Ghost’s New Neighbour

soap is the kind of guy to come back from deployment with two bullet wounds and his arm in a cast and just shrug it off like achhh it’s nothing serious hen. but when he gets the stomach flu he’s literally on deaths door whining and complaining pestering bird about her taking too long to cook him his chicken noodle soup. also she should really check his temperature again he’s still burning up :(

Simon Riley is a stubborn bastard

Always has been

Likely always will be

His parents told him so

His teachers told him so

His commanding officers told him so

Whether it’s how he prefers to take his teas or how he listens to no one but himself, there is no doubt that Simon Riley is a stubborn bastard, if not the most stubborn person he knows, with a long list of references to confirm it

That is, until he meets his match

Until he meets you

A firecracker housed in the body of a woman nearly an entire foot shorter than him, you were reaching new heights of strong headedness that would have left any other man reeling, but he wasn’t any man

Your unshakable determination and his relentless tenacity landed the two of you in more spitting matches over the next few months than a boys locker room, often ending up chest to chest and toe to toe as two unmovable forces collided

You clearly had no qualms about the differences in stature as you never failed to step up to the man who soon was finding any reason to pick fights with you, if it meant you ended up close enough for him to smell the adrenaline radiating off of you, to see the smaller details in your irises as they flamed with untamed passion

Like they say, it takes two to tango, but eventually someone’s toes are bound to get stepped on

It takes over half an hour after the debrief for you to convince the behemoth of a man to grow a pair, roll up his shirt and let you see his injury already, the both of you practically fuming but the time you get your hands on his pale flesh, pointedly choosing to ignore his slowly dwindling protests as you clean and dress his wound

As stubborn of a bastard as he is, as the minutes tick by and you remain in his orbit, he can’t help how his gaze softens the longer your soft fingers are poking and prodding at touch starved skin no one else has even seen in years, can’t help how his breath catches as he watches his favourite spitfire take care of him with a gentleness he never knew she possessed before

He’s thankful for the mask hiding his reddened cheeks every time you lock eyes with him, your gaze checking in on him in a way your words would never dare to

He’s almost starting to wonder if he’s been too harsh with you, if he should be more lenient, but then you go and open your mouth and say-

“You like me.”

“Fat fuckin’ chance.” He’s grumbling all too quickly, eyes now looking anywhere but at you or your hands on his abdomen that are so close to inching towards his-

“You definitely like me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“There a fuckin’ gas leak in ‘ere? Lucky I even bloody tolerate y-”

“Okay.” You cut him off, snapping your first aid kit shut and coming to stand, forcing him to meet your gaze head on. “I’ll just go get Johnny then. He can help you finish up wit-”

“Sit down.” He manages to grind out through clenched teeth, hands reaching out to pull you back in your seat, if not a little closer than you were before

“Thought so.”

Two of, if not the two most stubborn people they’ve ever met, the rest of the 141 are already placing bets as to when the wedding will be, Soap willing to put a 20 down betting that you’re both too bullheaded to be the first to say I love you until you’re at the altar

i wanna suck his dick so bad

he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

I want to eat him but not in a vore way

extremely late-in-the-day daily König sketch😔💤I’m so sleepy

(part of the Wife at First Sight series)

In Ghost’s eyes, the first time you smiled up at him was the moment you became his and his alone.

So what if everyone apart from you knew it?

Didn’t make it any less of a fact, as far as he was concerned.

Still though, he wanted to learn more about just who his pretty little wife was, including anything that might make letting you know about your marriage a little easier. And so like the good soldier he is, he goes about it as though it were a reconnaissance mission.

He asks you how you take your coffees and teas, holding his breath as he watches you take the first sip of whichever drink he’s made you that day, pride swelling in his chest when you tell him it’s perfect, even better than when you make it.

The first time he’d done so, your eyes widened in surprise when he put his large, gloved hands over yours where they were wrapped around the mug, leaning forward and bringing the rim to his lips where he took a sip for himself, eyes locked with yours. You were unsure of what to think or say, but he apparently decided for you that this was okay, returning the warm drink to your mouth where he encouraged you to take another sip.

You figured that it was alright, he did make the tea for you after all, right?

You even laughed when he started only serving you in a mug with ‘Mrs.’ printed across the side, certain that it hadn’t been in any of the common room’s cupboards before.

He eyes the book peeking out of your bag one morning as you tuck it away, purchasing his own copy the very same day, curious to know what you like reading. You’re pleasantly surprised, if not a tad confused, when you find the next two books in the trilogy sat atop your desk soon after, a small note written in chicken scratch lain on top reads ‘To : Wife’. He’ll make a point of commenting on the novel if he sees you holding it, slipping in tid bits of information to impress you show he’s read it as well, likes the same things you like.

He’ll joke about how the food on the dining hall is always subpar, trying to casually find out what you like eating, subtly pulling out his phone and typing anything new into his notes app where he’s been keeping track of all your likes and dislikes. He just wants to get things right with you, be good for you, prove he can be the husband you need. You’re already perfect in his eyes, his sweet little soulmate who just doesn’t know it yet.

Though this was the first military base you’d ever worked on, you couldn’t recall anyone having ever warned you about the way Lieutenants apparently like to haze the new hires, never mind the fact that everyone else was apparently in on it.

No one bats an eye when you go to take the empty seat next to him in a briefing, and he wraps his strong arms around you to instead plop you down onto his muscular thighs, carrying on with the task at hand as though this is perfectly normal and professional. Even the Captain hardly glances at the interaction, so you figure it’s okay, some strange form of team bonding?

Not a soul comments on the way the Lieutenant insists on being the one to cut up your food and feed you bites during meals in the dining hall, pretending as though they don’t hear him telling you about how “my wife works hard enough, don’t need to be liftin’ a finger wit’ me around, love.”

They know to move out of the way if you’re approaching a closed door, knowing if the Lieutenant is anywhere near, he’ll be rushing to open the door for you before you can even attempt to do it yourself.

Even Soap has stopped complaining aloud and only rolls his eyes when Ghost drops anything and everything he’s doing- whether it’s spotting the Sergeant in the gym, being out on a morning run, hell even being in the middle of a shower- to send you a good morning text at six o clock on the dot. Every. Single. Morning.

No, you never exactly anticipated this sort of a running gag from a hardened military base, but you’re not exactly complaining either.

Not when you find your heart fluttering every time your fake work husband dotes on you like he really would marry you at the drop of a hat.

Besides, it’s all just playful, innocent fun, right?

Especially when everyone begins to apparently forget your name and instead refers to you only as Mrs Riley.

And when the Captain tells you that your requested time off for a honeymoon has been approved, something which you definitely don’t remember requesting, well that’s all just fun too, right?

soap x reader —> ghoap x reader content: (consensual) cuckolding, size kink, gn!reader

When you start dating John it takes no time for you to fall into bed with him. He’s military, life is short, he would have waited but good god he looked so good that night, rain soaked him as he grinned like a mad lad. And a relationship with John is easy, he’s chill, likes to see the lads, even brought you around to meet Simon.

You’d thought the other man hadn’t liked you, barely talking to you the whole night to the point you felt suffocated with disapproval. Until you’re all getting up to leave. He places his big mitt on the top of your head and you can tell from the way the corner of his eyes crinkle that he’s smiling behind the black disposable mask he hadn’t taken off, simply pushed up to drink his pint. 

“Picked a good’un, Johnny,” his deep voice feels like it vibrates through your body.

You’re beaming as he shuffles out, and when you look to joke that you guess he did like you, you notice that John’s neck is turning red, heat rising up through his shoulders and to his face as he looks down at you with pure lust. 

You don’t make it home, pants shucked down in the backseat of the car as he fucks you like a dog, panting heavily into your ear while he calls you his good pup, coos how happy he is, that he loves ya.

You don’t think much of it, happy to have gotten fucked so thoroughly.

Then he starts getting a little funny, the porn he’ll put on starts being threesomes, toys are gradually getting bigger, he buys more lube. 

Again you don’t think too much of it. If he wants a threesome, surely he’ll say something. 

It’s after almost a week of cuck porn that he asks if you’ll let Simon fuck you. Please, for him, for his birthday. You worry that it’ll be awkward for him, but… but that approval Simon had given you had turned you on. 

So you agree. 

For his birthday.

It’s a whole day affair. Simon shows up in the morning, passing John a small box and tells him to open it. 

The cock cage is cute, pink. On Simon’s orders, he has you putting it on your boyfriend before he has you on your knees, taking him as far down your throat as you can as Johnny watches. 

Simon calls you a good puppy, praises your abilities, dark eyes never looking away from yours even as you start tearing up as you try to take him even further, pushing past your gag reflex.

Then his thick fingers open you.

He has you sit on his cock on the sofa, whining the whole time as you’re faced with John, face, neck, and chest ruddy as he watches the whole thing. He asks Simon how you feel, and the blonde doesn’t hold back. He tells him how warm and snug you are, how he can tell Johnny’s been working you open for him. How he’s the only person who’s ever gonna be allowed to fuck your holes now.

You watch John’s milky cum spurt out of his cage.

The next morning, Simon’s still there, lounging as he drinks milk straight from the jug.

Congrats on your new boyfriend. 

Don’t worry, Johnny’s still there. It’s just that Simon is too now.

Cann, we get more chubby!reader x artist!könig please 🙏

I might write some drabbles before the part 2 is up, what would you like to see? Don't be shy!

I youst read thr cow!hybrid reader x bull!hybrid Ghost, and a lown form of it woud be realy nice, you can ignore this if your not comfortable writing about this xx

sorry but what is a lown form...........

❤︎~Loverboy riley~❤︎

A true gentleman who puts your flowers in a vase as he holds down your little frame underneath his, pinning you down on the soft mattress.

Making your legs tremble and eyes water as he quickens his pace as if he's in a race to make you finish.

A loverboy at heart, making you see stars under the sun as you slowly unravel because of his touch

Your loverboy Riley who makes sure his cum stays inside your sweet cunt so you can finally make use of your big house