I really like the ghost/soap/reader soulmate au thing! It’s a really interesting dynamic to see play out, and definitely leaves the wonder of what happens next between the three of them. Especially because it seems like Soap and Reader have both put the dots together, but ghost, the potential active threat, definitely has not. With that to there also like- long term effect of the fact he held the chamber to her, and that doesn’t necessarily make for the best introduction/trust building interaction. Really good writing! (Sorry if this is too much rambles)
Gosh I enjoy rambles like these, anon~
When I first read your message I took some time to think about your words, and all I could think of was the three of them sitting in a room with Price:
Price: So that person is your soulmate.
Ghost & Soap: Yes.
Price: And you just so happened to find them.
Ghost & Soap: Yes.
Price: Neither of you thought it'd be a bad idea to bring a civilian to our secret base.
Ghost & Soap: Yes.
Price, patting you on the shoulder: Good luck with them, soldier. They're all yours.
Price doesn't know if he should be disappointed in the two, relieved that they're someone elses responsibility now, or pitying poor little you for being stuck with these guys. He alternates between all three. :D
Omfg sometimes I hate Tumblr and it's buggy antics.
Was writing a req saved in my drafts about some good, good König smut and suddenly ithe half finished thing is posted? So I try to set it back and now the ENTIRE thing is gone? Deleted???
Whoever sent me a re about König coming home late to a female reader in nothing but his oversized shirt, I'm so sorry. Pls feel free to send it in agaim should you see this!
Can I request mirror sex with könig just using his fingers making the reader look at mirror and then squirm being a sweet dom please and thank you.
Y'all keep requesting König so he's like two thirds of my entire Masterlist LOL
I debated wether I'd make this even longer than it already is, but I hope this still fills that König need!
Tags: SoftDom!König x gn!Reader
Warning: NSFW.
MASTERLIST
The fluorescent lights of the military dorm room hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to amplify the silence. König, a man built like a fortress, sat perfectly still on the edge of his cot, his large hands resting loosely between his knees. His posture, normally imposing, was softened tonight, his usual stoicism tempered by an inner quietude. He’d always been a man of few words, his thoughts often kept locked behind a wall of calm, but those who knew him well saw the genuine kindness simmering beneath the surface.
You, on the other hand, were a whirlwind of barely contained energy, pacing back and forth in front of him. Your cheeks were flushed, a delicate pink that contrasted starkly with your usual vibrant demeanor. You’d worked up the courage to come here tonight, to ask something that felt both incredibly vulnerable and intensely thrilling. The words were caught in your throat, a nervous knot threatening to choke them.
“König,” you finally began, your voice a soft whisper that barely cut through the room's heavy silence. He looked up, those clear blue eyes focusing on you with an intensity that made your stomach flip. “I… I had something I wanted to… well, ask you.”
He didn’t speak, only offered a slight inclination of his head, an invitation for you to continue. It was a gesture that spoke volumes; his patience, his willingness to listen, reserved for you and only you.
You took a deep breath, your eyes darting to the small adjoining bathroom, then back to him. “Could we… Could we go into the bathroom?”
A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face before he stood, a silent giant rising from his seat. He moved with steps twice as large as yours, leading you into the small, tiled room. The mirror hanging above the sink was the only window in the close space, reflecting the fluorescent light back at you, doubling your own image with a disconcerting clarity.
You could feel his presence behind you, a warm, solid force that made the anticipation thrum in your veins. He still hadn't spoken, but the air was thick with unspoken tension, a silent conversation passing between the two of you.
You turned to face him, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I… I wanted… I thought maybe…” You swallowed hard. “Would you… would you do it in front of the mirror? I want to see.”
The question hung in the air, naked in its vulnerability and laced with a subtle thrill. You watched his face, searching for any sign of judgment or dismissal. But his expression remained calm, his grey eyes assessing you with an intensity that made your breath catch.
He finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. “What do you want me to do?”
The simple question sent a shiver down your spine. It was the perfect balance between offering you control and asserting his dominance.
“Just… just use your fingers,” you managed, the words barely above a whisper. “And… and make me look in the mirror.”
He didn't answer, but he moved, his large hands slowly reaching for you. His touch was tentative at first, his fingers brushing against the skin of your arm before moving up to your neck. Then, with a movement that was both gentle and decisive, he guided your head, turning your face toward the mirror.
"You look so beautiful when you blush", he murmured to your ear.
You met your own gaze in the glass, your eyes wide with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. You could see the flush on your cheeks, the way your lips were slightly parted. Behind you, König's hands moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his fingers skimming over your skin, sending sparks of electricity through you.
The first touch sent a jolt of sensation through you, the unexpected intimacy of it making you gasp. You watched your own reflection in the mirror, your eyes widening as you felt his fingers begin their subtle exploration. You could see the curve of your throat, the way your breath hitched, as he teased and traced, his fingers knowing instinctively where to find your most sensitive spots.
You watched as your own gaze became clouded with pleasure, your lips parting further as a soft moan escaped you. It was a strange and fascinating experience, watching yourself succumb to the sensation he was creating in your own reflection, the world outside the mirror fading away as his fingers moved with increasing assuredness.
König’s eyes met yours in the mirror, a flash of something raw and intense in their depths. He didn’t smile, but a flicker of a secret understanding passed between the two of you, a quiet acknowledgment of the power he held, and the pleasure you found in his domination. He pressed closer, his body a warm, solid wall behind you, his breath hot on your neck as he continued his slow, methodical dance.
König bit the shell of your ear, gently flicking his tongue across your nape until he reached the junction between neck and shoulder. A gasp escaped you and he hummed against your skin, clearly satisfied at the reaction.
"Good", he said ever so softly, "you're being so good for me."
Your body started to react, your back arching slightly as he found a particularly sensitive spot, making you squirm against his touch. It was intoxicating to watch your own pleasure unfold in the mirror, to see the raw, vulnerable side of yourself reflected in his eyes.
He didn't push, didn't rush, and that was the most captivating part. He built the pleasure slowly, deliberately, using the mirror as a tool to heighten the intensity, making you watch as your own desire grew. Every touch, every breath, was amplified by the reflection in the glass, making the experience all the more potent.
You bit your lip, suppressing a cry as the pleasure built to an orgasm, your body trembling with anticipation.
"Make noise for me, mein schatz. I want to hear you scream."
You could feel his breath on your neck, his hands firm and steady as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You groaned softly, your head falling back against his chest. In the mirror, you watched as your eyes closed, the reflection of yourself succumbing to the heat of the moment.
It was a strange, exhilarating experience, a dance between vulnerability and control played out in the reflection of the mirror. It was the most intimate moment you had shared with König. Once again leaving you in awe at the incredible gentleness and captivating dominance that lay hidden behind a mask.
He kept your trembling body safely in his arms, careful to let you breathe as he steadied you against him. A soft kiss was planted to your temple; slowly grounding you after a high so exciting.
"Sit", he gently instructed, guiding you to the toilet seat. His eyes didn't leave yours as he procured a towel from underneath the sink, ever so softly wiping away the sweat and juices from your thighs.
My birthday's on the 22nd of october and I'm a libra
I grew up speaking three native languages: Italian, British English and German
I also lived in all three countries, and am currently living & working in Germany
For the past eight years I've been an active duty member of the German military (combat medic), the Bundeswehr, but am currently taking a break to attend med school again
Yes, I enlisted at the ripe old age of 17. No, I would not recommend it
I have the cutest little Bengal kitty named Toto and a couple tarantulas
Oh, and I'm a slut for masked men
I listen to Phonk and K-Pop the most, am chronically online and highkey addicted to caffeine
Currently OBSESSED with Infinity Nikki & Love and Deepspace!!
A soulmate AU fic with Ghost/Soap/GN!Reader where their first word is tattooed on you. Also "What kinda name is Ghost and Soap? Sounds like a Men's 11 in 1 body wash together" or something along the lines (Don't feel pressured to write this! If you don't like the premise you can just ignore this ❤❤❤)
Hello dear! I now how old this request is, and I'm sure you've either forgotten about it or given up on it.
I'm sorry it took me so long, but I had a day ofd today and checked up on this blog; your soulmate request simply sparked smth and I had to write it. Soulmate au's are one of my favourites!
Tbf, I haven't written in a long while, so I'm a bit insecure about this one despite spending all day on it. Hope y'all like this one still :)
It was ridiculous. It was surreal. It was a body wash advertisement, come to life. And somehow, despite everything, it felt perfectly, undeniably right.
Back then it had sounded like a magic trick, something that belonged in a fairy tale. You'd spent hours trying to figure out who Ghost was. Maybe that one weird kid from school? Or a character in a book you hadn’t gotten to yet? You had no idea.
There had been a point in time where you would've killed to know this "Ghost". A character made up of theories, hopes and your boundless imagination - all of it so alien you lay awake at night, caught between fiction and reality. Warmth spread from that name. Oh, how it'd keep your mind running as your fingers brushed over those letters. Careful, like a porcelain vase, too precious to even touch.
It'd have you giggle and sigh at the type of person behind these rough, uneven edges. How long would it take for them to show themself to you? Perhaps you were naive to believe it'd be soon.
The years passed, and the mystery of Ghost remained.
The second word, "Soap," arrived when you had already given up on ever finding this Ghost, nestled just above your ankle. This time, you were about to board a flight to Mexico, announcements blasting left and right, people hurrying all over the place. You noticed it almost immediately. It was a different font and unlike the first name, rather cartoonish. You stared at it, a weird mix of excitement and utter bafflement swirling in your gut. The flight attendant called out your flight number, but your thoughts drowned it out; Ghost and Soap? You thought, what kinda names are those? Sounds like a Men’s 11 in 1 body wash together!
Your friends had found it hilarious, of course. They’d joked about meeting Mr. Ghastly-Clean and Mr. Sudsy-Lad, and promised to buy you a "Ghost and Soap" bath bomb for your birthday. You’d laughed along, but a strange feeling had started to settle in you, a yearning that you couldn't quite explain. That book you'd brought along to your eleven hour long flight lay long forgotten at the bottom of your carry-on.
You were no mere teen anymore. Now you were a journalist and war photographer, intent on finding your oen truth. The chaotic energy of a battlefield somehow soothed the constant itch of the two names etched on your skin. You'd met lots of people, exchanged thousands of words, but none had felt like they belonged with Ghost and Soap. For all your eloquence, nothing could put those feelings into words. Again those voices of loved ones telling you to let go, to search harder, to do this and that. What did they knew though? What did they expect to happen, miracles?
One particularly hectic night, you were in need of one such miracle. Your ever so feverent pursuit of the truth brought quite a bit of danger along; nothing you couldn't handle, picked up a few tricks on your travels here and there. Yet this... Was much too big for any of this. There was no article to be written and no photo to be taken when sirens wailed like banshees and grey smoke drove tears into your eyes.
The city was a symphony once. A vibrant, chaotic melody of honking cars, chattering crowds, and the rhythmic clang of street vendors. Now, it was a dissonant cacophony of explosions, the sharp crack of gunfire, and the terrified cries of the few souls still daring to breathe. You? You found yourself swallowed whole by this chaos, a lone note desperately trying to find its escape in the maelstrom.
A child cried, another salve of shots silenced the sound.
Silence was eerie. Silence was deadly.
Mouth dry and nose covered, you fought against the fear that tried to take over; the adrenaline, the stomping beats of your own heart. Too heavy and too sudden was the attack. The soldier that was assigned as your bodyguard just yesterday... You'd swallowed hard when he made you promise to save yourself.
Every little sound had you stop and check corners. A wheezing breeze? Scratching along cement? Some stray cats meow nearly caused you a heart attack.
Just gotta keep moving forward, you reminded yourself, just gotta-
Breathless coughs, two. Some low murmurs. Swearing if you'd heard right. One of the guerilla fighters?
As if moving in slow motion you peaked aroung the corner. Eyes checking every centimeter of a half lit allyway-
Your eyes met his.
Heaven and hell would laugh at you for dying like this. Covered in dirt and blood, lost in a war zone of your own fault. If only you'd listened to your mother telling you to stop being so goddamn curious.
He flinched slightly, then coughed, his voice raspy but with a hint of a playful lilt. “Well, hello there.”
That doesn't sound like someone trying to kill you.
"I see you. Why don't ye come out? Am wounded anyway, won't be able to kill ye even if I wanted to."
Your brain protested. This could be a tactic. Lure you out of hiding and into the light, makes it easier to kill you.
But you moved still.
"Come on closer, will ye?"
Eyes stayed fixated on yours like a trance.
His jaw tightened when you finally knelt beside him. Only now did you notice the blood seeping through his black shirt, streaming down a toned biceps like small rivers.
"You don't look like a guerilla fighter."
He chuckled. "Ye don't look like one to me either. Can't hurt be careful though." The blade in his hand reflected the moonlight.
You froze, your eyes snapping to his. His lips quirked into a small smile, but it faded slightly as he noticed your expression.
"Everything okay?" He asked, his voice a low murmur.
"Soap. You're Soap. The Soap."
Soap's eyes widened... As if he recognised you.
The cold metal pressed to the back of your skull, a chilling whisper against the warmth of your skin. The soldier’s breath, ragged and harsh, fanned the hairs at your nape. You could feel the tremor in his hand, the desperate tension that vibrated through him, yet beneath it all, a resolve as solid as the steel he wielded.
"Step away from my partner."
The words, simple enough, landed with the force of a physical blow. They weren't a plea, or a desperate yell. They were a command, delivered with an authority that sent a shiver down your spine. You had never heard this voice before, but instantly, it felt so right. Like the missing piece you hadn't even known you were searching for.
The chaos of the savaged city faded into the background. All that existed was the look in their eyes, the names on your skin, and that strange, overwhelming feeling of finally coming home. Even if your soulmates smelled of sweat and gunpowder rather than roses and honey.
Hey, how are you? Just wanted to let you know that I miss you and your posts (especially the writing advice series(?)!). I know you're busy, so I don't know if you'll see this, but yeah, just wanted to let you know I love your blog. Have a good day/night! 💖
I haven't been online in a hot minute, but I still appreciate you taking the time out of your day to reach out to me. Every message means a lot, even if I don't answer right away!
I think I've said it before, but seeing how much this community has missed me and noticed my absence makes a me feel some sort of way. A girl really is an emotional baby, and that girl is me T^T
Speaking of the writing advice series tho - I still have some ideas for a part 6 / 7 saved in my drafts: Military law and war crimes / grenades. I may not be an active soldier anymore but I still got a ton of knowledge to share if the interest is still there.
Hey, sorry to bother you if you're just busy, but I just want to know if you're okay? It's just that I noticed you haven't posted in a year and I'm kinda worried, but I hope you're still here! On another note, I really like your works and your series on military stuff for writers. They both are well written and the guide for writers is especially organized! Anyways, I hope that you're doing well, and have a wonderful new year!
Hello and good evening, thank you for the message!
I am indeed alive and of - somewhat - good health. My contract in the military ended after some eventful 8 years and I've chosen to further my career by attending med school for a couple years. I've also been working full time at a cardiologist.
Is it fun? Yes! Is it mentally draining? Absolutely. Am I about to graduate in summer? Hell yea.
To be fair, I did leave without notice. I appreciate all the kind messages reaching out and checking up on me. Whenever I thought of this blog and the community I'd built here, I felt like reaching out, but that same thought was quickly drowned out by the never ending mount of other stuff in my brain. ADHD really be making you feel like a dementia patient sometimes.
I'm sorry to everyone I've worried with my sudden absence. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to care about me.
I haven't really played CoD as much as I used to, either. Big company greed is slowly killing games and I refuse to buy overpriced stuff that underperforms. HOWEVER, I still have a lot of content saved in my drafts so if anyone's interested, I'd defo be open to releasing that.
Perhaps once exam phase is over... Well, that'll take a couple months, cause I got two written finals and one in person exam in front of a comittee (lord have mercy) to get through. But perhaps then I might return to writing as a whole, once I have time for hobbies again.
Kyle Gaz Garrick fell off a damn helicopter, hang onto a fucking rope, shooting enemies upside down while the helicopter was moving like the coolest fucking character that he is and mfs still decide not to include him in 141 content. I'm convinced that none of them played the games cause I genuinely cannot understand if you played both MW1/MW2 and still decide not include Gaz. And before you cry that people don't have to include him if they don't want to, I know? That doesn't mean I can't express my thoughts on it.
"I don't know him that well" what?! You play BOTH games with Gaz, he's literally the character you know the MOST along with Price. But you know König who's part of the KorTac faction? And include him in 141 TF content but leave out THE 141 member?
The reason why I keep talking about this is because it's kinda concerning on a different level/weird undertones that go further than fiction/game when it comes to Gaz.
P.s: fucking hell, he's so fine it hurts my soul. Till the walls turn white and all oxygen leaves my brain.
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