Hey (^^)/

Hey (^^)/

I don't know if you accept questions, but if you do ... i'm curious, what do you think could be Königs first name? 🤔

(I love your writing by the way😘)

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Hi love!

I like to think he has a cute name like Tobias, you could call him Toby or smth like that

Or maybe Theodore? The name Theodore makes me think of a teddy bear so it might be perfect for König- you could also call him Theo for short

I also like León (like Leon Kennedy I’m sorry I’m a whore for him too)

Lmk what you guys think! Thank you 🏔 for your question <3

are your requests open currently?

Yes my requests are open, though realistically I won’t get to all of them since I’ve been getting a lot of traction in such short amount of time :’)

Please feel free to request something!

I’m also super busy atm so my writing might slow down a little bit, I’m sorry :((

Bonding Ch. 2

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 (THIS CHAPTER IS HEAVY ON THE TORTURE PLZ BE AWARE)

Multiple chapters

First there was the darkness, then the pain, the throbbing ache in your head lulled you awake. Next was the feeling of rope, the course sensation wrapped around your arms, legs, and across your stomach.

You finally opened your eyes, focusing finally after a moment and you began to look around your surroundings.

You were bound to a metal chair bolted to the floor, the room you were kept in was lit by fluorescent lights, their loud buzzing not helping the pounding in your head.

The floor and walls were all a sickly off white color, made of concrete and cold tile below your feet.

You tried to steady your breathing, remembering your training, you knew you’d just have to endure or find a way out. You would die before letting any information slip from your lips, praying in your head that your squad would find you before you’d have to come to terms with that proposition.

After sitting in isolation for what you assumed was a few hours, the metal door in front of you opened, three men walking inside the room. All three wore masks covering everything but their eyes, all black loose fitting clothes and gloves. One held a bucket of water and towel, another a police grade taser, the third brass knuckles.

Inside you were screaming in terror, knowing that you were in for a world of pain. But you clench your jaw and you compartmentalize your fear, you’d rather bear a painful death than put your squad in danger.

The three masked men talked quietly amongst themselves, surrounding the chair you were bound to. You didn’t understand any Russian, and even if you understood a little, they talked to fast and quiet for you to pick up and key words at all.

You wondered where soap was, ghost and the others, you hoped they were safe and ok, you hoped the whole squad was on their way to save you.

Little did you know one other member of the squad wasn’t as far away as you thought.

“You guys must be really fun at parties.” You said with a slight chuckle, wanting to at least get under their skin for your own temporary entertainment.

The man holding the taser yelled at you to what you assumed would be “shut the fuck up” the weapon inches away from your throat, turning on for only a second as a warning.

One of the others spoke, the taser now away from your throat, but a cloth now resting on your face.

A deep voice coated in Russian reverberated through the empty room.

“What did you take in computer?” He asked, the bucket he held resting above your face, threatening to spill.

“What?” You asked, genuinely a little confused and disoriented. “I didn’t take anything from your fucking computer.”

Technically, it was the truth, you didn’t take anything, just simply sharing a computer screen with your superior across the world.

Water was then poured on your face, the wet cloth covering your nose and mouth began to suffocate you for a few moments.

“Try again.” The deep voice commanded, “you know something. What did you take from computer?”

“I didn’t take anything asshole!” You yelled, thrashing in your confinements. “You’re dead you know!”

More water poured on your face right after, for longer than the last time.

You coughed and wheezes when the water stop, the cloth still suffocating you, simulating drowning.

“You are as well.” The voice spoke again, you couldn’t see it but the man then nodded to the other holding the taser.

Then, waves of electricity shot through your body, you bit your tongue until it bled, you didn’t want to give them satisfaction.

“What do you know?” Another voice spoke, it was the man holding the taser.

You took deep breaths, resting your head on the chair, you couldn’t stop the sweat forming on your body or the shaking in your breath.

You took one final breath before finally speaking again, “you won’t walk out of this place alive.”

Outside the room where you were being interrogated, there was another prisoner not far from you, in a room and confinement identical to yours. And there, sat Ghost. He had been awake far longer than you, and from the puddle of water below his feet and many bruises and cuts on his body, he was the first to be interrogated.

But he could bear it, he knew he had to get out of this place, he too was willing to die for the safety of his squad. But the true torture was hearing the echos of your screams. To hear you in such pain by the hands of scum was truly hell. The man was tense, wiggling his legs and arms in the rope. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to kill those men, get you out, and go back to the safety of the base.

He knew you would die for the squad, but he didn’t know how long you could take it. He’s been truly hollowed out by violence, torture, he has endured and see people endure the worst. You? He still considered you new, he didn’t know if you had the mental capacity like him to wallow in such anguish and pain for long amounts of time; but it’s not like he wanted you to be empty like him anyways.

Ghost always thought you were sweet, sweet for a 141 squad member anyways. He noticed how you’d try to include him in conversations, he knew you prioritized his comfort and peace of mind. He noticed and appreciated how you never pushed him to open up about personal information or his face. When you saw him get uncomfortable with a question you’d always say something like, “sorry Ghost, if you ever want to tell me on your own time, I’m here.” And a smile on your face as you looked up at him.

The tall man truly believed he just saw you as a friend, and sure he would still be set on murder if he heard anyone else from the 141 screaming in pain. But this anger? The anger he felt in this moment? He felt catatonic, like he was paralyzed in fury.

He needed to be there, he needed to make you safe. He needed to see you smile up at him. To feel you in his arms. To feel you on his skin. To feel you on his lips.

He looked all around the room he was in, seeing the mask the Russians tore off his face sitting on the floor.

Those men also needed to die for seeing his face, no one could live with that knowledge unless he let them.

Those slimy men did not have said privilege.

Ghost groaned and realized there was no way to get out except brute force, after all, Ghost is an absolute unit of pure unfiltered strength and vengeance.

He began to breath hard through his nose, gritting his teeth as he clenched his jaw hard, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he began to try and break the ropes. The veins in his arms, chest and head began to pop, his face turning red from the amount of strain he was enduring.

The heavy exhales of his nose began to be accompanied by a continued pained groan that left his throat, squeezing his eyes closed.

He had to get out. He had to help you. He had to kill. He had to-

Snap.

He felt the rope on his left wrist become a little lose, looking down he noticed he could wiggle his wrist out slightly. He then focused all of his strength and finally freed his left arm. He quickly stretched it, noticing a few marks here and there.

He untied the rest of the rope, standing up and stretching, a popping sound coming from his back.

Ghost leaned down, letting out a soft pained exhale as he picked up his mask and put it back on. He walked up to the door and it immediately opened.

“Bloody fuckin’ idiots.” He said to himself, his eyes darting down a bleak hallway, the tiles and concrete as bleak as the room he was in. He heard another scream, your scream, you sounded tired as your voice was hoarse, but a loud “fuck you!” still reverberated.

Good. You still had some fight.

As Ghost sped walked down the hallway, he saw a plethora of weapons resting on the walls on either side of him. Doors just like his all along the corridor, assuming this is where they take their prisoners, the weapons on the wall their methods of torture.

There was no time to be picky, he grabbed a crowbar and stormed down till he came to a closed door, your screams on the other side. He quietly opened the door, his eyes first fixating on you, his heart breaking, his mind swirling, his grip on the crowbar hardening.

There was blood, dry and new all over your nose, mouth and dripping from your head. A slightly swollen eye he was sure would get much worse with time, yellow and green on your cheekbone while slight hints of blue and purple already started forming on your eyelid.

Your green undershirt was soaked in water and blood, your wrists red and raw from the rope, your hair sticking to your head and neck from a mix of water and sweat.

The three Russians turned as they heard the door open, not saying a word.

You took the dignity to break the silence.

“Told ya.”

König begging for reader, basically a continuation of the fic you wrote of him eating reader out pls

König NSFW Blurb continuation

Hi loves! Thank you so much anon for your request! You guys absolutely loved the original post, so I hope I don’t disappoint

CW: sexual situation, König being desperate for you, overstimulation, begging, degradation, cum inside (wrap before you tap!), König is a switch, reader is a switch, dom König, choking, (I hope I could describe the positions good enough), aftercare!! For both you and König, reader being written with AFAB body in mind, but gender neutral pronouns used

MINORS DNI

(The gif is def König under the mask)

“I need one more mein Engel (my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?” (Mouse).” König continued to finger your hole, standing up more, his grip on your legs then causing you to slowly be almost held upside down, as much as you whined and shook, his grip kept you right where he wanted you to be. From your position, you could feel his hard on against your back, finding it unfair in your pleasure drunk mind that he still had his pants on. As you felt your orgasm slowly approach, you moved slowly to the side, feeling blood rush to your head from being held almost upside down. With some new wiggle room from moving to the side, you moved your arm behind yourself more comfortably and rubbed his shaft over his pants.

You could not only hear, but could physically feel him shudder from your touch, the new found pleasure making the tall man feel more need to have you. Soon your went from rubbing over his pants, to sliding your hands and moving his pants and boxers out of the way, with a little of König’s help. In the middle of jerking König off, your orgasm came and rocked you off your rhythm, feeling white hot pleasure.

König gently placed you down on the bed, rubbing your abdomen tenderly. “How..how are you? Love?” He asked, placing kisses all over the lower half of your body. You let out a deep sigh, feeling like you hadn’t taken a proper breath in a while. You lifted your hands, placing them on the side of König’s head and coaxed him closer to your own. Your eyes were blown out with lust, mouth agape and still panting, dried tears staining your red and puffy cheeks. “Give me more, love? Can you? For me?” You asked. Your gentle tone was sweet to König, but your request went straight to his dick.

He placed a loving kiss on your lips, looking down at you with such love and admiration in his eyes. “Anything..anything for meine kleine maus (my little mouse).” He then started to place gentle kisses all over your face and jaw, then taking his attention between your legs again. He kneeled down, his thighs between your own to keep them separated, he then grabbed your hips and pulled them towards himself. He rubbed gentle circles on your hips, getting lost in his thoughts.

You noticed he was only rubbing your hips, which made you look up and ask if he was ok. König snapped out of his thoughts and apologized, “Es tut mir leid (I’m sorry) my love..” he paused for a moment, a blush creeping up on his face. “You just look..so divine right now.” He looked away bashfully, before he took a more sturdy grip on both your hips, slowly inserting himself into you.

He leaned back down, his nose brushing against yours and you both let out a content sigh. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed kisses all over his jaw, biting and nipping at his neck. Your hungry assault on his neck made König’s hips stutter, he was trying to be gentle and loving with you, but, “careful love..I’m trying to be gentle..please?” You chuckle mischievously, whispering in his ear, “love it when you beg handsome.”

König’s pace quickly picked up, his grunting and heavy breathing tickling your ear, your lips all over his face and neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist soon after, your moans picking up also as you both got lost in pleasure. König lifted himself up and away from your face, his forearms on either side of your face. “Can I? Please? I need..schieße..need to..please? Need you bad..need you now..so good.” You knew was he was asking, König always preferred to cum inside you. It didn’t matter if you could or couldn’t get pregnant, that’s not why he did it. He did it because he loved to feel you spasm around him, to watch it leak out of you just so he could push it back in. It was something that pleases the secret possessive side of him that he hides. You knew you could get more of his sweet begs out of him, and you definitely felt a little mean today.

You placed your hand on his abdomen, and he immediately obeyed and stopped pounding into you. He let out a very shaky breath, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down at you with needy eyes. “If you need it that bad,” you started, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip, making him look like he was actually pouting, “you can beg better than that.” König looked up at the ceiling, sweat dripping down his chest, he then looked back down at you, one of his hands threatening to wrap around your throat from how close he was, and how frustrated he is.

“Please darling..I..Ich k..komme gleich.. (I’m about to come), fuck I can’t..” you could see he was losing it, his hips kept stuttering, you could appreciate how loyal he was to following your needs and wants, but he could only take so much before he cracked. “I..I can’t..m’ sorry..m’ so sorry. Want to..Want to please you, I do. B..But..” König leaned down, you could tell there was a sudden shift in his demeanor when he placed his lips right next to your ear, “If you want me that bad, you’ll have to beg me to slow down..Schlampe.” (Slut.)

You were then taken by surprise as his right hand came and placed itself on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your brain fuzzy, but you welcomed every part of König’s new mood. He was probably just so desperate to cum he felt he needed to take control, and both you and him still enjoyed this just as much. König looked down and where you two connected, feeling his orgasm getting closer as yours did at well. He placed his other hand on your most sensitive area between your legs and rubbed just enough to rip an orgasm right out of you.

“Halt Still.” (Hold still) He demanded, gripping your throat tighter, his thrusts inside of you fast and deep, you were sure there was going to be bruises on your inner thighs and his pelvis the way he was pounding into you. You were left limp but stiff underneath him, at this point being used as his own personal toy, his own cumdump. “Das maschst du gut.” (You’re doing well.) He praised, his hand on your throat then traveling up and gripping either side of your face, making your lips pucker. König sank down and kissed you once again, with just as much love but a little more passion.

The man let out a very guttural moan and leaned away from your mouth, now wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling his face in your neck, he was so deeply enamored in pleasure that he could not think in English, there was so much he wanted to say in that moment, how good you felt, how much he loved you, how he actually liked holding your neck in his hands, but he himself was getting extremely pleasure drunk as he used your hole for his own pleasure.

“Ich will in dir kommen.” (I want to come inside you) “P..P..Please?” You knew what he was asking, few times he’s gotten this lost, but you could piece it together. Too tired to speak, you nodded at him. Immediately his thrusts got sloppy, quick but with no rhythm. “Ich..Ich komme…mein Liebe (I’m..I’m cumming…my love) ..oh!-“ His hips stopped snapping against you as a breathless gasp escaped him, his load filling you to the brim, you could feel some leak out of your hole and onto your inner thighs.

König thrusted a few more times, much more gently before he finally stilled, collapsing on top of you for a minute before he got up again. The tall man looked down at you exhausted, rubbing your cheek and placing a kiss on your forehead. He then sat up and took himself out of you, his eyes widening as he saw your inner thighs, angry love bites dancing along your skin, along with your entire inner thighs also being red from his thrusting.

Without another word, he put his boxers back on, rushing into the bathroom and coming back with a warm semi wet wash cloth, with a cold one as well. He placed the cold wash cloth onto your forehead since you looked so hot and sweaty. He took care of the mess he made in between your thighs. Once he was context, he placed the warm cloth in the dirty clothes before he came back to your side on the bed.

König gently picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom so you could use the bathroom. (Pee after sex guys!) Once you were done, he took you back to the bedroom, placing you back on the bed as he finally spoke. “I’m..I’m so sorry for being rough mein Liebe. (My love) Did I hurt you? Are you..oh gott..are..are you upset at me?” He asked, going into his closet and coming back with a clean pear of cotton underwear and one of his shirts. He learned that after you two make love, you find it more comfortable to wear his clothes as it’s easier to breathe and regulate your temperature in them; also it smelled like him so win win.

“Oh no love, of course I’m not upset at you! Come here handsome,” you motioned for him to come to the bed, as he sat you pushed him down onto the pillows where you once were, you laid your head on his shoulder, one of your hands going into his hair. “I’d never be upset at you, plus I like it when you take the lead sometimes.” You confessed with a chuckle, making König look away in embarrassment again. “Seeing you feel good makes me feel good pretty boy,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I..I like seeing you feel good too,” he murmured, “makes me feel good..t..too.”

König sat up and held you, mumbling about how pretty he thinks you are, and how much he loves you. “Do anything for you pretty..anything for mein kleiner Engel…(my little angel)love you..love you so much.”

Hi so I wrote this while super tired, so if there are errors I’ll probably fix them in a few hours- hope you König fiends had your fix- my requests are open!

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

Coz of that polyam ghost x reader x könig headcanons this meme is all i could think of

100% accurate