Howzer, My Beloved 😍🥰

NSFW. MINORS DNI

CW: unprotected sex, slight coercion but not really?

. . . poor Virgin!Konig who’d never given condoms much thought, I mean they just go unprotected in most of the porn he watches so it’s never really been something he paid any mind to.

When the day comes that you guys finally decide to fuck he only has one in his wallet, because who would need any more than that? When he uses his hand he’s satisfied with just cumming once and getting it over with. He doesn’t anticipate the way his cock twitches back to life almost immediately after pulling the rubber off, you just look so perfect laying there, body covered in a layer of sweat and an assortment of hickies and bruises from his grip because even though he really meant to be gentle, to take things slow he just got excited.

He almost wants to cry out of pure frustration when he remembers he didn’t bring any more protection, but he’s only getting needier each second he stands there contemplating what to do… surely you won’t mind as long as he pulls out, right? He promises he will as he ruts his cock against your slick pussy, desperate to be back inside of you already, and why wouldn’t you concede when he’s whining like that?

Unfortunately, spoiling him like that is such a poor decision. The way he can feel every little ridge and how soft your cunt feels as it squeezes around him like this, it’s all too much, his grip is iron on your hips as he fucks into you with sloppy and desperate thrusts. He keeps his promise and pulls out but the next couple of times you guys have sex he never has any condoms on him, always “forgetting” to bring some with him until you eventually just stop asking about them at all, because why would he use them when fucking you feels so much better when he doesn’t?

A/N : probably not that great since I wrote this at like 3am but I read roxy-writes Virgin Konig post and could not get the idea of him getting wanting a second round no matter the risk out of my head ><

his signature stance

Okay, I'll do just that

Y/n: my boyfriend’s too tall for me to kiss on the lips, what should I do?

Soap: punch him in the stomach, then when he leans over in pain, kiss him

Ghost: tackle him

Gaz: dump him

Horangi: kick him in the shin

König: …just ask me to bend down!

Hello there!

I'm KittyKatVonQueef, author of shamelessly self-indulgent smutty fluffy goodness based on whatever my current hyperfixation is! Currently riding the Ghost/141 train; a long-form original fic is in the works which will be posted on AO3, but drabbles and snippets will make their way here for you to enjoy.

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You Flinched (141 x gn!Reader)

You're Sure About This? (Ghost x fem!Reader) **NSFW**

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Anhedonia {Smut, hurt/comfort, 18+}

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader | You would lick that blade clean if he asked gently, but he's not gentle. You'd flatten your tongue on his thighs too, if he asked nicely, if there was a chance he might pet your hair while you do it – but Ghost doesn't take pets. He only has soldiers. Subordinates.

Part 1 (5.5 k) | Part 2 (4.4 k)

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Ghost stories {Smut, angst, Ghost POV, 18+}

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x FMedic!Reader | It's only work that awaits him. From dawn till dusk, with hungry arms and a cold, dead cunt.

Refugee (6.5 k) | Lazarus (5.7 k) | Immortal (WIP)

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Man-sized {Romance, flangst, smut, 18+}

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!OC | Not only did he contact her, he sent her a picture of himself looking like… like war. The tired eyes stared at her from inside what looked like the top of a human skull attached to a black balaclava. He wasn't a foot soldier, or a mercenary, he wasn't even working for the UK version of a SWAT team. He was something else.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Love is a Heavy Weapon (sequel to Man-sized on Ao3)

On Sarah & Simon's wedding

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Drabbles [18+ only]

Ghost x Virgin!Reader (2.9 k) This is not a Drill (2.2 k, size difference) Wildflowers Grow in Ruins (5 k, Reader tries to break up with Ghost) Couldn't Love You More (3.7 k, breeding kink)

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“keep these legs closed tight, baby,” simon whispers, helping you push your weak legs together.

his cock impales you with ease, your gummy walls sucking him in to your hot, wet pussy. he shudders as he pushes deeper, his tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. your fat cheeks squish against his pelvis with each thrust, the smack of your skin echoing throughout the room.

your face is pressed into your pillow, a small wet stain in the cotton fabric from your tears of pleasure. his lips graze your ear, nippling on your lobe, your focus bouncing between your quickly approaching orgasm and the way his stomach feels pressing into your lower back, filling the curve with his chub.

"y'r so fucking wet, lovie. keep slippin' right out," simon breathes against your ear, hand reaching down between your bodies to grab his cock, thrusting against your puckered hole, his fat tip threatening to slide right in. he notices the way you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets, hips lifting slightly to allow him access to you. huffing a laugh, he slowly pushes into your pussy, groaning as each groove suffocates his cock in pure ecstasy.

“you want it, huh?” he asks, voice ragged, pushing himself up just enough that he can rest on his knees. his huge hands grip your cheeks, pulling them apart to expose you entirely. he gathers some spit in his mouth before dropping it onto your hole, rubbing it in circles with his thumb.

your body twists with an intense cry, shocked by the sudden new sensation, “mmph, si! that feels so good.”

he had never touched you like this before and it felt so fucking good. his cock bullying its way into you, his body weight pushing you deeper into the mattress. your mind spins, attempting to focus but its blank, your thoughts swirling with simon’s thumb as he teases your little asshole.

“gonna cum-“ you whine, so overwhelmed you feel dizzy. there’s sweat covering every inch of your body, the soft sheets sticking to your skin. simon pushes deeper, his tip ramming against the spongey patch in your walls, nearly fucking you into oblivion. he’s mumbling jumbles of nothing to you, or maybe it makes sense but you can’t even think when you’re gripping him so tight, orgasm washing over you like a wave.

“mm- fuuuck! s’ fucking tight-“ simon moans, following closely behind. your walls are so puffy, swollen with arousal and from the abuse his cock had been putting you through for the last 20 minutes, so drenched in your own wetness and cum that it’s seeping out into your inner thighs.

he’s pussydrunk, so fucking close to coming but an idea pops in his mind, withdrawing from you slowly. the sudden emptiness makes you whimper, only wanting to be filled up by his cum.

“how bout i fuck this pretty little ass, huh, baby?” simon asks, his tip nudging against your puckered hole, glistening at him, ready to be fucked.

“wait-“

“shh…” he hushes you, “i’ll make it feel good, promise.”

why so 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Simon Says. (Ghost X Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, this is kinda short, Smut, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (m&f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, Minors DNI -_-

Summary: After reader harasses Ghost enough, he decides to play you at your own game.

Since you joined the Task Force, everyone noticed how playful and fun you were. You reminded them a lot of Johnny. Some even referred to you as a younger- female version of Soap. The both of you got along real well. Poor Ghost was getting harassed in so many ways, and it had been ramped up.

Especially when you found out his real name was Simon. You tortured him nonstop. Anytime he led missions and gave any orders you’d always make jokes.

“Oh, Simon says we take the building on the left, let’s go.”

“You have to say Simon says first or we won’t go.”

“He’s Simon, anything he says goes.”

You always cracked little jokes like that. Usually you got an eye roll in return. You never really thought much would come of it. You thought if he didn’t like it, he’d pull you aside and complain, but that never happened. He took your harassment and gave you little in return. Until one night.

You made your way back to your room, skin warm and red from the shower you’d just had. You’d forgotten a towel which meant your hair was soaked and your clothes were damp. You were frustrated and all you needed to do was get back to your room. You flinched a little as you felt water dripping down your back from your soaked hair. You opened up your door, stepping inside and closing the door behind yourself before flicking the light on. You don’t notice him at first. Your bed was up against the wall in the center of the room, toward the foot of your bed was a desk with a small wooden chair a few feet away. You didn’t see him, but Simon was sitting there. You looked around for a towel to ring your hair out with, a gasp leaving your lips when you finally see him. “Jesus Ghost.” You rest your hand over your chest. “How long have you been sitting there?” He shrugs. Avoiding your question completely.

What you didn’t know, is that Ghost had overheard a few of the other girls on base talking about you, how you had a crush on him.

“You said since my names’ Simon, anything I say goes right?” He asks. “Uh..” you creep toward the foot of your bed, sitting on the edge of it. A few feet away from him. “I.. I guess so? It’s just a joke.” You say nervously. He’s leaning back, leg propped up over the other as he plays with his gloves. His eyes are watching them, only looking up at you when he starts again. “Let’s play Simon says than, shall we?” You look at him confused as he slides his foot off of the other, crossing his arms and leaning back into the chair completely. “I.. I don’t think I understand-“ you go to stand up.

“Sit down.”

You obey him, keeping sat down.

“Good girl.” He smiles. “Learning quickly yeah?” He nods.

“Take your shirt off.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“Simon says, sweet girl. Take it off.”

“Are you serious?”

A deep chuckle leaves his lips. “Deadly.”

You swallow hard. Reaching down for the hem of your damp shirt, pulling it up and over your head. He takes a deep breath, the sound of his breaths getting more and more ragged. “Now take your shorts off.”

You hesitate for a second, his eyes burning into yours. You like Simon sure, but never thought anything like this would ever happen, you had to be dreaming right? You slip them down your thighs. You had no undergarments on, you had literally just left the shower. You now sat completely naked in front of him. “Ring your hair out.” He starts to tap his foot. You grasp your hair together in one hand, squeezing it, moving your enclosed fingers down. Drips of water coating your shoulders and chest. A growl leaves his lips as he watches the water spill down your body. Shivers going up your spine and your nipples harden from the chills arising on your skin. “Stand up.” You obey him. Standing up. “Cmere.” His voice is so deep, so sexy. You take in a jagged breath, taking slow steps toward him. You stop right in front of him, and he reaches forward, pulling you closer into him by the back of your thigh. He leans forward. Taking a deep breath in.

He looks up at you, eyes dark with lust. “Get on your knees.” He breathes.

You drop to your knees quickly. He leans back in the chair, watching you for a second. His gloved hand glides across your shoulder, over your collar bone and up your throat, lifting your chin to look up at him. His voice is low and deep when he speaks again, almost a whisper. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, yeah?” He breathes. You nod your head. “Yes sir.”

His cock jumps in his cargo pants at the nickname you’ve given him. He’s heard it before, but obviously not like this. He reaches down, unbuckling his belt. He’s moving slow, admiring the way that you watch him so intently. Simon would stop if you were uncomfortable, but the way you’re looking at him. He can tell he has nothing to worry about. You scoot closer as Simon slides his thick cock through the zipper of his pants, “Suck my cock.” He breathes. You raise yourself up slightly, hands resting on his thick thighs as you grasp the base of his cock, he watches you intently, the way you lick a stripe up the base, swirling your tongue over the tip of his cock. “Oh fuck..” he breathes, sliding down further in the chair. You take him further down, hallowing your cheeks and started to suck harder, his eyes widening. You’re bobbing your head up and down with your movements, hand pumping the parts of his fat cock that you can’t fit in your mouth. The way your hair moves. Lips swelling with the friction, the absolutely filthy and lewd sounds coming from your lips. It’s thrown him for a curveball, Simon hasn’t been with a woman in years. He’s realizing it now. He slides his glove off, reaching down and gathering a handful of your hair up, guiding you down his cock.

He tilts his head back and you take the advantage, looking up at him. His mask raises just a little bit and when he swallows you can see his adams apple bobbing. He’s panting hard, clutching your hair tightly, earning a whimper from your lips. The vibrations from your mouth has him bucking his hips into you. “F-fuck- so good-“ he gasps, his thighs starting to shake a little under your grasp. He releases his grasp on your damp hair, clutching the chair tightly. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and your eyes start to water. He looks back down at you, finally staring right directly into your eyes. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes and Simon has to fight off the urge to bust right there. “Stop.” He pushes you back. He stands up, helping you up from the floor. He lifts you up, laying you back on your bed and moving himself above you. He’s staring down at you, and your eyes widen slightly as he grasps the bottom of his mask, pulling it up and over his face. Revealing himself to you. You were looking at Simon, all of him. “You okay?” He asks, looking down at you. You swipe your tongue over your bottom lip, heart racing in your chest. You nod your head. Your nerves are shot and he can tell. “Have you done this before?” He asks. You nod your head. “You seem nervous.” He chuckles. “It’s been a while-“ you take in a shaky breath. “Just try to relax for me. M’not gonna hurt ya.” He breathes. He tugs his sweater over his head, his shirt following with it. He unbuttons his pants, they’re sitting low on his waist already. You glance down, following the v on his fit body down to his fat cock, something you’re not used to. He moves himself lower on the bed, moving himself between your legs. He pushes your legs apart further, grasping you by your thighs and pulling you down until you’re laying on your back. You’re stiff and he can read you easily. He knows you’ll get used to him though. He’s not worried.

He takes hold of your thighs so that you can’t squirm away from him. He can tell you’ve probably never been gone down on, and if you had it wasn’t any good. He knows once he starts you’ll get sensitive and try to move away. His grip on your thighs will prevent it. He looks you dead in the eyes as he glides his tongue over your clit for the first time, you visibly melt into him, tilting your head back with a gasp and reaching to clutch at the sheets. His tongue glides between your folds and you fall apart right there. Tongue moving through your folds like a warm knife gliding through butter. You clamp your hand down over your mouth and Simon knows, it’s a shame he won’t get to hear your cries. But that’s something for another time. He glides his tongue over your clit, lapping at it and sucking it between his lips until you’re swollen and sensitive. Squirming as you’re right on the edge. You’ve never cum like this and as desperate as you are, you don’t know if you can stay quiet. He pulls away and your body relaxes. “Hands and knees sweetheart.” He mumbles. You obey him immediately, which is good.

Because this is still Simon says.

He moves himself up slightly, gliding his hand over your back, pushing down on your middle so that you arch your back for him. Feeling his hands glide down your hips until they’re resting right on your ass, spreading them so that he can get a good look at you. He lowers himself and once you feel his tongue at your hole, you jump forward. The sensation is completely unfamiliar and he tries to hold you still, you’re realizing pretty quickly that Simon has no limit. He’s doing this casually. You’re clutching at the sheets tightly, burying your face into them which was the goal. To muffle your moans. He rubs circles over your clit as he swirls his tongue over your ass, sliding a couple fingers into your pussy. You realize quickly you’ve never been so stimulated. Your orgasm is approaching pathetically fast as he works you up to it, fingers brushing over your walls, moving through you perfectly, tongue lapping at your hole. You cry into the sheets, thighs shaking violently as you reach your first orgasm. He works you through it until you’re overstimulated and shying away from his touch. He pulls away from you, wiping his saliva from around his mouth. He moves up, and you feel his cock prodding at your entrance. You’re nervous for how thick he is, but your haze from your first orgasm keeps the nerves at bay for now.

You feel the tip of his cock pushing past your folds, and his eyes widen as you swallow him up, feeling tight just around the tip. You can feel every inch of his cock as he sinks himself into your hole, a slight burn from him stretching your walls further than they ever have before. You’re biting the sheets to stay quiet and he’s smirking down at you. When his hips are flush with yours and he can hear you sobbing from the shear size of him stretching you open. Splitting you open on his cock, he leans over you. Mouth right next to your ear. His voice is low, deep and scratchy. “I want you to remember this. The way you feel on my cock whenever you want to make your little jokes about Simon says.” He breathes, drawing his hips back and thrusting back into you hard. You cry into the sheets and he chuckles again. “Simon says take his cock like a good fucking slut.” His deep laugh is taunting as he starts in. He’s rough, showing you no mercy as he fucks his cock into you as deep as it’ll fit. You’re crying into the sheets, overstimulated and overwhelmed. You can barely take the brooding man, how on earth he’s going so deep is beyond you. He grasps a handful of your hair, pulling you back into him until your back is flush with his chest. Your skin is cold from your damp hair. A different contrast to his heated and sweaty chest. He rests his hand around your throat, tilting your head back to kiss him.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, keeping up.” He groans. He’s got a death grip on your hips, there will for sure be fingertip sized bruises there the next day. You can’t even form coherent thoughts as he pounds himself into you, and it’s even worse when he lowers a hand to rub at your sensitive nub. Your eyes roll back, screwing shut. You can feel another orgasm building, his cock brushing right up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. “I heard your little friends talking about how you had a crush on me.” He pants. His own high is approaching quickly. Your cheeks are turning red. “Guess it worked out huh?” He smirks. He’s trying to distract himself, he doesn’t want to cum first. “Simon-“ you mewl. “Rub your clit.” He breathes. You listen to him again, rubbing quick circles over it. He grasps your hips, taking skilled and quick thrusts into you. Keeping the same pace. You moan into the pillow as you reach another high and he fucks you right through it. This one is more intense than the last, your vision going white. Simon groans out as he reaches his own high. Cock twitching hard with each spurt of his cum that he releases deep inside of you, not even bothering with the consequences. He lowers himself into you, resting his forehead against the middle of your back. He’s panting hard, worn out and completely fucked out.

“You did so good for me.” he breathes. You can’t help as your cheeks turn red. A gasp leaves your lips when he slides out of you. He groans out, seeing his filth spill back out of your hole could easily get him hard again. He helps you off of the bed, helping you clean up and get redressed. Once you finish, he’s waiting patiently in the chair at your desk for you. “Come here.” He breathes. You walk toward him, and he pulls you into him, looking up at you again. “You’re a good girl you know that?” He breathes, earning a smile from you. “Hey, Simon says right?” You smile, leaning down to kiss him.

“Yeah. Simon says.”