't have to have sex right now, we can wait."
Ghost somehow looks even more guilty than he had before, scar tissue tugging at a frown "I'm not sure that will happen. Me...wanting it." He scrubs a tired hand over his face "I just...don't want to. I don't like it."
"Oh....okay." you nod, and press a kiss to his forehead "fine by me."
"Wot." He frowns "yer not mad? I'm not the man you expected."
You snort, kicking his leg playfully "you told the cashier a horrendous pun then almost crashed the car on the ride home."
"You are exactly who I expected. If you don't want to have sex, that's okay." You smirk playfully "I've got two good hands and a drawer full of toys that know me well. I'll be fine."
"Oh...."
"Yeah. Oh." You kiss him on the mouth this time, then pull back and put on your best 'fuck me' eyes "wanna go to nando's?"
"Christ– yes." He chuckles, pushing you away. Then, quietly, he adds "thank you."
Ghost never thought he'd find someone who accepted him like you do....he still laughs in your face when you eat shit in the nandos parking lot.
Will keep this close to my heart AUGHHHHH
hey i miss when succubus we’re famous and everyone got turned into one so
succubus ghost who’s found he can feed off of people’s fear and pain, which makes it easy for him to be sated in a war setting.
every new recruit getting broken down by his training, every enemy soldier hurt and then killed by his hands, every single person seeing him and feeling an instinctual fear in their body, they all keep him well fed and sated.
but he’s been feeling this… this hunger, this nagging pit in his stomach that he can’t seem to fill despite all the food around him.
the growing pit just worsens when price introduces you, beautiful, brave, strong and soft. you don’t look at ghost with fear or anxiety, no, he can feel your heart beating faster, your breath hitching, the way your eyes take all of his build in, slowly, carefully, calculating.
and then you’re gone, power walking to your room and hoping no one noticed the way your thighs were rubbing against each other or the way your cheeks were suddenly incredibly hot.
it takes simon maybe a couple hours to figure it out. the hunger he’s feeling? he hasn’t fed from someone’s excitement in decades. the growing pain of it? worsened by a horny little thing like you.
he decides pretty quickly that he needs to feed on you or he’s going to be living through hell
Gaz appreciates his bfs big...qualities
Them Big and Naturals
Into my sleep, under the stars
Before he met you, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to sleep well.
