Poly Ghost & Knig X Reader Headcanons

Poly Ghost & König x reader Headcanons

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!!!

hi! to go off the anon who asked for the König request with the reader with the keraunographic scars—

could i request König drawing them and the reader reacting to the drawings? maybe König could use colourful paint to trace the scars or something, something really sweet and fluffy 😁

König x Reader with Keraunographic scars pt. 2

Thank you so much for your request! This is such a cute little idea so why not add it to the actual story?

All fluff and feel good stuff :) no content warning!! Feel free to request anything my inbox is open!

It had been a while since your incident with König, after you and him had a very messy, “I like you”, “I like you too”, “date me?”, “wait I was going to ask you though?”, you two are very happy together. You both understand that revealing certain aspects of your bodies can be very stressful; you with your scars and König his face.

However, you both shared those aspects on your own times, and that led to this current situation you two shared.

It was the usual for you two when it came from time away from missions, you resting on your bed stomach down, reading your favorite book, and König sitting criss cross at the end of your bed, sketchbook in hand. The comforting sound of graphite scratching against the paper near you was very familiar to you, occasionally you would catch König drawing you. One time you caught him doing that, in which you grabbed your own pencil and drew König next to you on the paper, drawing a heart in between; to say that made König fall in love all over again would be an understatement- he keeps that drawing in a very safe place.

On this day, you felt comfortable enough to not wear layers which covered your scars, letting your skin finally breathe after such an amount of time. You perked up when you heard König had stopped drawing, you turned your head to see him nervously looking at you and back at the drawing and so on. You smiled fondly and completely turned over, putting your book down and sitting up and facing him, raising your brows in curiosity.

König swallowed hard and stammered for a moment, hesitantly handing you his sketchbook with sweaty hands. Before you could even look at it, he was already defending himself. “You just..just looked so pretty meine kleine Liebe.. (my little love)..I..I couldn’t help it.”

You looked down fondly at the drawing, and saw a detailed drawing of you sitting on a fancy bench with a bed of flowers in front of you, and large floral bushes behind you. You were positioned in a way where your scars were visible, but you found that König had drawn you with such love, he drew you like you were a true angel. “Can I ask you something, love?” You asked softly, taking one last look at the drawing before handing it back. König nodded eagerly, taking the book back gently.

“Do you really think I look that good?” You asked with a chuckle, looking at his masked face into his beautiful blue eyes. You saw said eyes widen, watching him place the sketchbook down and scoot closer to you, placing his hand gently on your cheek and stroked your face with his thumb. “Of course my doll,” he spoke with almost a worried tone, “you are..th..the most beautiful, handsome, g..gorgeous…göttlich (divine). You are my muse.”

You blushed and placed a kiss on his clothes nose, then his cheek, then lifted his mask and placed a kiss on his soft lips. You then pulled back, taking his hand and held it, then asking, “could I pose for you someday?”

“mein Engel (my angel)…you’ll kill me.”

Bonding Ch. 1

Ghost x Reader (gn)

A story in which you, ghost and soap go on a mission, a mission that was supposed to be in and out. But after the squad was ambushed, you and ghost are kidnapped. While trying to get out, you both get incredibly close. (The character representing you in the story goes by gender neutral pronouns)

CW: torture, violence, guns, interrogation, friends to lovers, nsfw, 16+ please

Multiple chapters

In the beginning, Ghost was as aloof with you as he was with everyone else in the squad. Never one to hold back on the dad jokes and friendly banter, he was always still just as reserved and just as mysterious.

Although, there seemed to be a new development between you and Ghost. Soap and the others noticed how Ghost would always prefer to sit next to you when traveling to and from missions; also noticing how he would grunt in annoyance if he couldn’t. They noticed when everyone was holed up in a safe house, how he would spare you a quick glance now and again in passing.

Yes, Ghost does care for everyone in the squad, but those small actions and others seemed to point that the mysterious British man might care slightly more for you in particular.

Currently, you and the rest of the squad were in the base’s cafeteria, everyone talking amongst each other except for Ghost, as the usual. You always tried to include Ghost into the conversation, sometimes asking for his input or his advice. Usually you only got a, “it’s stupid”, or, “I don’t think it’s that hard to believe.”

On the outside, Ghost looked unfazed, as always, but inside he thought you were the sweetest, too sweet for someone of his past, so sweet he was scared to get a taste; a taste he craved in the morning and into the night.

Today after you all finished eating, you would all be sent off on a quick mission. Infiltrate a Russian base, hack into their database to find out their future plans and how to counter them. A simple in and out.

But this simple in and out, would be anything but.

Getting up, you put your tray away and waved at the others, saying you would meet them in the plane before turning around to see Ghost looking at you.

“I still don’t believe soap actually managed to sleep with that girl, she’s like a B list model!” You chuckled, now walking down the hall with Ghost next to you.

You gave him a side glance before continuing, “have you ever screwed a model, ghost?” You asked, now looking up at him a little longer while you two walked.

He continued to look forward though, his voice unreadable. “Is that your business, Spirit?” You internally blushed, you always loved the way he said your code name in his accent.

You cleared your throat, “I’m just trying to get to know you a bit more Lieutenant, that’s all.” Right after you finished your statement, still looking up at Ghost, you felt his hand quickly grab your waist and move you to the other side of his body.

You failed to notice that because you weren’t looking where you were going, you nearly ran into an open door.

You swallowed hard, Ghost’s hand now retreating back to his side as you felt the phantom touch of his warm hands still on your side.

“Watch where you’re going Spirit, I can’t be your eyes all the time.”

You rolled your eyes, “well you’ll have to be on this mission soon. Watch and learn from a real hacking professional.”

You two were approaching the plane, the back opened as you two walked up; putting on your gear before sitting down and buckling in, Ghost following and sitting next to you; holding onto a sniper rifle close to his chest.

While you were going to hack into their computer system, soap would be escorting you there, and Ghost would scope out the exterior or through the few windows the Russian base had.

There was quiet banter between the squad, you and Ghost exchanging quick glances now and again.

———

“Nice and easy you two.” Ghost’s voice crackles through the radio, his scope following you and Soap as you both snuck in through a window.

“Nice easy my ass.” Soap grumbled back, walking slightly backwards to watch your back as you both slowly made your way to the room that had the computer you needed.

“I thought your ass liked it hard and rough,” you joked, chuckling under your breath. Soap made a gagging motion and bumped your shoulder with his gun.

Ghost left out a heavy exhale from his nose, which you guess was the closest you’d get for a laugh.

You felt warm inside, always seeking Ghost’s approval and being able to make him laugh filled you with pride.

Finally you made it to your destination, Soap staying put right on the other side of the door.

In the room there were many monitors, but one in the center. You sat down on the swivel chair that sat in front of the desk, and when you powered up the monitor, it asked for a password.

You took out a flash drive from a side pocket, unzipping the pocket and inserting the flash drive into the back of the main monitor.

After a few seconds, the password appeared in the inbox, once you clicked enter a “welcome” appeared on the screen with a loading wheel just below.

Once you were in, you clicked a button and spoke into the radio.

“Price, I’m in. Say the word and I’ll get what we need.”

A few seconds you heard Price’s voice, “good work Spirit, I can see the screen here. Go for it.”

The flash drive held a Trojan that could share the screen with an outside party.

You coded the Trojan to show the screen of whatever computer you hooked it to, to Price’s computer all the way back to base live.

This way there was no chance of losing the flash drive that holds the information needed, now all that was needed was Price recording his screen, saving the video recording, and taking the necessary information to the necessary people.

As you were sharing the Russian’s plans live with Price, your conversation was interrupted by Ghost’s grumbling but slightly concerned voice.

“Russians coming in. At least fifteen. Wait hold on-“ a few seconds later he chimed back in, “now at least eleven.”

Right after you also heard Soap knocking on the door, “I hear em coming! Hurry up Spirit!”

Fifteen seconds later you heard shots coming from Soap and the Russians who slowly made their way towards you both.

The sound of a smoke bomb went off, along with Ghost’s voice informing you both that there was an opening on the side of the building that looked clear.

Soap had already ran for said opening, trusting you would be right behind him. And you tried to be, but when you went to open the door it wouldn’t budge.

Jammed. You were stuck.

“Spirit where are you?” Soap yelled through the radio, just making it out of the building.

“Twenty more- seventeen more coming in through the front. Both of you are out yeah?” Ghost asked cooly.

“Spirit isn’t with me!” Soap yelled through comms.

Ghost’s heart dropped, sweat began to form on his forehead and palms. He knew you were a capable soldier, you wouldn’t be in the squad if you weren’t. But that was too many for anyone on their own.

“Leaving the eagle’s nest. I’m coming down to personally assist.”

Soap was holding onto every word, just waiting to hear you.

“I’m still here,” your voice came through, both men sighing in quick relief. “The door is stuck, they can see me in here. I only have my pistol.”

You were more of a computer person than a combat one, so when you did go on missions you usually only had a pistol or some smaller gun unless a bigger one was called for. This mission, it didn’t call for it.

“I can take out a few from the small window once they eventually break it. But I need help.”

“And help you shall get Spirit.” Ghost responded.

Soap had rounded a corner, looking down the hall where you were holed off, Russian after Russian yelling angrily as they try to get the door open.

One spotted him and pointed, and soon five soldiers were all shooting down the hallway at Soap.

Ghost entered the building through the front, sniping soldier after soldier through the chest and head before also being spotted.

Soon after one Russian soldier yelled out a word and through something at Ghost.

He wasn’t dumb he knew what it was.

Just as the grenade landed on the ground, the soldiers got the door open.

Both men on your squad heard your screams and pistol shots, threats and swears rapidly leaving your mouth.

Soon you were tased, rendering you stiff and helpless; one solider hoisted you up, and another came and knocked you out with the butt of his gun.

Ghost was too preoccupied with the grenade, it going off in the middle of your predicament, it was enough to knock him on his ass, his ears ringing, and his mind rattled. He could hear your muffled screaming and threats, angry Russian men yelling over each other, and Soap on the radio asking what to do.

On autopilot, Ghost said into the radio, “leave. Now. Base.”

Soap did as he was told, under the impression that ghost had it under control, like he always did. But he didn’t.

Ghost leaned on a wall as he slowly got up, realizing he was more fucked than he realized.

As he looked up, he saw he was surrounded by Russian soldiers, one holding you bridal in his hands.

Ghost felt fury as he saw you in another man’s arms, not that he was mad at you for it. He was mad it was anyone but him holding you.

The soldier’s noticed Ghost clenching his fist and reach for his gun, but they knew he was too disoriented.

One soldier quickly stood forward and delivered a nauseating punch to Ghost’s gut, making the tall British man stumble to his knees, soon after also being knocked out by the butt of a gun.

Neither did you both know how much hell you were going to endure. And how incredibly close it would make the two of you.

König Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

SFW

• Konig is so nervous around you, even after you two have an established relationship he can’t help but feel shy and bashful when you say sweet things to him

• Since he has a lot of social anxiety, PDA is nearly impossible for him- not that he doesn’t want to, but because it would make him explode. He would never be ashamed of knowing you two were together, he doesn’t want to make you feel like a secret. So he will opt for hand holding (more like you holding two of his fingers cause that man is a GIANT)

• Speaking of the height, no matter if you’re 5’0 or 6’4 you will always be so small to him. His favorite pet name to call you is maus (mouse). Any other pet name he has for you always starts with ‘little’. So “little angel”, “little doll”, “little baby”, or “little lover” if he’s feeling extra romantic. And when he puts “my” in front of it? It’s like a fountain down there.

“Konig!” You yelled excitedly, running down the corridor. It had been weeks since you last saw him after he went on a mission. Even when he was in full gear and mask, you thought he was the most handsome. “Maus!” He exhaled excitedly, a sigh of relief washed over him. The tall man quickly picked you up, resting his head on you as his shoulders finally relaxed, his whole body felt like it was about to uncoil. “I missed you so much Konig.” You whispered, gently kissing his head (helmet really). “I missed you too mein kleiner Engel.” (My little angel)

• So this man is like, what? 6’7-6’10? An absolute mountain of a man. Everyone knows he’s already an absolute sweetheart, but when you guys are cuddling? Tooth rotting sweetness. His favorite position is to just lay on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and just listening to your heart as you gently play with his hair or rub his shoulders. If you want to be the little spoon? You will be practically cocooned in his arms. You want to be the big spoon? Internally he’d find it funny, but really when he feels your warmth on his back and your arms around him, he’s never felt safer, or so loved.

• His drive and motivation is always to make you feel as loved and safe and you do to him. He wants to keep you safe, he wants to make you feel so loved that there’s never a day where you doubt his love and loyalty to you. He cherishes every laugh and smile he shares with you. He wishes he could take a photo with you on missions and put it on his gun like they did during WWI and WWII- but he knows that would put you in danger. So instead he daydreams when he can, wishing you were in his arms safe and sound.

NSFW

• Technically if we want to give him a label, he’s a switch. Really he just wants to please you. Your pleasure is what gets him off. If you want to dominate and use him? Baby he’s already begging. If you want him to manhandle and fuck you stupid? His hand is already around your throat. No matter what it is (within reason) he just wants to see you enjoy yourself. Knowing that he is the reason you’re coming undone and feeling good already makes him horny beyond belief.

• He was a virgin when you two met, so when he was finally ready to lose his virginity to you, he was a stuttering and bashful mess.

“M-My…My love?” He asked, looking up with worry in his eyes. You were currently straddling his waist, both of you only in your undergarments. Your hands were on his shoulders as you gently rocked your hips over his hard on. “Yes?” You asked lowly, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the nose. “Will I fit? N-Not that I think you can’t! Scheiße..I just..I don’t want to hurt you.” He was giving you puppy dog eyes. And honestly it was the cutest thing, you’d already given him a blowjob before, he’s seen and eaten you between your legs, but he was still afraid of not making you feel good. You appreciated it too, after all he was insanely huge, and everything was proportional. Everything. So his worry wasn’t too out of the question. “My poor baby,” you cooed, brushing your hand on his cheek; immediately taking your panties to the side, also sliding his boxers down after and rubbed your bare and wet lower half on his hard on. König let out a deep and guttural moan, leaning his head back slightly, already losing his mind. “You..mein gott..doll you feel..you feel so good- gott oh mein gott you’re so pretty. Need you, need you bad please baby. Feels so good..oh yes so so good.”

• He’s still just as whiny and begs just as much when he bottoms, always getting drunk on pleasure, and he will ramble about how pretty you are, how good you feel etc. unless you gag him. For as socially anxious as he is, he is quite the talker in bed.

• When König is the one in charge that night, first he will always ask you if there’s anything you want to avoid, anywhere he should not touch or anything he should avoid saying. He is quite literally at your command. He’ll go over the safe word a lot before getting into it. Personally, he loves the size difference between you too- especially when he’s in charge. Handling you like a ragdoll, moving you around how he pleases and pounding you to his heart’s desire is a personal guilty pleasure of his. He always starts off on the more gentle side, but if you tell him to be rough; trust he will be.

“Oh little maus, where do you think you’re going?” König asks, grabbing you behind the knee and dragging you back to him. You already came twice that night and you were starting to lose it. A harsh slap on your ass was delivered, followed by a hand tightly gripping your hair in a makeshift bun. His other hand with a vice like grip on your hip; face down ass up, just how he likes it. The tall man then resumed his assault on your body, fucking into your hole like he hated you. But the love bites all over your body said otherwise, some were light and looked like they were made with tender care; others like the few on your neck and chest were already turning red and purple, clear indents of teeth marked up all over. Quickly both of his hands were on either side of your face, his body leaning down and felt like he was going to crush you. The problem was though, you couldn’t see. The entire session you brought up the idea of a blindfold, and König is here to deliver. “Are you losing your mind yet, little maus? Can you speak for me?” He teased, his thrusts becoming slower but a lot harder. “Ah…Ah..m-more..” you moaned out softly. “Please..oh fuck..please more.” You felt both hands leave your face, now planted on your hips. “As you wish mein kleines Luder” (my little minx)

• Right after you guys are done though he smothers you in kisses and asks with a huge blush on his face, “did I make you feel good, doll? D-Did I…did I do good..too?” He just wants to be whatever you need, and he wants to be the reason you’re so sweaty and sore, because he loves you, and he wants you to feel loved too.

𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

I will NOT write:

- Cnc

- Incest

- Daddy kink

- Mommy kink

- Feet

- Piss kink

- Scat

- S/A (cnc maybe but only with established consent in the story)

- x oc

- x (other character)

Characters I have written and want to write for:

- Simon “Ghost” Riley

- König

- John “Soap” MacTavish

- Alejandro Vargas

- Nanami Kento

- Toji Fushiguro

- Choso

- Satoru Gojo

- Sukuna Ryomen

- William Afton

- Michael Afton

- Pyramid Head

- Michael Myers

- Jason Vorhees

- The Huntress

- Amanda Young

- The Legion

- Danny Johnson

- Carmina Mora

- Victor Van Dort

- Sweeney Todd

- Eric Draven

- Ashe Corven

- Gabriel “Reaper” Reyes

- Cole Cassidy

- Jeff the Killer

- Jane the Killer

- Eyeless Jack

- Laughing Jack

- Slenderman

- Hoodie

- Masky

- Jason the Toymaker

- Ticci Toby

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Please feel free to request something!

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