Hi can I request 141 + Los Vaqueros + Konig with Dutch!Male reader who celebrates carnaval with them
Basically how the dutch celebrate is to dress up in costumes or be in the Prins/Prinses carnaval basically schools choose somebody to be a prince or princess and minister for carnaval.
Maybe the reader feels sad they can't celebrate it with their family/friends so they throw him a small party with the traditional carnaval clothing to make him feel better?
Anyways thanks for reading my rant I became prince carnaval last week so my dutch brain is breaking-
[A/n:I never knew the Dutch did that, that's super cool, and congratulations i bet that super exciting to be 😊. Thank you for requesting]
Summary:They throw you a traditional Dutch party since you can't be with your family
Type:Scenario:141 + Los Vaqueros + König X Dutch M!Reader, tad bit of König X M!Reader
Version:Mw2
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The main reason they throw the party was because they seen how sad you looked when you realized you wouldn't be home. It was Alejandro's plan, and Alejandro knows how to party. Rodolfo did research on Dutch party's to tell Alejandro. The Los Vaqueros had everything planned, it would be ready tonight they just need to keep you occupied long enough to set it up. Price and Gaz would take you out for lunch hopefully making you alittle better. You three surprisingly hung out around 3 to 4 hours, due to Gaz asking you all about Dutch party's, to send more information to Alejandro. You were very excited to talk about it.
"Oh my God Gaz I'm gonna have to take you to a REAL traditional party with all my family, you'd love it, also did you know I'm the Prince Carnaval"
Next was Soap, he decided to take you alone. Bring you to walk around the center of town were all the fun stores are, he just picked you up from tour little lunch date with Price and Gaz. You guys almost spend like 500 dollars, in one store. You guys can't be taken to a mall, or free-market that's for sure. But it was so much fun, finding thing that not only reminds you of home, but thing you can decorate your room with, make it feel more homey.
"Oh my, SOAP! Look at this, see how it glows under light. Yeah, i wish I could show my mom, it looks like something she'd put in the kitchen"
Lastly, Ghost and König taking you in the longest way to get back to the base. Just so everyone else could get there on time. König was driving, that eas better for him since he doesn't know you all that well. Well, not as much as the others, he knows you but just enough to be invited to the party. The car ride was mainly silent, there wasn't much to talk about. But you sudden slide to the middle seat, leaning in between the two. Ghost didn't notice you at first but when he did he pushed you back.
"Put your seat belt on! And don't stick your head between the seats, what if we got into a reck?"
You rolled your eyes before buckling your seat belt. Once Ghost seen your seat buckled he sat back in his seat. Looking at König you noticed how he seemed go be voned out, taking this time to get a good look at him. Taking in every detail and small feature, you looked him over a few times just enjoying the view, you've heard he was eye candy before but you never took those people seriously. But know looking him over, seeing how his shirt wasn't covered by gear, and how it wasn't a tight fitted shirt like how Ghost had on, it was nice. His sleeves were rolled up too, causing you to have a great view of his arms. Looking into the mirror next to Königs head(I forgot what it was called)You looked at his mask covered face, all you could see was his eyes but you didn't care, his eyes were a blue, not necessarily dark or light, his long brown eyelashes making his eyes even more pretty with the way they kinda pop out. You wish you could see his whole face but you can't, either way he was still beautiful and you'd certainly tell him. Smiling a lovestruck smile at him through the mirror you continued to stare as you three drove. Soon enough you guys arrived, you still were staring at him tho. Hearing fingers snapping by your head you shook your head and looked over at Ghost.
"Done staring love bird?"
Was all he said before stepping out of the vehicle. You huffed and hurried out of the car. Talking their heads off about your day you didn't even realize what was happening. König opened the door for you causing you to blush abit saying a small thank you, as you three walked to the lounge. You were cut off by cloth being thrown at you. Taking it off and looking up. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand.
"Hurry and go change, your a Dutch prince right?"
Alejandro said with a small laugh. His laugh was cut off with you crushing him in a hug. He let out a small gasp, not expecting a hug.
"Oh thank you Alejandro, het betekent veel voor me"
Alejandro wasn't sure what you said exactly but he's glad he made you happy. You ran off to your room to put the costume on, that Alejandro picked out.
"This was a good idea Alejandro"
Price said patting the mans shoulder. Alejandro gave a nod to the captain, and they all waited for you to return. When you did Gaz made everyone do a clap, for the Prince of course. Today was an amazing day for you. The lunch, the stores, the ride home, and then the party? It was amazing. You told them hundreds of thank yous but you couldn't help it. You'll have to get them all back eventually but how?
this isn’t really a request or anythin’, just a thought. 141 havin to deal with a southern team member who only gets progressively more accented the more they get mad.
100% projecting here
pretty unaccented, American, whatever —> ✨ anger ✨ —> Memphis called they want their “oo-ol” back (translation: oil).
i have no idea if they’d be annoyed, charmed, or just confused.
✦141 + Los Vaqueros With A Southern!Teammate✦
(My first C.o.D request and it's for pEOPLE LIKE MEEEE, southern traassh! This my shit. Fair warning, I've never played one of these games cause I don't have a console, so if they're ooc, please tell me how I can improve writing them!)
✦Random headcanons, Southern slang, GN!Reader, Race neutral as well but American, implied to be Oklahoma/Texas style southern, aggressive cursing because I have the mouth of a sailor, a bit of Google Translated Spanish(forgive me), Rudy doesn't have a color cause I ran out I'm so sorry precious boy✦
✧Simon Riley✧
He's not real fond of Americans, admittedly. He's got a little voice in the back of his head that automatically associates Americans with betrayal, but he'll keep quiet.
He cringes at your accent at first. He's not fond of Americans, even less so of most American accents. It's a very thick drawl and after being in the team for a while, he'll tease you about it, telling you to "Speak English" like he does with Soap.
He shuts up when you bring up his Manchester accent being illegible sometimes. It's all in good fun though!
After proving you're trustworthy, he'll basically call you his "special American", to show you're an exception. He will never stop poking fun at you though, just as you do to him. Particularly when you say something intensely American.
"Look at her ass, out here pitchin' a bitch fit with a tail on it."
"...What in the hell is that even supposed to mean?"
He'll give you one thing, you treat beef well, which he appreciates. Given he used to be a butcher's apprentice. Americans from the southern states know how to make a hamburger and we know how to cook a steak, that's like...the one thing we can brag about.
If you're like me and you dunk on your own country, he thinks those moments are really funny. Especially when you sound so American.
He probably enjoys you being angry the most. He loves it so much, he thinks it's extremely entertaining. Especially if you're a more small, non-intimidating person on the surface.
"Fuck off! Out here makin' a damn mess of the place, runnin' around like a chicken with its head cut off, wrecking my shit! I outta whoop yer ass!"
"Should we step in?"
"No no, let it go on a little longer..."
Probably tries to make your call sign something heavily American stereotypical, in a funny way. (ie. Bald Eagle, Stars(JILL!), Shotgun, etc.)
A bit hypocritical but if you have a farm with cows on it, he doesn't really wanna see them. His first thought his how to butcher them from years of training, and if they're not butcher cows, he feels kinda bad for thinking it.
Congrats! You're the only American Simon likes, aside from maybe Alex but I don't know for sure.
✧Johnny MacTavish✧
Laughs when you first speak. He apologizes but like, he laughs at you, I'm sorry.
Definitely asks if you have a cowboy hat, and he will lose his fucking mind if you do. The more cowboy shit you own the more he's entertained, especially if you wear them around base/on field.
He understands you super well but no one understands how or why. Johnny explains that it's just because he's good with accents. He'll hear weird euphemisms and, though it may take a second, 9 times out of 10 he'll get it.
"Fucker's so cheap I bet he pinches quarters til they scream."
"What?! What does that mean!?"
"Means he's a penny pincher! He's cheap. C'mon, that one was obvious, keep up, yeah?"
If you're a woman/female leaning, he'll call you cowgirl. If you're male/male leaning, you get the nickname cowboy. Non-binary/Genderfluid/Etc.? He calls you partner, and he'll always say it with a shitty imitation of your accent.
Asks you a buncha questions about American-Southern stereotypes to see if they're true. If they are, he gets really giggly about it.
If they ever have a mission in America, he'll insist you lead them everywhere. He likes seeing how you interact with people, especially if you're in a big city where some nutsos are. This man would have a blast watching you in a Waffle House. It's the only time he likes seeing you yell in public, thinks it's hilarious.
If you have any farm experience he's gotta see it. He needs to. I don't care if the farm is your great grandpa's and you haven't been there in a decade, you better take him to see the cows and tractors right now, immediately. Especially if there are chickens. He loves chickens.
He makes fun of your accent but he thinks it's really hot sometimes and he's very annoyed at himself for it. Particularly when you speak softly, trying to console/comfort him, slipping in a typical southern pet name.
"You alright there, sugar? Took quite a hit there. You need anythin', sweetheart?"
"...I uh, uhm, ahem. N-no, no I'm alright."
"Are ya sure, sweetpea? Your face is goin' redder than a tomato.""
NO, I'M GOOD."
Manages to get the entire team to call you a southern callsign, whether you like it or not. He'll force it to stick. Most are animal-based too. (Cowboy/Cowgirl, Chick/Rooster, Bull/Heffer, Big Tex, etc.)
Your accent grows on him significantly. While he thinks you're very sexy when you're angry, he's really affected when you're soft and sweet. (bonus note; if you're faux sweet when you're mad? The whole "Oh...bless your heart" type thing? He's prolly gonna pop a boner, not gonna lie.)
✧John Price✧
He's not American but there are a lot of American things he likes, admittedly. Specifically, old western stuff, horses, ranches, etc. That whole aesthetic is something he's always enjoyed. He won't say it, but he has a particular fondness for your accent when he first hears it.
Doesn't understand you when your accent gets super thick but he thinks it's entertaining nevertheless. Unlike Ghost or Soap, he doesn't comment on it, because he doesn't think he has room to talk. Maybe he'd do it once and then you'd throw it back at him and he'd realize that...yeah he has no room to talk.
He's a calm individual but he will yell when necessary. But, what he finds admirable is when you jump in and yell for him. Like you can read his mind and he can save his throat, watching the people who were pissing him off jump back at thick southern curses being yelled at them.
"I outta jerk a damn knot in your fuckin' tail, ya fuckin' dumbass! Didn't ya momma ever teach you respect?! You ain't ever gonna talk to my damn captain like that again or I'll skin yer fuckin' hide!"
"Ahem, thank you, sergeant, that's enough."
Buys you a cowboy hat if you don't already have one, for sure. Whether you take it as a genuine gift or you take it as a light jab at your roots, he'll get a lil' dopey smile if you decide to wear it. Gaz definitely makes fun of you two. Soap points out that Gaz also wears a hat religiously and he & Ghost start callin' you the hat trio.
Man melts at southern-drawl-spoken pet names. He truly does. Much like Soap, there's something about it that makes the tension leaves his body, though he's not really sure why.
"You alright there, Cap? You're lookin' bout ready to drop..."
"I'm alright soldier, just need to finish this."
"Captain, it'll be there in the mornin'. How bout a nap instead, huh? You can't go workin' yourself to the bone, hun. It ain't healthy.""
...oh alright, just for a bit though."
"Sure, sugarcube, just long enough to have some tea."
He'll probably pick up on a few pet names and call you them. Whether you wanna take it as platonic or not, it's really just a sweet gesture that he wants to return. Pet names are kinda just...a staple of southern slang. It's part of the accent that he really enjoys, therefore he wants to return it.
If he ends up helping you with a call sign, it's going to be a really sweet & nice one. Or perhaps something that's from an old western he's seen. Probably based on something you've said before. (Sugarcube, Lasso, Hun/Hunny.) Bonus points if you get a super sweet name that doesn't match your stature, he thinks it's funny if it throws people off.
Piggybacking off the last one, I think it'd be real funny if your call name was "Sugarcube" and you're like...a 6'0"+ buff dude with a deep voice. That shit would be funny. Anyway!
If you own/live on a ranch or farm in your off time, he'll feel honored if you invite him to see it. Don't worry, he won't laze around and just appreciate the cute animals. (Looking at you Soap) He's got a little bit of experience with cows & horses, so he'll do his best to help you move the hay and such. Don't let him drive a tractor though, it's one of the few things he just can't do.
John doesn't play favorites, he's fair and precise to his entire team. But...off the field? ...you might get a little favoritism, he's got a weakness for bein' sweettalked through southern drawl. Don't let that go to your head though!
✧Kyle Garrick✧
Kyle doesn't care too much, he thinks every country has shitty stuff and cool stuff. He's a pretty big believer in silver linings. While America is far from his favorite country, and he knows the common trope of uh...less than tolerant people from the south, that doesn't affect how he sees you at all.
He does snicker at your accent sometimes, but only when you say something really aggressively southern. Especially making up random southern phrases that he doesn't understand at all. He finds it endearing.
"We just gotta haul ass and go tear shit up, run through like a buncha Tasmanian devils, right?"
"...I understood...some of those words. Uh, sure, right."
"We need to move our asses and fuck shit up."
"Ah, okay. Could've just said that, but alright."
Thinks you're kinda scary when you're mad. He'll be the type to try and calm you down, but he understands if it's someone who deserves it. Not that he doesn't find your drawl fun to listen too, especially if someone was being an ass, but he doesn't like seeing you upset.
If the person you're yelling at was being a real big ass, he'll let you yell for a little, but step in. However, if you're doing condescending rage? Oh, go for it, do it all you want. He thinks it's hilarious.
Finds it particularly sweet if you're angry on the teams/his behalf. He can fight his own battles but he thinks it's a big sign of trust, friendship, etc. that you feel the need to defend him.
"Bless your heart, your brain ain't firing off on all cylinders is it, hun? Tsk, that's a shame..."
"Excuse me?!"
"You're excused, sweetpea. You're not gonna talk to my team that way, but you can turn your happy ass around and walk away. I ain't gonna have you disrespectin' the people who've been fightin' the good fight. Have a lovely day!"
"How can you sound so sweet and yet so angry at the same time?"
"Southern livin', sugar. Southern livin'."
Gaz is a bit of a foodie type, he likes trying cooking from any area he can go to. Southern cooking would...it'd be a new weakness for sure. A lot of it is unhealthy, yes, but he doesn't give a shit. It tastes good. Sometimes he thinks American food is an absolute sin and a disgrace, and he'll state it as such. Usually, it's stuff you agree on. Like bacon-covered donuts or fried butter. That shit's egregious. But things like southern-style chicken or rib-eye on a grill? You're gonna make him swoon with them roasted vegetables. Cooking for him is a surefire way to make you an unapologetic favorite in his book.
He won't say anything at the little jokes that people jab at you for your accent, but he will tell someone off if they say something that's clearly not funny and upsets you. Like trying to imply you're stupid because you come from Texas. (Speaking from personal experience) He thinks it's such a dumb thing to give someone shit over and he won't hesitate to say they're an idiot for trying to use it against you.
Hates sweet tea, I'm sorry. It's just tea but he can't stand it. He'll drink the unsweetened tea you make, but he'll make a dramatic face if he mixes them up. Something that you always laugh at.
He's great at driving basically any vehicle. Helicopters to mini coopers. He's never controlled a tractor before, but if you sit him in one and tell him the levers, it'll take him like...three minutes to get it down perfectly. Definitely gets a smug ass grin if you show you're amazed.
If he helps get you your call sign, he won't necessarily make it based on where you're from, it'll probably be based on a nickname, skill, or crucial event in your career. (Crash; you were thrown through a window, Hotshot; skill for sniping, etc.) But if he were to have one based on your southern ways? Sweet Tea, both for the fact you make it and the pet name you sometimes call him. (sweet pea)
✧Alejandro Vargas✧
Like Ghost, he's not super fond of Americans. His experience with most Americans are annoying tourists and Graves, leaves a pretty bad impression. He comes across unintentionally snappy when he first meets you, but Rudy will point it out, and he'll correct himself.
You aren't the annoying people he's dealt with and he knows it's not fair to say you are. Definitely talks shit on America though, and he'll honestly give you respect if you do the same. Since he's used to the kind of Americans that think being American give them a right to treat others like shit. He hates entitlement.
If you speak Spanish, he's gonna try really hard to not laugh at how your accent affects some words, but it's really hard. He means it in kind and if you're still learning when you meet him, he's proud when he hears you doing well in comprehension and sentences. Still, sounds just a lil silly.
He loves when your accent gets thick from rage, but he his favorite thing is if you speak Spanish in a rage, with your accent on top of it. It's a combination that fills his brain with serotonin.
"Eres un maldito idiota. ¡Tan útil como las tetas de un toro!"
"Wha- Haha! What does that mean?!"
"Did they say some super weird analogy?"
"Si! They did!"
"Yeaaah, they do that a lot."
He's notorious for having a naturally flirty personality, it's just how he's always been. Hence why not much phases him, but he does get a quite wide & genuine grin if you flirt back, making your accent extra intense. Especially with the pet names, another man who likes sweet words.
Thinks you having a southern call sign is really cute, especially if it's something your team calls you exclusively. He thinks it shows your endearment to your team. However, if your call sign is something you insist is only for friends, he'll get super giddy about being allowed to call you it.
If he were to pick? (Belle; Like southern belle whether you're fem! or not, Rodeo, and he might call you Americano- but like, in the coffee way. Like it's a sweet nickname, not just him saying your nationality)
Southern hospitality is something he is not used to. Again, bad experience with Americans. So if you explain all the various manners and nice gestures that are considered expected in your home state? He's completely confused, wondering why the Americans he's met don't keep that attitude up when they leave home.
Again, really likes it if you use southern pet names. Especially if you're trying to console him after a really tough day/mission. For some reason it really helps, like a cup of warm coffee on a cold morning.
"Aye, don't stress yourself over it, darlin'. Bad things happen that we can't control, you did everything you could and you were great at it. Don't let it eat at'cha, honey-bun."
"Gracias, Bella. Lo necesitaba…"
"Anytime, big guy. Now, you wanna see me try and fail again to open a de la Rosa without breaking it?"
"Aha! How about I show you a trick to do it instead?"
Again, like Ghost, you're his special American. Gaz calls you his emotional-support American once and he thinks it's really funny, he'll call you as such every now and then.
✧Rodolfo Parra✧
Sweet darling man. He has nothing against you being American, nothing. But...he cannot understand anything you're saying. He's doing his best but he really doesn't know. He can feel his brain frying every time you bring up something super southern, trying to understand.
He'll have to lean over to your team to ask for a translation, anyone but Soap & Price will tack on an "I think, I'm not sure" at the end of their explanation. If he hears you use a phrase more than once, he'll add it to a little list of notes with the translation underneath it. Treats it like a whole different language. It's adorable.
Like Alejandro, he thinks it's funny if you speak Spanish with your accent. He'll keep a straight face because he knows you can't help it, but man is it fun to hear.
He's not very fond of a lot of yelling if he can avoid it, Rudy prefers disputes to be handled with calm words if possible. But he understands that sometimes it's necessary. Still, he'd want to try and calm you down if you're yelling. But, if you're just acting sickeningly-sweet, kind words that are clearly dripping with venom? He'll just watch. He thinks that shows you handle yourself very well and it's pretty attractive to him, not gonna lie.
"Awww I'm so sorry you're upset, poor thing. God bless you, sir, you have a lovely day. I hope that stick up your ass doesn't hurt too bad."
"¡Soldado! No digas eso…"
"Shh, sugar, it's fine. He wants to be rude, I can be rude back. An eye for an eye. Don't worry your pretty lil' head bout it, sweetheart."
"Dios, a veces me asombras y me aterrorizas."
He's really hesitant about American food. It smells great sometimes but all he hears about American food is that it's greasy, or too salty, etc. Still, he won't deny any meal you make. He thinks it's rude to deny food unless it's something you're allergic to.
He ends up liking a few things, but he is biased to his home cooking. But if you start making his favorite foods, or somehow combine the styles in an honoring way? Oh, those are his favorites. He's particularly fond of American sweets though!
Please bake for this man, bake for him, I beg. Apple pie is an American staple for a reason and he'll jokingly claim he'll move to America if it means he can have apple pie every day.
"Rudy, that's your fourth piece! Ahaha, if I knew you liked it so much I woulda made ya more."
"Ay, please do! ¡Fue enviado desde el cielo!"
"Alright then, hun, I'll be sure to make you all the apple pie ya want."
Rudy really likes if you wear stuff like a cowboy hat. He's not really sure why, he just thinks it's really cute. If it's a staple of your whole look(like John's hat), seeing you protective over it, he thinks that's really cute. If you're protective of your cowboy hat but let him hold it/put it on his head to hold it, it's gonna fluster him. Even if your guy's relationship is completely platonic.
If you live near the border of Texas & Mexico, it makes visiting you pretty easy, so he'll have no qualms about going back and forth when off duty. He'll be more comfortable in his home but he won't turn down the offer to see your home, especially if it's a ranch. He's got a soft spot for farm animals. (Particularly goats)
If he has any control of how you choose your call sign, he'll likely pick something the same way Gaz does. But, if you have a thing about what certain people call you - like how only Ghost can call Soap "Johnny" - He feels really warm and fuzzy if he gets a special privilege.
(Translations; "Eres un maldito idiota. ¡Tan útil como las tetas de un toro!" - "You're a fucking idiot - as useful as a bull's tits/about as useful as tits on a bull!"
"Gracias, Bella. Lo necesitaba…" - "Thank you, bella/beauty. I needed it."
"¡Soldado! No digas eso…" - "Soldier! You can't say that..."
"Dios, a veces me asombras y me aterrorizas." - "God, sometimes you amaze and terrify me."
"¡Fue enviado desde el cielo!" - "It was sent from heaven!")
“Oi, Weasley.” Blaise whistles, leg swinging down from his position in the viewing window of the Covered Bridge though he doesn’t drop down. “You look lonely. Did Potter finally throw you out of his little group of Golden Gryffindor's?”
It’s no secret in Hogwarts right now- -and couldn’t be when he shares a dorm room with Draco because it’s about Potter- -that the Chosen One and the youngest Weasley boy weren’t exactly the best of friends at the moment, even if Granger was caught in the in-between.
If Blaise cared anymore when Weasley immediately turned and stormed over to him, he’d wonder if he’d be pushed out of the window.
Instead he just blinked.
“Why must you insist on making my life more difficult!”
Weasley raged at him, poking Blaise right in the chest, though the impression the Slytherin got was that he somehow wasn’t being physically aggressive with him. But with how much they’ve fought previously, it’s fair to say he knows his fighting body language.
“I’m just going about my bloody day and you decide to be an arse!”
“I’m not the only arse here, Weasley, go check in the mirror.” Though he responded as such, for some reason he found the angry flush rising along the Gryffindor’s cheeks horribly attractive at worst and mildly amusing at best.
“Oh bugger off-”
“Need to talk about it?”
Weasley’s body freezes and blue eyes blink at him, and for a few moments he’s so still that he could have been petrified before he visibly gulps and responds in a choked voice. “What?”
Blaise shrugs and suddenly realizes that he has absolutely no explanation, other than maybe he’s spent too much time around Pansy when she’s had all her breakdowns recently. He swallows down the noise, and plays dead.
“Are you being…” Weasley’s nose scrunches, and it makes it look like the freckles which are splattered all over his body squish together along either side of his straight nose. “Nice?”
Scoffing loudly, Blaise actually jumps down from the viewing window and raises a black eyebrow at the other boy. “Now you’re just imagining things. However this time, I was mocking you, surprised you didn’t pick that up. Dull as always, Weasley.”
Puffing out an annoyed breath, fogging in the cold air, Weasley rolls his eyes and mutters out “Whatever.” even as the angry flush starts to die down and the tension reduces along his shoulders.
Part of Blaise is a little pissed at him for helping the ‘enemy’ and the other part of him is thankful for it. Part of him makes him think that means he could still be a good person. A bigger part of him wants to go back to the Slytherin dormitories and chew out Pansy.
The whole walk off of the Covered Bridge, he can feel Weasley staring after him and ignores the urge to turn around.
His life was already full with angry mothers, dead fathers, hurt sisters, crying friends and the war they’re all stuck in because Dumbledore refuses to do anything and He Who Must Not Be Named refuses to give up.
Blaise Zabini doesn’t have room for annoying Gryffindor's who think they’re the epitome of bravery, and certainly no room for pretty boys with blue eyes.
//
fighting won't make him love you (unless you're Ron Weasley)
“We're both soldiers, Mr. Shelby," the barman explained while pouring Tommy some whiskey, "the only difference is that the war is still not over for you,"
"Is that what you think?" Tommy asked.
"It's what I see, you're a soldier and so I am, but I'm also a father, a widow, a bloody good dancer," he chuckled, "and what else are you, Mr. Shelby?"
I’m a whore for both of these men so why not have them both at the same time
CW: nsfw headcanons below
Minors DNI
Also this isn’t proofread but I’ll probably proofread it later tho
SFW
Both of these men are usually gone together out on missions, but sometimes they are put on different missions so you can have one home while the other is gone sometimes.
When both of these men are gone on the same mission, they both talk about you in passing, wondering what you are doing, if you’re safe and alright, and how much they miss you.
One time after a mission, they were at a bar very close to their base, celebrating not only the successful mission but also the fact they were going to be on their way home back to you. The giant men were both drunk enough to slightly sway when they sat still, slurring their words. That’s when König had an idea.
König held out his military issued phone, looking down at the screen. The good thing about those phones was that neither the caller or the receiver’s location could be traced, so most soldiers used the phones to make important phone calls home after or before missions to check in with loved ones.
“I want to call them,” König slurred, groaning as he leaned his head back, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth. “They’re probably…asleep.” Ghost argued, downing the last of his beer and setting it down on the table. Ghost looked at the other man lovingly, he wanted to call you too, he missed your voice, but he knew with the time zone difference you were probably deep in sleep.
König groaned again, looking back down at the phone screen, your number on the screen ready to be called. The Austrian placed the phone screen up on the table, rubbing his face before sighing again, “f..hic..fine.” He wasn’t looking as his hand lowered to pick up the phone, both men looked down at the phone once they heard a ringing noise. Looking down, they saw König’s pointer finger directly on the call button, realizing they were calling you.
Ghost rubbed the bridge of his nose, not expecting you to pick up. But he quickly leaned closer to the phone when he heard a groggy, “hello? Who is this?” It was you. König smiled under his mask, smiling as he spoke. “H..Hi maus! We miss you so much!” Ghost gently grabbed the phone from König, speaking gently into it, you could tell both men were drunk. “Sorry..sorry doll,” Ghost began, slurring a little, “we didn’t mean to, but god we miss you.”
König leaned over the table to also speak closer to the phone, “we’re coming home s..s..soon!” Ghost smiled and rubbed the other man’s upper arm. “Go back to sleep dolly, you’ll see..hic…see us very soon.” You chuckled over the line, so happy to hear your lovers over the phone. Truth be told you didn’t care that they woke you up, you were content with finally hearing back from them. “I miss you two so much,” you confessed, “you didn’t forget about me while you’ve been out, have you?” You teased, wanting to egg them on a little.
“Of course not!” König exclaimed, “we..we talk about you all the..hic..all the time!” Ghost rubbed the other man’s arm again, trying to calm him down. “Of course not pretty..could..could never forget you.” Hearing that over the phone made you want to tear up, hearing that almost made you well up on the spot. “Alright, well, you two get some rest ok? I’ll see you back home very soon,” you sighed, stretching before you said, “I love you two very much. Come back home to me, ok?” “Love you..love you so much maus!” König began, quickly grabbing and kissing the phone screen before it was grabbed back by ghost, “Love you so much doll, we’ll always come back to you. Always.”
They’re absolutely smitten over you. Clearly.
When they do come back home, immediately it’s a mess of desperate hugs and smothering kisses, words of affirmation hung in the air. “Missed you”, “needed you,” “love you so much” and many more.
Because both of these men are so large, you’re almost always in the middle when it comes to cuddling or sleeping. Usually when it comes to watching movies and cuddling on the couch, your head is usually on König’s lap and the rest of your body on Ghost’s lap.
When it comes to sleeping, being in the middle is the most convenient. Giant arms wrapped around you and each other, not squishing you but keeping you and each other close enough where it felt like you were surrounded by literal blankets of security.
When you three go out in public together, some people assume you’re some popular celebrity, considering two 6+ feet masked men were either behind or next to you, holding your shopping bags, groceries, or simply just there. Nobody ever bothers you.
If they do step away from you and find out someone hit on you, catcalled, or made a rather inappropriate remark to you? They aren’t above taking that individual to a nearby ally and giving them a lesson on manners. As much as they love you, and as gentle and loving as they are to you, they are still very cold soldiers, and some things are just instinct or what they view as truly deserved consequences, even if they are a little violent.
There isn’t anything they won’t do for you. There isn’t anyone they won’t get rid of for you. All they want is your happiness, you showed these two men that they are deserving of something good, something forgiving and soft, you showed them that they can experience romance and compassion. And in return, they want to make you feel safe, happy, and loved. Always.
NSFW
Like my previous König hc, his pleasure is his partner(s) pleasure. If you guys are feeling good, so is he.
Ghost is sort of the same way, but he’s noticeably a bit more dominant. Poor boy has been through so much, so feeling like he has a little control when it comes to your and König’s pleasure makes him feel good.
Sometimes one will just watch as you and the other make love, and sometimes there is no power dynamic, just pure love making between you three. Desperate moans, sighs and fleeting touches. Deep groans, grabbing, and rubbing. Sometimes all three of you are so desperate you just need to feel each other.
When there is a power dynamic though, it switches. Sometimes (more often) Ghost assumes the role as the dominant one. Again, being in control is something that is comforting considering his past.
“C’mon doll, you can take it, right?” Ghost teased, holding your head down on his shaft, your nose brushing against his stomach; he groaned when he looked down and saw your glossy eyes looking back up at him. He pulled you off by your hair, then shoving your mouth down on König’s shaft not giving you a second to breathe. König’s hips twitched and shakily thrusted himself in your mouth, making you gag around him. The tall Austrian whined and looked down at you with love, then turning to look at the other masked man in the room. “S..Simon,” he began sheepishly, “I can’t hold..oh Scheiße..it’s been..half an hour.”
Ghost looked back down at you, letting go of your hair and then said, “go on. You can do it yourself, can’t you pretty?” Making you nod, placing your hands on König’s thighs and began to suck him off at your own pace. Ghost then started to jerk himself, taking his other hand and grabbed the back of König’s neck, making eye contact with the other man as he spoke, “you can cum whenever you want to, you can shoot as many loads down their throat as you want. But we don’t..oh shit..we don’t stop till I say so.” Both men’s breathes were getting heavier, Ghost now moving König’s head to look down at you.
“Look at them,” Ghost began, seeing König’s hand gently rub your head and cheek lovingly, holding himself back from grabbing your hair. “Don’t they look so..yeah..so pretty? Aren’t they so good? Yeah? Tell them how good their mouth makes you..fuck..makes you feel.” Ghost demanded, jerking himself off faster as he watched you make König twitch and lose his mind. It was going to be a long night.
If you ask nicely, both these men will take you the way you like. Taking and pounding every hole you have, unloading everything inside of you, no matter where, but always and only inside.
König will always be the more gentle one, but when he knows you want both the men do me more dominant, he will rough you up a little too.
Load moans and multi paced wet slapping could be heard in your shared room. Inside you were sandwiched between two tall and muscular men. Your legs in the air while two different pairs of arms held you up, König’s lips on the back of your neck and head, moaning and whispering in your ear. “Doing so good for me baby, you…oh yeah…can take a little more can’t you? Mein perfekter kleiner Engel? (My perfect little angel)Can’t..can’t you? Scheiße..know you can I know you can.” A hand wrapped around your throat gently, not enough to completely choke you out but enough to make you a little dizzy. “Take it mein kleines luder (my little minx), so..yeah just like..like that- so proud of you.”
König was definitely more vocal when he was the one dominating, he wanted it to be made clear in your cock drunk mind that even though he was in charge, he still wanted you to feel good. Ghost on the other hand, was just focused on leaving dark red love bites all over your body and König. All over your neck, shoulders, and chest was absolutely littered in bites and kisses. Deep crescent indents were marked into the meat of your thighs, deep and fast rhythmic thrusting taking place in between your thighs. You could tell both men were close the less rhythmic they started to get, you could also tell because Ghost was getting a little focal.
“You can take it, right doll? How many times have we unloaded in you, huh?” Ghost asked, but he knew you were too far gone to answer. “Take it, take it like the good toy you are for us.” Your moans quickly got louder, your thighs shaking as the men thrusted quicker and harder; followed by both men groaning and twitching inside you, both men leaning on you and each other as they breathed heavily, quiet “good job”, “so pretty”, “proud of you”s whispered in your ear, kissing you oh so softly.
Ghost took himself out of you, König then placing you on the bed as Ghost went to grab a warm towers for you. Both men never stopped telling you how amazing you are, how much they love you, how important you are to them. No matter how rough they are with you, no matter how long they are gone on missions, no matter how many problems arise, they will always, always love you. They will always do anything to make you happy. You have showed these mens what true unfiltered love is, and there is nothing they won’t do to make sure you are secure, safe, and loved by them.
Hi loves! Hope you enjoyed! There’s probably a few typos- sorry! Recently got my nails done so typing is a bit hard atm. I really hope you guys like this idea though of poly ghost and könig <3 lmk if you ever want to see this again!!!
I am all for this fucking bandwagon, and I am jumping right up on it with some smut about our favourite Austrian giant, König!
This posts contains heavy smut elements, so minors stay away!
If you like this and want more, I already have nsfw alphabets about Soap, Alejandro, Gaz and Ghost in the works, so don't you worry!
Let me know what you think, and enjoy!
warnings: senseless smut, könig is kinda obsessed, tried to keep it genderneutral but female anatomy might be hinted at, mentions of throatfucking (könig might be bi tbh), longer than it needs to be
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):
Needs reassurance that he didn't go too far, that he didn't hurt you and that you want him to stay. He's bigger than above average, and while he tries to control himself, he sometimes loses himself in the heat of the moment, and the heat of you.
Has a tendency to overstimulate you without intending to, and can grip you a bit tighter than he means to, so he spends some time kissing any bruises he can find as if to say sorry, and massages any sore muscles that might be making themselves known when the high is wearing off. He'll happily carry you into the shower and help you wash off, careful not to rub any areas that might be sore or sensitive (anymore than he has to, at least). You might need to convince him if you want to massage him too, because lord knows he needs to be taken care of as well, but if you get the chance to, he'll probably fall asleep in minutes.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
With his anxiety and experience with getting relentlessly bullied when younger, his perception of his body is a bit skewed. He's trained to be a soldier; his body is meant for fighting and killing. While acutely aware of his own size, he has never really taken the time to actually take a proper look at his body for anything other than to check for wounds and scars, and even though he has received a number of compliments in his adult years and enjoyed them, the concept of being confident solely in his physical appearance is a bit foreign to him.
With you, however, he has indeed found himself some appreciation for his body - you shower him with compliments any chance you get, but he has specifically grown a new fondness of his hands. He loves the way your skin feels under his palms, how you sigh and shiver and moan when he finds all the right spots, loves squeezing at your softer parts and seeing the flesh bulb out between his fingers.
Speaking of softer parts, while there is probably not a single millimeter of your body that he doesn't want to lay all of his love onto, he must admit that he has a specific weakness for your chest and thighs. Even if you don't have big breasts, he still loves to run his hands and mouth over them, making circles over your nipples with his thumbs and tongue. As for your thighs, he will sometimes spend an extended amount of time doing nothing but stroking, kissing, licking, sucking and biting them. He doesn't move to eat you out (although it will more often than not lead to that), he's not doing it to tease you, but there's just something about the softness and the warmth that has him lose track of time. Loves the way they squeeze together around his hand or head or hips when you cum, and will sometimes make you cum for the sole reason of watching them quiver.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
This is actually something that used to embarrass him to no end before he got with you, because he cums quite a lot. He makes a mess and he doesn't like it. The first time you had sex without a condom, he had you on your back, holding the back of your knees to keep your legs spread. He intended to pull out to stop himself from coming, because it was happening quicker than he anticipated and he wanted this to last, but to no avail. He came all over your hole, and at the twitch of his cock, a couple of spurts shot up along your torso, leaving trails from your pubic mound all the way up to your neck.
He apologized profusely, on the verge of tears because he thought that he had ruined everything, that you'd be disgusted, but when you ran a finger through it and brought it to your mouth to taste, his brain short circuited and he almost came again from the sight alone. Nowadays he takes it upon himself to lick it off of your body, or from between your legs after he's watched it leak out, only to then crawl back up to your face and kiss you deeply to share the taste.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
He had woken up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, nothing crazy. But when he came back to bed, you had shifted in your sleep. The cover had slipped off of you, you were naked and your legs were spread. There were hickeys forming along the inside of your thighs, and he could tell that there was still some stickiness left from your prior session.
The more timid side of him told him to just tuck you in and go back to sleep, but he couldn't look away. As if in a trance, he knelt down on the mattress at the foot of the bed and stared, feeling himself get hard. He wanted to dive in, but you were sleeping and he didn't want to disturb your peace, and as if on autopilot, he wrapped his hand around his dick, pumping it to nothing but the sight of you. He got close embarrassingly fast, leaning his weight forward on one hand and gripping the sheets, as if to get closer while also keeping himself at bay, biting his lip to keep quiet, salivating.
He quickly realized the mess he'd make if he came now, so he rushed back out into the bathroom and stepped into the shower where his cum could easily be rinsed down the drain. When he came back, you'd rolled over on your side and snuggled into the sheets. He still hasn't told you and it still pains him, because he hates keeping secrets from you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):
Contrary to popular belief, not a virgin. At least not to the full extent. Has had both men and women offer to help him blow off some steam when his adrenaline is still running high, and has taken some of them up on that offer. Never actual sex though; any time that he has actually snuck off with someone, they've usually gotten down on their knees and offered their hands or throats to him.
He may or may not have had a dick or two in his own mouth before - they're oftentimes much smaller than he is, and he's never really had any trouble taking them.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):
Might not have one single specific favourite, but has learned to enjoy the way he completely covers you when he has you underneath him, because it makes him feel like he's protecting you, regardless of if he's fucking you in missionary or if you're lying face down, ass up. Likes leaning over you as closely as he can, and often pushes your knees up to your chest or angling himself in an attempt to get deeper into you. Sometimes, when he's starting to lose himself, he'll fall over a bit and bury his face in the pillow next to your head and moan almost helplessly into the fabric. It would make you smile if you weren't usually right there on that edge with him.
Also loves it when you get on top to ride him, because he gets to watch you from a whole new angle. He'll happily sit back and let you pick the pace, watching you fuck yourself on him with an awed gleam in his eyes. He'll be happy to have you either way.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):
Tends to be a bit more serious due to his nerves, but your sex life is not without it's funny moments, like when you knock your heads together or fumble with the belt, or nearly fall over when trying to take your clothes off. He ran his hand over your waist in a way that tickled you once, and when you giggled he couldn't bring himself to stop, a beaming grin on his face as he told you to make that sound again. Every now and again, you'll tickle each other, even when he's balls deep, just because it gives a sort of domestic reprieve in what can sometimes be an overwhelmingly hot and heavy moment.
The two of you have also laughed yourselves into a tummyache a number of times, usually because of something that caught both of you completely off guard, like the time you broke a small cot that belonged to someone else. He was petrified at first, but once you'd started giggling, he couldn't keep it together. Eventually you both had reached full belly laugh, and you both just laughed for a long while before he eventually gathered his senses, buried his face in the skin of your neck, and with another chuckle he pulled you into him and started fucking you again, the sound of your laugh still hanging around the edges of your surprised moans.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):
Doesn't actually have a whole lot of hair. It's thick, and enough to cover his pubic mound, curly and dark, but it's not like an absolute jungle. Prides himself on his personal hygiene and might go for a trim if he ever feels like he needs to. Has a happy trail that you love running fingers and kisses along, making his legs feel like jelly every time.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):
Holds you close, like he wants to sinks into your very skin and stay there forever. Strokes your cheek, looks you deep in the eyes and has a deep red shade spread over his cheeks when he tells you he loves you. He will probably be on the verge of tears if you return the sentiment. He often stops moving just so he can lean in and kiss you deeply and hungrily, as if caught off guard by a sudden and intense desire for it.
He's also really big on nonsexual intimacy, loving to stand in the shower with you with no other purpose but for you to mutually care for each other, or just resting his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat as you stroke his hair.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):
He wants to save himself as much as he can for you, but when deployed and sent somewhere far away from you, he can't help himself. He always goes out on his mission with a laser-like focus, but every now and then, on the calmer nights, he can't stop the thoughts about you, about how much he misses you and how he wants nothing more but have you in his arms again, and once these thoughts have turned to the more unsavoury side, he needs to find somewhere private to relieve himself, lest someone on his team notices what's on his mind.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):
While he at times can enjoy the sheer size difference between the two of you and how he can use it in the bedroom, it wouldn't be to the point of a kink. You suspect he might have somewhat of an oral obsession however, considering how keen he is on keeping his mouth and tongue on you.
Surprisingly likes it when you tie him up, even though he acts like could positively die if he doesn't get to touch you. Will praise you endlessly, and you think he's about to ascend to some other realm if you praise him as well.
He also catches you off guard when you're out in public and he leans in to whisper that he wants to find some hidden spot somewhere and eat you out. Likes overstimulation, both for you and for himself. He likes being overstimulated because he wants nothing but to be good for you and because he feels almost like a new man afterwards. When he overstimulates you, however, it's usually because he can't bring himself to stop once you've started cumming.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do):
Somewhat into semi-public stuff, although he still wants to make sure that no one will see you. Other than that, your very own bed is where he likes it the most. Isn't adverse to fucking you on pretty much every other surface in your home, though.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
Anything you do with any sort of sexual intention will have him melting into an absolute puddle. If you asked, he'd be on his knees for you before you'd even completed the sentence. If you simply tugged at his clothes, he'd have undressed himself in the blink of an eye. He's incredibly attuned to you whenever you're nearby and he's ready to throw himself at you at any chance he can get. Be kind to him. He can only handle so much before he breaks.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
He will never, by any means whatsoever, ever hurt you or degrade you, or do anything that even closely relates to it. Not even to save his own life. The bruises he unintentionally leaves on you from time to time already stress him out enough as is, even if you tell him you don't mind them and that they barely even hurt. If you tell him that you want him to inflict some pain on you or degrade you, he'd flat out refuse. Even as a soldier, it goes against every grain of his very nature to hurt someone he loves. If he ever truly did hurt you, he'd never forgive himself.
Doesn't want to be hurt or degraded either - reminds him too much of his childhood. Any other bodily fluids outside of what usually comes with having sex is also an absolute no-go.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
Believe it or not, but König doesn't really like recieving blowjobs. He's big, and quite a bit more than just a mouthful, and usually when anyone tries to suck him off, even if they are capable of swallowing all of him down, they tend to end up scraping their teeth along the length of him and it doesn't feel good. He'd prefer a handjob in that case. That doesn't mean he doesn't like it when you use your mouth on him, though. Kiss and lick up the sides, tease the ridge just under the helmet, suck on the head and tongue the slit while you work your hand up and down and he'll be crying out your name to the heavens like it's the only thing that could ever save him.
Going down on you, though, is as far as he's concerned an absolute want and need.As mentioned before, he loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing around his head, and it's also one of the few times where he actually appreciates his stature, because his hands can still easily reach the rest of your body. It's a bit too easy for him to lose himself in you, however - he tends to get "drunk" off of you and you swear it's like he forgets to breathe. Even with a tight grip of his hair, it takes you a lot to pull him away from you, and when you do, he sucks in a deep lungful of air, only to try and get his mouth back on you. If you by some miracle manage to hold him off, he'll start whining, and between the lust and overstimulation, you rarely have enough strength to actually hang on for long.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):
Surprisingly soft, even when he's fucking you senselessly. Never slams into you, no. Tends to start off slow, to make sure he's warmed you up enough, but picks up the pace once you start begging him to. Keeps a steady, heavy pace, and even though he doesn't necessarily fuck you hard, you feel like every thrust drives the air out of you.
Once he gets close, however, he picks up speed and strength, almost reminding you of a human jackhammer. When he cums, he pushes himself as deep into you as he can, staying there while you feel his cock pulse, and waits only a moment before he begins to grind his hips into you, relishing in the sensitivity as he pumps you full.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):
He would prefer to take his time with you; he needs to warm you up and stretch you out properly before he can actually fuck you. If you are going for a quickie, it's usually because you don't have access to the safety of your home at the moment, and if you (or he, for that matter) can't wait, he'll pull you along to find a secluded place somewhere and the two of you will make a mess out of each other with your hands and mouths instead.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):
As mentioned before, can go for something semi-public, but he doesn't by any means want the two of you to get caught. He's up for anything you want to try, as long as there's no risk of either of you getting hurt or as long as it isn't out of this world.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
He has finished quicker than intended at times, but if he does, he simply finds some other way to please you. Can last a good while, and you usually end up losing count of how many times you cum. He'll try to go for as long as you can, and he's kept you up at night a fair number of times.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):
The idea of toys hadn't really struck him, until he asked you what you did when he was away and you decided to show him. Blushing heavily, he asked you about what they were, how you used them and if they felt good. When your response is "not as good as you," he feels like his heart skips a beat and almost needs to physically restrain himself from throwing himself over you. After much blushing and stammering, he eventually turns to you and asks if you can show him how you use them. He watches closely and learns, and it's like you've given him a whole new world to explore (and new ways to render you completely mindless). He will use the toys on you until you're practically crying for him to give you a break, even if his cock sits painfully hard in his pants.
Once you suggest that you can use them on him as well, you thought he'd throw his neck out with how fast he snapped his head towards you. You showed him things he'd never even considered, and after the first time you'd use a vibrating wand on his cock, he was sure he'd never be the same again.
You tell him about dildos and how you can use them as well, and he finds himself wondering what it would be like if you used one on him. Tends to be the one fucking you, but the idea of you fucking him (with a real dick or no) does more to him than he'd like to admit.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
He doesn't mean to tease, honest! He just loses himself in you, loses track of time. If you whine at him and try to scold him for it, he'll apologize breathlessly, but sometimes he can't bring himself to move on. He's just fascinated by you, smitten by you.
If you want some payback, he's not hard to tease. Will whine if you hold back, beg if you stop. If you edge him, he'll do a mix of the both, his words slurring and his languages mixing together into a near unrecognizable mess. But you usually find it in yourself to be merciful. Usually.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):
Quite loud - the volume of his moans are usually on par with yours. He moans sweet things in your ears, trying to stay coherent, but it usually turns into a mess of English, German and Austrian German. Starts to ramble, and the words you are able to understand are usually somewhere along the lines of "ah, fuck, scheisse, you feel so good, ah, so fffuu-uhuh-ckinggood, I don't want to stop, I can't stop, m-my love, please, liebling, you take me so well, please don't stop now, I beg you, don't stop, I- ah!"
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):
As far as blowjobs go, there's only ever been one that has been able to take all of him in their mouth - a man almost his own size that offered to go with him to the men's room back at base during some downtime right after a mission. The man had happily gotten down on his knees, opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out and let him grab him firmly by the head and throatfuck him against the stall door (König can still remember the sounds - if anyone else heard them, they never made it known). He would enthusiastically offer himself up a few more times, to the point where it almost became routine after missions. But then one day the man was gone and König just didn't see him again.
He's confessed this to you, worried that you might not want to be with him anymore, but you jokingly/not-so-jokingly suggested that maybe you should find another guy who can take him like that again, and his mind has been running wild ever since.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):
He is most certainly big, definitely, however he is not wielding some sort of horsecock. Sits somewhere around 7-8 inches, thick enough to stretch you out and fill you up, but not so thick that you feel like you're about to split in half.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
Wants you nearly constantly, but usually leaves you to initiate. He can only hold off for so long, however, and once he's at his whit's end, he'll start touching you, running his fingers along your arms at first, then your waist, then his hands are gripping at your hips and he's breathing heavily into your ear, whispering to you how badly he wants you, will you please let him have you?
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
He will actually fall asleep rather fast if you tell him to lay with you for a bit longer before you clean up, which is why he usually declines. He wants both of you to be clean and fresh so that you don't have to deal with the icky and uncomfortable clean up that happens if you let it dry. Once clean, though, he'll happily crawl back into bed with you and either have you rest on top of him like a little blanket, or lay his head down onto your chest, and he'll be out like a light before you know it.
how would you think köing would react to a s/o of the same height as him
pls and thank you 😊
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You're all requesting such creative ideas, dear visitors! I hope this is to your liking!
König was nervous. But a good nervous, almost excited in a way. A new recruit was joining their squad. Normally, he'd be cowering in his boots and hiding in his room, but the higher ups had assured him that he'd find atleast something in common with them. What that was, he was yet to find out.
As he was waiting for the new soldier to arrive together with the rest of his crew, he stood as straight as a ruler, hands at his sides, making him appear much taller. The only gesture that told he was unsure were his evermoving eyes, seemingly never staying in one place for too long.
Everyone's posture stiffened when the vehicle transporting you arrived. Most of them were told of your... less than inviting appearance, maybe slightly exaggerates, knowing how the rumor mill can be.
As the car braked, it kicked up the dry dirt on the forests floor, dust cloud adding to the drama of your arrival.
It got less dramatic when you had to... squeeze yourself out the car door, bonking your head against the top for good measure. "FUCK! Owww..."
König heard a quiet giggle turned gasp from Soap's direction when you finally stood up to your full height, cradling your forehead in the palm of your hand.
He now knew what they meant with 'having something on common.
You were as tall as him! König was expecting a lot of things, but certainly not that... Yet, he was almost happy about it! If there were two insanely tall people on the squad, they'd have to do something about the low ceiling!!
He was too excited about not having to bend down every waking moment again to notice you coming up to him to shake hands. It was only when you stood right before him, eye-to-eye when he came back.
"Oh scheiße! Sorry ehmm... Ich- Ich bin König!"
"English!" Ghost corrected him.
"Aso! Ehhh, my name is König, nice to meet you." He firmly shook your hand, not breaking eye contact. The distinct lack of blinking was weirding you out, but he also had that charm about him that only socially awkward people seemed to have.
"It's nice to meet you König." You pulled him closer by his arm, whispering only so he could hear. "Us tall people gotta stick together, alright? Can't let those shorties overpower us with their!"
You moved on to introduce yourself to the others, but he stood there, frozen like a statue. Incoherent german blabbers left his mouth and he was happy his face was covered by a mask, or else the squad surely wouldn't let him live this down.
König stated over at you towering over everyone else with a smile on your face and suddenly, he felt like he finally got to experience the highschool crush he never had.
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Captain John price x Keegan P Russ x "Soap" MacTavish x Konig x Male reader
cw: this all consensual, running a train, creampie, blowjobs, choking, hair pulling, blood kink, rough sex, awkward sex positions that took me too long to figure out how to write, Dacryphilia, cum drinking, cumming on body, just really messy sex, porn without plot, consented recording, anal fingering, anal sex with prep
author's note; male version!!!
The camera light flickered as Keegan held the phone, the light flashing red showing that it was recording as you looked up at the camera and looked away nervously. When Soap mentioned something about a train, you didn’t think it would be this many people.
You held your finger up and counted..Ghost, Keegan, Soap and Konig. Price was briefly mentioned but you didn’t know how much you could take before he could get to you.
Alright..Soap turned his back to you and held a smile as you nervously smiled back and did a stiff wave as cleared his throat. “You’ve got a long way ahead of you, but before we get to it.” He paused.
“Are you clean? Like any STD’s orr” chiming in before he could finish “If I had an STD, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have agreed. That’d be cruel and evil.” He only nodded at your response “Anyways, who do you want to go first?” You haven’t thought of that yet, Keegan only held on the phone and kept it rolling.
He seemed uneasy but calm, his icy blue eyes burning into yours as you broke eye contact with him and looked at your options. “Keegan.” He clutched onto the phone with a tight grip as he tensed up and relaxed, trying to keep his composure. “Alright then.”
He out stretched his arm as Keegan walked up to him and placed the phone in his hand. It honestly made you wonder what would people think if this is what the Task 141 does in their freetime, “training”.
Keegan literally had no fucking idea how he got convinced to do this, this is something he’d think about and immediately say “nope” or “pass”. He had experience it’s just he felt vulnerable in this situation, this felt way more than intimate and he couldn’t put his finger on this feeling.
“Say..instead of 1 person, how about you pick one more Name.” Soap spoke as you chuckled and pointed without even thinking “Ghost.” He was expecting to be last if he was honest with himself but that quite surprised him. Ghost and Keegan sat on the bed as you sandwiched yourself between the two big men as you felt smaller.
They were both insanely strong and good looking, your breathing was heavy as you looked around. Keegan shoved what little bit of dignity he had inside him and kissed you as you submitted in the kiss. Ghost hands snaking around your waist as the skull part of his mask dug into your skin as he rested on your shoulder, he wasn’t going to lift his mask in front of all these people.
Now if it was you, it would be completely different. But he still did it anyway as he placed kisses on your neck as you mewled out. He nibbed and dragged his teeth from the atlas of your neck to your collarbone, repeating the motion as he bit down harder and harder each time.
Each time, it would strike moans out of you as Keegan’s tongue explored the wet cavern of your mouth, tongues meshing with each other while your vision doubled, the feeling of you being disassociated from your body had you pushing yourself into the men.
The feeling of your blood trickling your neck along with the feeling of Ghost’s warm tongue licking up the evidence as you pulled away from Keegan to breathe. As they both looked at you, pupils blown with lust, hair in a different state than a few minutes ago.
You were completely out of it and they were too as Ghost raised his head from your shoulder and smirked as your blood was at the corner of his mouth, the metallic smell held a trance over you. Keegan helped you lay back as your head laid over the edge of the bed and your bottoms were pulled off as well as your boxers, the room was actually colder than you thought it was as the coolness washed over your hardened cock .
Keegan's hands trailed down your waist and over your cock, teasing the head while Ghost was focused on the belt of his pants, he really should have taken all these unnecessary belts off just like when he took his gear off before getting here. Freeing himself from the decades worth of belts, he pulls his pants down as you can see bulge in his boxers as you almost salivate at the sight.
Your other partner on the other hand is already heavy against your ass , rubbing up and down against your hole as he smears your lube over his heavy cock. Ghost pulls his boxers down and takes his cock out and strokes it as he smirks “Open wide, handsome..” he coos as you open your mouth and he slowly pulls into your mouth as you take every inch.
He’s still pushing into your mouth until he pushes through the tight squeeze and settles inside your throat while you’re to the base of his cock. Face against his shaved pelvis , as Ghost holds a taunting smirk on his face “slut taking what’s giving to him..” he says under his breath, Keegan is more busy thrusting into your hole as he pushes inside and you jolt forward.
Choking on Ghost’s cock as he groans out at the feeling, they both thrust at the same time but not the same pace. Ghost is calling you a bitch,whore while also keeping it warm while Keegan is grunting and pulsing inside you as he cusses and whines about how tight you are.
The roughness and whininess from them has your head spinning. You can only take what your given while Ghost fucks your throat throughly, your pretty sure you have a bulge in your throat from Ghost big size while he fucks your face at a pace, you’re not sure how he’s lasting so long at.
It doesn’t help how Keegan is fucking you and hitting your sweet spots along with your prostate while rubbing his hand over the bulge and pressing down on it, even applying a harsh push to it as your eyes are watering and your letting out choked sobs and moans. Konig and Price watch closely as you get your holes stuffed and fucked, the pushing back and fourth from the men cause of their harsh unwavering paces.
No signs of stopping as Keegan can sweat drip down his back and the side of his forehead as he can feel his cock about to explode, as he edges himself to keep going as that doesn’t go as planned as he pulls out and cums all over your hole, you moan around Ghost’s cock as he’s still fighting his own denied orgasm.
He holds you close and paints your throat white, the warm fluid filling your mouth as you gulp it down as it’s the best you’ve ever had. He pulls out of your mouth as some cum drips out and onto the floor as you pant out and the men collect their clothing and move out the way.
“Hm, you lasted longer than I expected,” Soap muttered out. “Guess it our turn Konig” Soap passes the camera back to Keegan. Konig uncrosses his arm and stops leaning on the wall as Soap and Konig walk up to you as you sit up.
Soap took off his shirt and completely stripped himself but his boxer as he laid down “Come here Name”.
Soap says as you move over to her and he grabs you by your hips and helps you into a kneeling position as he has you spread your legs a bit more, you help him get his boxers off and he lets out a light hearted laugh “eager, aren't we?” he teased as you rolled your eyes and examined his girth and size.
Not as thick as Ghost or Keegan but he made up for it with his length, “C..Can I?” you breathe out and “Course you can .” you slowly sink your hole down on his cock as he moans out, slapping your ass as you yelp.
“Fuck, you are tight!” Soap says as you hit the base of him as you feel Konig’s warm hands on your ass as he’s pouring lube on his cock. Stroking his own cock before thinking of even pushing another cock into your hole..
Once Konig deems he’s prepared enough, his cock is at your hole. He only says one thing before pushing into you “I hope you’re for this.” The bass and growl in his body has your body shaking as he pushes inside alongside with soap.
You dip your nails into Soap’s chest, The way they’re both deep inside of you just like the previous two has you wondering how they don’t have partners.
They don’t go in Unison like Keegan and Ghost would, they’re fucking brutual. Both moving at fast pace that has you slapping against the base of Soap with loud noises as Konig slaps your ass and holds onto it while fucking into you and Soap is just thrusting into you with a fucking rough pace as he keeps kissing your spots.
You could pass out from all this if you really wanted to, but you didn’t want too, Konig grabbed you by the Neck and held onto your neck as you choked out a moan as he turned your head to kiss him, while he thrusted into you and Soap gave a few harsh thrusts that had you bouncing upward. The recording was going for a while but they kept at it, you didn’t think you’d get creampied by both Konig and Soap but they blew inside of you with loud cursing as Konig held you by your neck with a low growl while Soap was completely out of it.
The room was reeked of sex, cum and sweat. But hey it bought you guys all together in the end as you laid on the bed and your chest heaved up and down. Soap was of course gonna take care of you as this was his silly little idea as he held a rag and helped clean off the cum while Ghost helped you with clothes and Konig helped with your hair and Keegan gave you words of praise. This was definitely going in your diary as the best moment of your fucking life.
* BONUS !! Price <33
While everyone went with Soap to get you things to help clean up the door opened and Price walked in and smiled down at you. “Well, looks like you had fun” you chuckled and sat up. “You could say that”. “Do you mind if I?” he lifted his hands defensively and you clicked your tongue “I don’t mind, in fact I welcome it” bringing a smile to his face.
He walked up to you and unzipped his pants, pulling his boxers down along with his pants and laying his cock against your lips. You invited him into your mouth as your lips wrapped around his cock. You swirled and sucked his cock as he moaned and held your hair, dipping your tongue in the slit of his cock as his leg jumped. .
“Fuck..Do that again” he said as you repeated the motion to his slit before continuing to take his cock in your mouth as you gag and choke on it. The feeling drove Price crazy as he kept holding onto your hair and rutting into your mouth. Your efforts and his had him pulsing and getting ready to cum as he let himself go, pulling out and cumming on your face as you stuck your tongue as some hit your tongue.
“You’re fuckin messy, but I love my guys messy” Price said before the door opened to the others returning back. “Looks like Price is here” Soap says “How about a round 2 but with price?” “sounds like a plan.”
❄︎ A/N: I love my three soldier boys so much… you can’t take them away from me 👁👁
John “Soap” MacTavish
The way he wraps his arms around your waist as you’re in the kitchen causes you to relax and lean your head back against his broad chest. He snakes his hands around yours to gently make you let go of whatever you’re holding or doing before he quickly scoops you up, earning a gasp and light smack against his shoulder from you, as he carries you to your shared bedroom.
You’re squirming playfully, telling Soap to let you go since you were cooking, but he just shakes his head and pops the p at the end of ‘Nope’
Good thing you noticed him turn off the stove before he kidnapped you. Taking you to your shared room as he throws you on the bed and again, traps you in his arms. He has his face resting below your chin as his arms are around your waist. You sit there fiddling with his mohawk as he hums in content from your touch.
“Touch starved are we?” You chuckle before he scoffs and rubs his nose against your collarbone. “Always.”
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Ghost is a quiet one. Taking light steps as he walks across the living room to see you laying on the couch on your phone. The TV has a playlist of Christmas songs playing before Ghost walks around the sofa to pounce onto you.
Your legs are tangled together as he rests his forehead against your chest. When you giggled as you wrapped your arms around him, he lifts up his head to look at you, dark eyes staring into your own. He wasn’t wearing his balaclava or any tactical paint around his eyes, he was just Simon. Your Simon. Your Simon that was currently clinging onto you.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing nothing. Just find you adorable.”
König
I love this giant mountain of a man, but even as big and intimidating as he seems, he’s such a sweetheart on the inside.
When he finally gets home after a long day or week of work, he comes home to your open arms ready for his big embrace. His mask is off, his borders are down, and most importantly, he’s home to you. When he finally lets you go after about 20 minutes of hugging, you take his hand and bring him into your shared room to properly cuddle.
Usually, you’d be the little spoon, but he specifically asked today to be the little spoon as you happily oblige and wrap your arms around his large figure. He tells you that nothing happened or anything during work that caused him to want to be in this position and that he just missed your arms around him, so you believe him and press a kiss to his head and snuggle up into his back.
OK SO I SAW UR POST ON KÖNIG and i was wondering if you could right headcannons on cuddling with him (you don't have to btw im just excited he's getting attention😌)
Cuddling with König HCs
I love cute requests like these <3 I am a sucker for fluff at heart
Pretty sure I mentioned this in my general headcanons, but this man loves cuddling!!
It's literally his favorite thing to do
Fuck hobbies, warmth is all König needs
In the beginning of your relationship, he was really shy about it too, constantly asking if he could hug you. Those hugs ended up getting longer and longer and it got to a point where he carried you to the couch to full on cuddle.
Still asks, but doesn't really wait for your answer lmao
"Hey can I hug you? Great thanks" "Wait I didn't say y-" "Ohhh is this a new blanket? Es is' so flauschig!"
If you live in Austria and it's any season other than summer, he wants cuddles and he wants them now.
Chances are you aren't used to the cold, so a good hug from this massive man can really warm you up!
Could cuddle with you for hours on end, literally would do it all day if you let him
His favorite position is sitting you on his lap and resting his head on your shoulder, maybe wrapping you both in a few blankets too
If you have fluffy clothes, he will BEG you to wear them when cuddling, man's is weak to fluff <3
"Schatz, kannst du bitte deinen flauschigen Pulli anziehen?" "Honey, it's in the wash...I'm sorry" *sad puppy noise*
LOVES reading you books from his childhood in german <3 (Just ask him to not pick Max and Moritz again, trust me)
Has read you to sleep while cuddling multiple times, and would do it again goddamnit
He's so calm that he often forgets to speak in english, best to just learn german if you want to cuddle lmao
Sometimes, he even slips into austrian so good luck understanding him if he mufflers into your shoulder!
Whether you have booba or not, he will cuddle into your chest at any given chance
PLEASE massage his shoulders omg
Absolutely melts into your touch
If you have a bed full of stuffies, that is your designated cuddling spot now and your SHARED collection of stuffed animals <3
HI HELLO YE S I WNA GHOST TO RAIL ME AND CALL ME A GOOD BOY
HELLO BELOVED MUTUAL I PRESENT THIS TO YOU BC ME TOO <333 aaaAaaAAA
i have never. written. a smut before so. :3
Ghost smut short blurb with male reader
Your head was fuzzy. His massive hand was around your throat, his thick gloved fingers pressed just under your jaw, squeezing the blood vessels to stop the blood flow to your brain, choking you as he towered over you with you pinned beneath him. His other hand was pressed against the back of your thigh pressing your legs against the mattress and holding them apart as he split you open. He thrusted into with all the patience of a trained solider, hard and deep, bottoming out with every thrust, you swore you could feel his cock in the back of your throat as he fucked you. He leaned over you more, pressing his body against yours, shifting his knees so he could hit deeper inside you; with his chest pressed against yours he craned his neck down close to your ear. His and your own ragged breath and short moans mixed in your ears at the proximity.
“Good boy.” he groaned burring his covered face into the crook of your neck.
ghost with a reader who just be biting. goin full bitey mode on bros arms n shit just like. a feral dog my guy
Hello friend, this request was too funny not to do, hope you enjoy!! ✪ ω ✪
I would like to take a moment to apologize for the late posts these past few days. I fear my work is beginning to get sloppy with the pressure to meet my daily posts goals. I hope you guys still enjoy them, I promise to try harder from now on!
|| Ghost With a S/O Who Bites ||
Warnings: crack, some gore, short
Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic
At first he's very confused
He doesn't understand why you like to just randomly bite him
The first time it happens, he literally almost punches you
The two of you were just standing there and he had a short sleeve on leaving a large expanse of skin exposed
And you just can't help yourself
With on quick motion, you chomp down on his muscular forearm
He immediately grabs you and pulls you off, "What the hell!?"
You just grin back at him as he lets go and apologizes for being rough
Even though he's still miffed about you biting him
From that point on it starts happening more often
He denies that fact that he finds it endearing
He has a really high pain tolerance so it doesn't hurt him at all
Imagine him just letting you gnaw on his arms or hands
But also imagine that you actually do it when your in the field too
Like your pinned down and can't get to your gun so you bite down on the enemy hard
When you meet back up with the others and you just have blood all around your mouth, they simultaneously think its cool and terrifying
Ghost would 100% think it was hot
However, he would also scold you about the dangers of just biting people so you swear to only do it if you have no other choice
He would be jealous if you bite anyone else
Starts wearing short sleeves more often subconsciously
The others on 141 tease him about the marks
Complains about how sharp your teeth are but he actually really likes it
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