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gentle!könig, f!reader, overstim!, smut w no pen!, based off this artwork by keqikeru , barely proofread !!
heavy warm breath tickling your neck and the feeling of a handmade mask falling on your face startles you slightly out of your slumber. a groan sounds in your ear immediately after you wake as könig settles himself behind you. it is a familiar noise that fills your heart with elated joy and your clit with a throbbing ador that would make most sick. soft thighs twitch as the giant man slides the blanket off of you, revealing a body clothed by only a tank-top.
a shiver runs down your body again as the air invades your space, goosebumps attacking your skin as königs eyes tear your body apart. a raging heat lights up in your stomach, your back arching slightly against the naked man. a blush strikes itself across your face as he speaks, a grumbling austrian accent that forces your eyes to snap back without a seconds delay. oh how youve missed that sound while he was at work.
hot liquid pools inbetween your thighs as könig reaches around you, pulling you into him. a heated cock nestles itself inbetween your thighs as he does, precum slicking your skin up just as your wetness is. the view of him in your peripheral vision heats your body up even more, his eyes shining through his mask in amusment at your bodily responses. teeth drag into your bottom lip as your sleepy-horny state turns into one of a pure vital need to be pleased.
"Schatz, wo sind deine Kleider", he banters, fingers drenching themselves between your folds as you attempt to look away. head tilted up and away from his gaze, you wonder how long you can truly withhold from the giant man. you dont excactly want to, but the pleasure that konig brings you is an almost embarrasing amount. ether way, you know youll end up filled and screaming as soon as you give in.
being trapped underneath könig is a bliss that overstimulates you in such a gentle way. the man now pinching your clit softly as you ignore him, his hips rutting against your ass. heavy pants leave your chest in waves as he speeds up his hand, using his palm on your slit as his fingers curl against your insides. just a bit closer and he will find your g-spot- and he does, abusing it as you tear up underneath him. overstimulation is an understatment to what he is putting your body through, but you wont complain.
it isnt long before youre coming undone beneath him, squeals of pleasures muffled by your face pressing into the pillow- könig guiding you through without a second thought. his cock throbs against you as you lay your head down on the bed, tears streaming down your face as you finally catch your breath. "Schh, mein Schatz, du hast das so gut fĂŒr mich gemacht", he grumbles softly, attempting to ignore his own raging need to focus on your pleasure.
soft kisses laid down your spine from beneath his mask as you shy away, loved but oh so embarrassed to be delved into as he did. what you would give to stay here forever...
the heavier the cock the more it slaps down on your cunt- I wonder how loud of a sound könig or simon slapping themselves against you would be.
even better if they just drop it down, letting you feel how thick they really are. teasing you with it until your clit is throbbing and legs twitching đ€
just listened to 49mins and 45secs of Berserk - Theme of Guts (Cut & Looped for One Hour) !! just to write a fluffy fic of Simon Riley almost 2k words long :')
youre tired- no, youre exhausted. simon has been gone for two months this time, the days passing as if a snail has control of the seconds. during that time you took care of yourself less than you should have, opting to take a shower every other night, then every other-other night, neglecting your hair to the point of it knotting itself into a disastrous situation. food has become something mighty scarce in your stomach, which honestly isnt a huge change from before.
you had always been depressed, reliant on only yourself of course to get you through the sickening greed of that darkness. nothing was something that you were not able to handle, your self-reliance shining brightly as a fluorescent light in a white room. yet, when simon riley stepped into your life, you became the most codependent person on the planet. he had turned you into a mush of reliance and need, your ability to push through that depression by yourself dwindling into pure ash.
now, you sit on the couch, hands tucked between your thighs as your eyes lazily watch the TV in front of you. you arent even sure whats on, nor do you really care, being as though you spend most of your days sleeping anyway and will probably fall back asleep soon. knotted hair falls in front of your face as you shift, nose crinkling as you catch a whiff of yourself. not like youll take any actual actions to take care of that issue though. it isnt as if you dont want to of course, but your body is a brick that has been thrown into water. you cannot get up.
simon has never been gone this long before, of course a week or two at a time but never longer than that. he had warned you, and you thought you understood, but you didnt. you truly didnt until he couldn't contact you anymore until the mission was over, which was a month ago, when your mental health truly spiraled. one moment he had messaged you that he loved you, not shy to put his love on display, the next he had stopped responding completely. panic had truly sunk its fangs into you after that, spitting burning venom into your veins.
part of you truly fears that he might be gone, but the rational part of you understands that he has a job that requires him to make sacrifices. sacrifices that you have decided to take on as well now that you are with simon. but that doesnt stop you from falling into a mental disparity that cannot stop itself from clawing into your tender throat, bringing forth tears that bear no need to fall when around your lover. it is terrifying to potentially lose someone so prominent in your life.
the sound of keys unlocking the door turns your attention away from the blurry television, tired eyes watching as the door creaks open. of course had you been your typical self, youd have jumped to the door within seconds, knowing your lover is the one there. yet you just sit and stare as he walks in, dropping his bag onto the floor with a loud thud. a confused look around from the man you love that ends once his tired gaze fills with you. releif floods you knowing that simon riley is okay, but it is still much overshadowed by your clouded thoughts.
tears well up as you reach out heavy arms, sobs once stuck in your throat now echo around you both as he scoops you up gently. metallic smells fill your nose as you push your face deep into simon, his body shielding you from the outside world- from the dangers of yourself. soft kisses are placed atop your head as the tired man leans back against the couch, his first actual seat in months- but one hed give up now and forever just so you would smile that pretty smile for him.
"fuckin' gutted seein' ya like this love, missed you sum'thin' fierce", deep rumbles leave his chest as he peels off his mask, your head instantly popping up to look at the man infront of you through tearfilled eyes. simon chuckles of course, bright eyes with deep dark eyebags staring down at you with the tenderness of a dove- not a gun. youve never really understood how such a harsh man, one raised by hate and rejection, could be so gentle and kind. it isnt like anything youve ever experienced, nor is it something youll be giving up anytime soon.
"not ev'n a peep outta ya love", simon sighs, disappointment at himself pricking his skin like needles as he stares down at you, a need to take care of you filling up a pit in his stomach. it isnt as though you are truly his responsibility, nor does he see you as one, but if you were one he would take it within a heartbeat. no arguments or stilled responses would fall from his lips- no, only soft blessings and sweet names. you are forever greatful for this fact, even if you speak on it less than you should.
without another word, simon has you fully in his arms, carrying you towards the bathroom, his nose softly on your neck taking in your scent. you cannot help but cringe, pulling away as you are disgustingly aware of how rank your body odor is. simon doesnt seem to care, pulling you closer as he shoves open the bathroom door, taking in one deep sniff before setting you on the toilet. his eyes linger on you for a moment before placing a soft kiss between your brows, his breath settling a familiar feeling of safety in your bones.
although you still sit with an uncomfortable silence, one that drags up the feelings simon spends so much time pushing down. the lost child that is him now finding himself holding your hand as you break apart. he cannot leave you like this again, never again. the next time he comes home he fears you may be in a state that he cannot simply fix. simon riley fears the death of his lover more than the death of his men, a fact he can not hide. yet it isnt as if simon has never been capable of loving someone so, there just hasnt been anyone worthy of such emotions in his life- before you that is.
swirling thoughts and doubts fill your mind, ones that you become stuck on, forcing your brain to shut out everything around you. but not simon riley, never him, youre still keenly aware of his presence, his warmth. there is a an unsettling trust between you two that makes even his comrades a bit out of sorts. one that shows as he stands you up, undressing your body from clothes that havent been changed in days. the clothes are disguarded as he attempts to take the elastic out of your hair as well. your eyes drift to your stomach as he does, a frown appearing as you realized youve lost much more weight than you thought.
simon also notices, a tick in his jaw appearing and disapearing before you even see it. he had spent the better part of his time home attempting to put some weight on you. his realization that your body image is horrifcally distorted from reality had solidified that need for you to eat more as well. sure you arent underweight, but simon riley doesnt even want you close to a 'normal weight'- no he wants you fed and happy. your frown deepens as your eyes catch his pained stare, tears flooding out of your eyes as you cry. knees give out under you, simon catching you just in time before the floor did.
"'tis okay love, let'er out", gentle words and gentle hands set you in the tub, hands still on you as you curl up towards him. warm water sloshes around you, onto the floor, and onto him, but it doesnt phase simon in the slightest. unbeknownst to you, simon riley is setting up a course of action on how to take care of you. listing everything you need from finishing your bath to getting food and water. even planning cleaning up the apartment if he can get you to bed after. everything must be perfect for you, it must be done. if it isnt perfect for you, then it isnt what you need.
the idea of quitting the military itches at him as you grip into his shirt, almost pulling him into the bath as you start to hyperventilate. it isnt your fault, but you blame yourself oh so much for the state you are in. doubt rips out whats left of your sanity, and simon sees this. the military man only has a moment to slip off his pants before he is slipping behind you. soaked underwear and a shirt stick to his skin but simon riley doesnt notice, he is too engrossed on you curling up against his chest. the sight is one that solidifies his louder decisions, ones that he almost certainly knew the answer to.
simon riley will be retiring. he will be staying by your side, loving you, caring for you- making sure that you are okay. this is his final mission, one that he will drag with him into death may he die before you. even if he dies after, he would spend every day tending to your grave, loving you as he did before. yes, he would give up everything for you, and so he will now. you dont know that though, no, all you know is that you are safe. you have someone who will take care of you when you have no will, who will love you when you have no love to give.
you have found simon riley. your soulmate.
a/n this started as a blurb and then I actually fell in love with such a sweet simon who just takes care of you without letting his trauma or fears get in the way !!
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so much fanfiction to be done but im geeked asf and js got railed- 100% ws using the experience for inspo...i understand the term 'hips snaping into you uncontrollably' very well now !! also yeah soooo realistic to be sore after being railed by our lil masked men :3
truly violent!keegan who beats the shit out of you until his fists are sore and breath is run ragged- only to use your blood as lube for his cock. slamming away at your throat as you writhe in agony from the open wounds adorning your body !!
but of course violent!keegan doesnât stop there- no. but instead he fucks the shit out of you, pushing your face into the hard floor as he finishes for the third time in you. your body is beat and bruised but all you can do is lay there and whine through tears as he gets ready for the next round.
For requests do you have any limits we should be aware of?
hello lovely anon !! thank you for my first ever ask and reminding me to make a limits list ! i dont per say have too many hard limits buuut here are some basics of my general limits :3
- nothing too heavily involving minors/children (idm childloss/potential pregnancy!!) this is just for now :D
- faux incest/implied/lowkey even straight up i dont mind
- gore? absolutely !! rip them to shreads, yourself included, give me blood :))
- violent tendencies/abusive behaviors/narcism you name it! right up my alley
- dub-con/cnc absolutely !! non-con into cnc/dub con yes !! non-con just non-con eh maybe
- im not writing any pro-red pill content !! not seriously anyway, ironically? sure.
- mentions of past SA/rape yes, story revolving around it/heavy detailing of said traumatic event no. (eh maybe, depends on how deeply it triggers me lmao)
- ion fw infantilization of anyone to the point of it becoming age play- which reminds me no race or age play! (i mean no age play under 18 otherwise idc- aka Simon pretending to be 21 when heâs really 35 yeah- or you pretending to be older when younger and vice versa.)
i think that about covers the major stuff !! character wise I do usually stick to the same ones but wouldnt mind branching out :D also always feel free to see about other fandoms! ive written for jjk, peoples ocs (typically coms tho), fantasy creatures w multi pps or with huge size differences. if you give a word count i prolly wont stick to it- itll blurb or one shot depending on how i feel abt it :3
Strobe Lights // WC- 4164 // -lustful!konig, one night stand, m!reader, get called slut once. you and konig meet at a bar, hotel here you come
adrenaline rush //wc- 4081 // -insane!konig, jealous!reader, m!reader, knife play, gore-ish. teaming up with konig again only for him to trap you, forcing you into a tight spot
BLURBS //
mutated!konig, f!reader -mutated konig vs naive reader
sub!konig, f!reader -leashed and overstimulated konig
fawning!konig, gn!reader, mutated!reader - youre a fool for trusting him
gentle!könig, f!reader, overstim!, smut w no pen!, based off this artwork by keqikeru , barely proofread !!- trapped between konigs arm and body, let hm please you
êšïž Ghost
ONE-SHOTS //
perverted fantasies // wc-2257 // -obsessed!simon, dubcon/noncon, trans!reader, mtf!reader, mutual stalking. after following his routine, something goes wrong
falling apart //wc- 2787 // -drunk!simon, childloss, alcoholism, f!reader. he made a fatal mistake that almost ruins your lives together fr
depression is the worst friend //wc 1649 //- loving!simon, depressed!reader, gn!reader, mega fluff!! no angst, gore, smut, hinted potential/ideas of suicide/sh, simon takes care of you after being gone for too long, he really does love you.
BLURBS //
hornyasf!ghost/simon, m!reader -simon comes home after a long time away to please their sleeping lover, somophilia, dubcon
gn!reader, sad!simon, gore -angsty love, you fell in love with simon but you shouldnt have
retired!simon, retired!reader, smuuuut, f!reader -a nice dinner with simon turns heated
religious!simon, m!reader -homophobic gay simon leaves you
simon ghost riley, obsessive!reader, angst, gn!reader -if you cant have him, no one can
au!magiccod, ooc!simonghostriley, m!reader, not proof read, worse than draft writing -only your magic is good for simon now, gotta fuck it outta one another
êšïž Keegan
ONE-SHOTS //
BLURBS //
violent!keegan -youve been avoiding keegan, an idiotic idea
violent!keegan -beats you, using the blood as lube
êšïž Horangi
ONE-SHOTS //
daddy issues // wc- 2496 // -older!horangi, age gap, gn!reader fluff. reader misinterprets why horangi is being so nice
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when your writing turns your partner and you on at the same time so you can recreate what you wrote and they read- like yes be the ghost to my y/n and fuck me until I cant walk.
au!magiccod, ooc!simonghostriley, m!reader, not proof read, worse than draft writing.
simon ghost riley has always proclaimed himself as straight- with no exceptions. not even when soap, his best friend of many years, confessed to him, did he budge even the slightest. so of course when simon is told that the only way he can survive now is by fucking the new guy, he doesnt take it very well.
âfuck yaâ mean âure magic is the only one compatible wifâ meâ?
you swallow deeply, taking in a quick breath before attempting to explain yet again what the doctor had told you. that the only way ghost would be able to heal or use magic stably now is if you twoâŠwellâŠfucked. which of course is something you dont per say mind- but thatâs also not something youd tell him of course.
âân you aâvnt been able tuh heal vâry well si-ghostâ, your eyes remain downcast as you finish speaking so that you can not see his haunting eyes. though you can surely feel them hot on you, melting through your clothes and resting on your nerves.
âhuh, intrestinââ, simon huffs, taking a step towards you while flicking his eyes towards the door, slamming it shut.
you flinch, knowing all too well that you might have gotten yourself into a dire situation. one that could potentially cause more trouble than any of this is worth. sure you had eyes on simon since you arrived. sure you had thought about him as you stroked yourself at night, spilling your warm cum into yourself. sure you had wished that it was him you spilled onto.
well, maybe the trouble is worth it.
âân mm guessinâ we both gotta spill âfore my magic fillsâup huh?â, simon rileys words are taunting as he takes steps towards you, the magic radiating off of him is almost suffocating. its a shame for him that he wont be able to use it properly at all without sleeping with you. for you though, that shame is nothing but lust and pleasure.
ây-yesâirâ.
you watch his eyes crinkle under his mask, the reluctance that was once held in his gaze now softened to curiosity. a pit forms in your stomach due to that, the once oh so straight simon riley now giving into gay sex as if he has always wanted to. you arent sure if this is a dream, but you also dont really care.
it only takes a few minutes before simon has bottomed out in you, his hands gripping your hips dangerously hard. simon can not help but fuck into you without restraint. the sound of your moans mixed in with skin slapping together echos around his room, presumably echoing out into the busy corridor as well.
it also doesnt take long for either of you to be on the edge- the man struggling to keep himself together as though he is a virgin. you stretched to the max, your insides throbbing as your cock rubs against his bed. both you and simon spill at the same time, breathless bodies melted together in something that possibly shouldnt exsist.
ââmm magic donâ feel all the way upâ, he chuckles, flipping you over onto your back, âguess mâgonâ fuck you till i feel fullâ.
a horrified face meets a delighted one as he starts again, with you realizing that you really dont know anything anymore. but, you will be getting your fill.
this but homelander so excited and happy that youve gifted him your milk- the only thing he dares drink now. of course he overindulges and you end up cuddling him into your chest as he dozes off. isnt it so cute seeing such a disgusting man turned into a defenseless bitch đ€
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I just know when Johnny gets a partner, Simon is the constant third wheel.
And you aren't too keen on the idea at first. You didn't sign up for a brooding and antisocial third, but you eventually accept that they're a packaged deal. You even start to feel bad for Simon, he's got this intense connection to Johnny, and you soon realize it's because he's the only one whose ever gave him the time of day.
It was never a competition for Johnny either, the man just seemed to like to be involved. He was never jealousy of the attention Johnny gave you.
Everything becomes threes after that. Dinner reservations, movie tickets, matching pajamas you buy for the holidays that sparks concerned conversation from all your friends and family when you send out Christmas cards with a menacing man next to you and Johnny that they've never met.
He sleeps on the couch most nights. At first, it was after a night out at the pub, and he was too drunk to drive home. Then, it turned into every weekend. Which evolved into a third toothbrush at your bathroom sink, three pairs of shoes at your door, and a designated mug he drank his tea out of every morning.
You woke up to him in your kitchen more times than you didn't. He just became this constant presence in both of your lives that the two of you even forgot what it felt like for him not to be there.
And the two of you realize it might have gotten too far when you're looking to move out and only look at houses that come with a second room for him. The man is appalled when you ask him if he wants to have his own room, he wants to sleep in the same bed with you and Johnny.
when ure scrolling and see such innocent titles to fics n then you skip half of it and the first words you read are âfingers in your slick cuntâ- mm yes sorry I will go back and read the whole thing nowâŠ.
