Hello! Could You Possibly Write Knig And Ghost (separately) X A Stoner Reader Whos Just Faded 99% Of

Hello! Could you possibly write König and Ghost (separately) x a stoner reader who’s just faded 99% of the time? You can make it NSFW if you’d like! Please and thank uu! Have a nice day/night!!

Ahhh this is actually so cute to me!

(A/N sorry about not getting around to answering a lot of these this whole month has been very crazy for me but I am trying to answer them as soon as possible!!)

I'm going to do nsfw and sfw with both of these! And the reader is fem!

Simon "Ghost" Riley

SFW

- Simon smokes with you, his doctor prescribed him some for medical purposes, to help with his insomnia so he understands why you smoke!

- He thinks it's a fun way to bond with you, and you two have such deep conversations when you're both stoned as shit 💀

- Simon always orders pizza and takeout whenever you two start smoking, and he also has a snack drawer in your bedroom or near your smoke spot!

- speaking of smoke spot, at Simon's house he has a sun room he always drinks his tea or coffee in whenever he wakes up, or whenever he smokes, and he let you decorate the entire room however you wanted whenever he figured out how adamant you were about smoking!

- He is very caring with you whenever you're the only one smoking though, he coddles you and makes sure you're not paranoid or having a bad time! He's a sweetie.

NSFW

- It took a lot of convincing to do anything sexual with him while you're high, he just doesn't want something to happen without you being fully aware of it

- however, he absolutely loves it when you go down on him when you're stoned, apparently something about the weed makes your gag reflex disappear, and you can take him all the way down your throat

- whenever you're high, you also have a hard time understanding when he's sensitive or overstimulated, and you make him cum at least three times, and you leave him a mess.

- he's whining and moaning, gripping the sheets and stuttering pleas to stop, but he wants nothing more than you to keep overstimulating him

- you're also very good at aftercare with him, you let him share your blunt, and you both take a nice hot bath and after you cuddle in bed and watch your favorite show or movie while eating your delivery food

Konig

SFW

- Konig gets quite upset when he first finds out you smoke, but only because he never actually knew the benefits of it.

- all he knew was what his parents and teachers said about it, he thought you'd grow horns or get a mutation or something like that, but when you told him all the benefits, he was cool about it

- now Konig himself doesn't smoke, but he knows the signs of when you smoke, the smell, your demeanor and how clingy and sweet you are

- He also keeps snacks for you, in his backpack he has a designated pouch for chips and sweets when you get hungry, and an extra chilled water bottle in case you have a coughing fit!

- He also has an entire drawer dedicated to snacks for you, he has some comfy clothes for you in his dresser, some of your 'smoking gadgets' in his nightstand and whatever else you may need!

- you let Konig smoke once, and he coughed so hard you thought he was going to have a heart attack, so instead you bought some edibles for him to try, and he was into them, but only takes them when his anxiety is bad or when he's going to be around too many people.

(in my eyes, I don't think Konig could do anything sexual with you if you were high, but I will indulge your fantasies anyway 🙏🏻)

NSFW

- Konig is normally very rough with you during sex, because you do like it that way, but whenever you're stoned he's very gentle

- He doesn't go too hard unless you deliberately ask, and he definitely cums too fast, only because you're very...open when you're under the influence

- you admit to him how hot and sweet he is, and how his arms are just so veiny and big, and his eyes practically roll back into his head at the obscene squelching and moans that leave your lips

- you're not very vocal normally during sex, but when you're high, he's sure only porn actresses make the noises you make.

- Konig is an aftercare god, running you a bath and cooing to you how well you've done, and for the sake of it, hits a blunt once because he knows how badly you like to share with him.

Need (18+)

pairings; Konig x fem!reader

Warnings; smut, mentions of somnophilia, dacryphilia, name calling, pet names, subby!Konig, whiny!Konig, fluffy ending, short smut

It had been months since he'd been home, and no amount of fucking his fist to the picture of you could satisfy his need to bury his cock into your cunt. He groaned pitifully, almost whining at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him.

"Needed you so bad süße Taube." Konig muttered, his length pushing into you slowly, savoring how tight and wet your sopping cunt was.

Your drowsy eyes were half lidded, and your hair was mussed from your nap. You'd been dead asleep when Konig came home, and even though he'd prefer you to be awake when he fucked you, he needed your cunt so badly he moved your panties to the side and fucked you awake.

Of course you'd agreed with him multiple times this was ok with you, he still felt hesitant to do it, but when he came home, all that clouded his mind was your needy whines and the satisfying feeling of cumming inside of you.

Konig's hips flattened against yours again, making you gasp and lay your head back down onto your silk pillow. "Missed you s' much, Ko." You yawned, cooing as his cock thrusted into your cunt sloppily. He whined out, not being able to respond with how your cunt clenched onto his girth. No matter how many times he fucked you, he never got used to how tight you were.

He moved gently still, gasping for air like he was drowning. He snapped his hips against yours, fully bottoming out as you whined sleepily. You'd tried to stay awake to greet him when he came home, but your pillow was so soft, you only wanted to close your eyes for a minute. And then a minute turned into a few hours.

He was embarrassingly close, and whines and pleads fell from his lips as he rocked into you harder. As you sighed and whined his name, he felt the coil snap as he came undone inside of you, gasping as his hips stuttered, emptying his cum inside of you, pulling out and smiling at your puffy cunt, leaking with his seed.

He crawled down beside you, taking you into his arms and kissing you on your forehead gently, murmuring sweet german words into your ear as you fell asleep against his chest.

Ghost + Konig Fav Sex Positions (18+)

Warnings: smut, slight language, implied age gap, smut with no plot, ect.

"Simon 'Ghost' Riley"

Missionary through and through

If you ask, he'll definitely be willing to do other positions, but he loves missionary so he can look at you as he fucks you ♡.

When in missionary, he loves to grab your jaw so you maintain eye contact with him.

Put your arms around his neck as he fucks you, and this man goes FERAL.

Also occasionally likes to fuck in front a mirror, you on his lap, back to his chest as he pries your legs open, making you watch his cock slide in an out of you (LORDDD)

Very slow and passionate, but if you're whining and scratching his back he is going to be ROUGH.

Will be gentle if you ask, but you better believe it takes him a lot of restraint if you whine and whimper his name

Is pretty decent at aftercare, he runs a bath for the both of you and orders takeout:)

He's a sweetie pie after sex, cuddles are a demand, not a question!

"Konig"

Honestly, is comfortable with whatever you want to do, and always asks you first.

But his personal favorite is the mating press, he LOVES getting as deep as possible!

Will mutter curses in German whenever you claw at his back as he hits your g-spot with every thrust (😫)

Will definitely ask if you're ok every 20 minutes or so, he just wants to make sure his little lamb is comfortable,

With that being said, he's definitely on the softer side when you fuck, but if you beg him to be rough, who is he to say no?

Will 100% whisper "Täubchen" (little dove) in your ear, and whenever he notices how reduced to a puddle you are, he'll mainly stick to German nicknames.

Amazing at aftercare, will run you a bath regardless, and even hold up a phone for you to watch a movie while you relax.

Makes you home cooked Austrian meals after sex if you pass out right after, and will spoon feed you if you ask.

He's adorable I swear, literally frothing at the mouth.

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓

Warnings; smut, violence, gore, talk of virginity loss, virginity loss, breeding kink, kidnapping?(Technically), grumpy reader, Roman!Konig

Part 1 of ???

I am very excited to get started on this, I've always liked the old Roman Konig prompts! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

You'd head stories, hell all of your village people had. The legend of a Roman champion, who took down entire cities and killed armies single-handed.

You yourself always rolled your eyes or snickered when you heard these tales, because 'who could conquer an entire army by himself?'.

You soon figured that out, two soldiers threw you to the ground, the dirt grooving it's way under your fingernails. Your wet, tear stained face felt burning hot and your head hung, too nervous to look up.

"Salută-ți regele." One of the soldiers behind you spoke, his boot kicking your leg, bringing a stinging pain through it. You sniffled, slowly moving your eyes up to greet his pale blue ones.

He was big, so big. Bigger than any soldier here. He looked out of place, as if he was a god standing amongst men. Scars littered his exposed arms, but you couldn't see past his shrouded face.

"Ach, was hast du mir heute mitgebracht?" The man asked, looking at the two soldiers behind him. "O curvă." They spoke, your brows furrowed trying to understand their foreign tongue.

The man looked you up and down, finally deciding to take a seat. He huffed, almost as if he was annoyed with their presence. "Verlass uns." He spoke again, making a waving motion with his hand.

The two men grunted before turning away and leaving. You watched him with watchful eyes, wondering what he would do next. Take you as a slave? Rape you? Kill you? Your mind raced, terrified.

After a few more moments, he flicked his wrist, motioning for you to stand. He stalked towards you, and you tried to back away before he took hold of your arm in an almost bruising grip. "Hübsch." He spoke, almost fondly. You wished you'd understood his native tongue.

"W-what?" You whispered, your tears flowing freely again. Was he demanding something of you? He tilted his head, his eyes scrunching with what seemed to be amusement.

"Ein süßer Kleiner, perfekt für mich." He chuckled, before leading you over to the large expanse of his bed, which was covered in large and luxurious furs. You wondered how many people he had killed to get those.

You breathed unevenly, this was the moment you dreaded, he was going to rape you. Your tears fell harder, you tried to stifle your sobs to the best of your ability. His head cocked to the side, and he walked over to the table, picking up a pitcher and pouring water into a small, clay cup.

He walked over, handed it to you and waited. He watched until you finally brought it to your lips, drinking in deeply. "Thank you.." you whispered, handing the cup back. He smiled, you thought since you couldn't tell other than from his eyes.

Slowly, he began to undress, your heart sank. You couldn't possibly fight him off, he was at least four times your size, built of muscle and strength.

You froze, staring at him in fear. All you could do was try and brace yourself the best to your ability for what was coming, slowly, he sauntered over to you. He was built with muscle, towering over you. Scars also littered his torso and his legs and arms. He looked like he's gone to battle many times.

He reached the bed, extending a hand to caress your face. He brought his face down, breathing in your scent. You shook with fear. Slowly, he lowered himself to knees, spreading your dress open to reveal your bare cunt. Undergarments were a luxury your family weren't able to afford. At least when they were alive.

"p-please...don't..." You hiccupped, trying your best to scramble away. The man looked up at you and stood. His head cocking to the side, questioningly. "Du meinst...nein?" He wondered, before nodding to himself and redressing. You sat there, shocked.

By now, most if not all of the men in his camp would have beaten and raped you bloody, but why'd didn't he? You were thankful regardless. "Du hast ... Angst. Ich werde dir etwas Zeit allein geben, Kleines." He spoke, before moving the flap of his tent and leaving.

Moments after he left, you sobbed loudly, your body wracking with sobs and cries. You felt grief flood you, the death of your family, of your chief and your friends. Your village had barely made it through the fall, your crops dying and the soil becoming dry and dead from the lack of rain, only to be slaughtered by the Romans.

You laid back, holding yourself as you cried. And slowly, you cried yourself to sleep, huffing slow and uneasy breaths as you let sleep take you.

★★★

This is the first part/chapter so let me know what you think of it! The German/Romanian is also roughly translated so don't quote me on some of this! 😭💗

★Poisoned★

Konig x reader (angst)

warnings; slight nsfw, fem!reader, reader uses the call sign Widow, shadow!reader.

In which the reader betrays task force 141 after Konig falls in love with her.

"Konig! Take the fucking shot—" Konig cringed at the malice in Ghost's voice over the coms, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't pull the trigger no matter how desperately he knew he should.

Not when the person he was supposed to shoot was you. His beloved Widow. His mind screamed at him to be angry with you - furious - but he only felt sorrow, a deep sadness in his chest. He looked at your pretty face through the scope of his rifle and tried, again, to shoot. He couldn't.

Your words rant through his ears now, the sweet words you'd mumbled to him after you two had been laying naked in bed, spent from your previous activities.

"I'd never leave you, Konig. I hope you know that, I'll always be with you." You'd muttered in his ear, leaving a small kiss to the shell of it.

He bit back tears now, tears of betrayal, and some of anger. "What the bloody hell are you doing?! SHOOT HER." Ghost yelled again, before the coms went silent.

Konig didn't notice, all he was focused on was watching you, the mean expression on your face, and the way Graves pat you on the back, applauding you of your betrayal to the task force. You'd spend a year collecting Intel from the task force and sending it over to Graves.

Even after this, Konig was still in love with you, he was so sure that he could make you see reason, make you turn yourself in and help the task force understand why you betrayed them.

"I can't, Ghost." Konig breathed shakily, waiting for a response but getting none. "Sir?" Konig asked again, moving his gaze from your face and to the side, his brows furrowing in confusion. Soon after, his head jerked to the side as he heard footsteps and the crunching of leaves nearby.

Konig stood, his hand on his pistol that was strapped to his large thigh. It happened fast, a voice, a man, shouted and at least four men came at Konig, guns and hand knives drawn as one pushed him down to the ground and clocked him on the side of his head with the handle of his gun.

Normally, Konig wouldn't be taken down so easily, but the men had gotten the upper hand, he was distracted.

———

Konig grunted, shaking his head as he looked up, his mask was askew and he shook his head a couple times to attempt to rearrange it. He spotted Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Farah, and a few others tied to chairs or beams attached to the ceiling of what he was sure was a shed.

He was sure his breath stopped when he looked over and saw you, leaning against a beam Soap had been tied to. "Traitorous bitch." Ghost hissed, his eyes narrowed through his mask, and you rolled your eyes.

Konig stayed silent, before he hadn't told anyone at the base of your and his...relations, and he didn't plan to now. "I'm surprised," you spoke, walking over to Konig.

"I didn't think Graves's men would have taken you down, I was almost positive that you would have gotten away. Shame." You said, grabbing the fabric of Konig's sniper hood and yanking it closer to your face. Konig remained silent, his eyes now held rage, the sorrow from before was no longer there.

You scoffed, hearing the shed open and Graves walking in, two men flanking either side of him. "Widow, have fun with your old crew?" He said, his hands resting against his hips, almost sassily.

You grunted, you weren't particularly fond of him. His name often left a bad taste in your mouth. "Whatever Graves." You sigh, walking over to him. "I have to say I'm surprised we got so many of you in here." Graves almost laughed, taunting the task force.

"yeah, you got lucky that you had a traitor slag on your side." Ghost spat, you and Ghost had been close, but if he said sometimes he didn't get a bad feeling from you, he'd been lying. Safe to say his gut feeling about you had been right.

"Graves. Don't we have...other business?" You say, motioning with a jerk of your head out of the shed. He nods, before walking up to Price, smirking down at him. "I guess we were just one step ahead, huh Captain?" Graves laughed, before turning around, giving everyone one last glance and leaving the shed, along with you.

Konig almost weeped seeing you leave, he didn't want your betrayal to be real, but the longer he looked at you and took your demeanor in, he realized this was what you'd fully intended the entire time you'd been at the task force. With a slam of the shed doors, the others sighed, slumping against the back of whatever they were tied to, too tired to come up with an escape plan. Konig hang his head, thinking about what would have happened if you hadn't betrayed him, he was thankful his mask covered his face as tears rolled down his face.

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(A/N: and that's all you get for now ahahahahaahahah 😋)

Daddy?

Summary; in which Konig likes to spoil his girlfriend.

Warnings; slightly sexual, fem!reader, sugar baby!reader

"Konig?" You'd been searching for Konig throughout your large home for 25 minutes, finally finding him in his office, leaning over some documents and mumbling to himself. "Yes, liebe?" He says, not looking up and scribbling something harshly. He often worked like this whenever he wasn't on base, hunched over papers or a computer and sorting out bills and taxes and whatnot.

You smiled at his voice and walked over, sitting down on his lap. He finally looks up at you and you pout your lips, pulling out your phone and showing him a cute pair of heels you found. "Look baby, aren't these cute?" You pouted, looking up at him through your lashes. He takes your phone and smiles "If you want me to buy you something, you don't have to ask." He says, already clicking purchase and ordering them for you. You smile and kiss his cheek "Thank you daddy!" You smile, taking your phone back and snuggling into him, enjoying his company as he continues to scribble away on his papers.