You're struggling in your relationship. König has become distant and cold. The situation worsens as loneliness and doubts creep in, just as a new and attractive neighbor moves in across the street. This new guy doesn't seem to care that you have a boyfriend and is blatantly interested in you. You know you should resist his advances, but it's challenging when he is giving you the attention you desperately crave-attention that your boyfriend isn't providing. Should you end a two-year relationship over a neighbor? Your conscience screams no, but will you listen? Probably not. König x Ghost x fem!reader

(18+!!) You? Or Y/N.. and König. She's his personal medic. I will get to that eventually I promise!! So these are different stories, all still technically connected to each other. TECHNICALLY NO PLOT! Please. From the bottom of my heart. Enjoy the smut *wink* that's all this is. Smut. R.A.K❤️‍🔥 (THIS IS NOW POSTED ON FF.NET AND AO3!!) ( There are bits and pieces of German words/ sentences though out here. I'm still learning. I always welcome corrections please and thank you) Do i need to mention this will be heavily OOC? Let the girls (and boys?) live the fantasy. Take your OC, preferably fem and enjoy. (I do not own the rights to König, credit goes to the game developers for COD of course!) (NOBODY HAS PERMISSION TO POST MY WORK ANYWHERE!! THIS IS MY WORK, MY TIME, MY DEDICATION!)

You inherited your aunts old house ten years ago, and now it was finally time to move in. A decade of abandonment clearly shows, but there is more to these walls than you initially thought... Strange noises, unexplainable drops in temperature and you could swear there was a pair of eyes watching you from the shadows. --- This story is safe for work! No restrictions apply, so have fun reading! Please still mind the following warnings: mentions of death, scary themes (if you get scared easily) PIC CREDIT: @gh0sted4life on TikTok

18+ | contains smut, emotional/psychological abuse, canon-typical violence | please read the first chapter for more information After a mission that didn't go exactly as planned, Ghost gets assigned a covert mission. But spying on a target who doesn't deliver is less intriguing than watching the beautiful, young woman across the street. Too beautiful to always be alone, too young to look this miserable. He couldn't help but compare you to a bird, a beautiful, magnificent one that was caged against its will, having its wings clipped by someone who didn't understand its urge to be free.

{𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙} 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡. 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 18+. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜/𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒ö𝘯𝘪𝘨 (mainly Ghost) { current revising }

With a threat growing in the shadows, Lieutenant Drew "Daisy" Farrell is sought out for TF141, an elite squad of soldiers trained to deal with the world's most serious threats. The transition onto the team goes smoothly, except for the animosity between her and her fellow task force Lieutenant. Despite the anger between them, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley --the grumpy-ass, arrogant, rude, frustrating, control freak of a man-- manages to distract her with his coffee-colored eyes and sinful touches, leaving her cursing him in more ways than one. But as the target terrorist organization avoids their grasp, he shows her exactly what she can have if she simply listens. ⁂ For anyone else who is feral over Simon Riley and enemies to lovers, this is for you ;) This story contains a lot of smutty chapters, however, there is still plenty of plot to go along with it. Chapters will be noted if they have smut... in case you're curious... This story does NOT follow the video games, ie. Soap's not dead <3 CW: cannon level violence, swearing, explicit sex, threats and inuendoes referring to SA *Warnings will be posted at the top of chapters. Excerpt: He turned to her then, stepping close enough that he brushed against her knees. "Is it possible for you to keep your mouth shut?" he asked lowly. "What? Am I getting on your nerves?" His eyes narrowed at her. "You're gettin' close to an ass-chewing." "Can't handle a little banter, sir?" "You're insubordinate." "And you're sensitive." He let out a frustrated growl. It only served to encourage her. "You wanna take that thing off? It's hard to tell how you're feeling without seeing your face." A very obvious lie, especially when his eyes showed her everything she needed to know. He was pissed.

"All I need is one shot." ✧ Simon "Ghost" Riley was a cold, heartless killer. He was untouchable, and he made his enemies cower just by hearing his name. Not you, though. Cold? Heartless? Hearing him referred to by those names would make you laugh. If anyone was demented and heartless, it was you. A menacingly precise and skilled sniper by the name "Odile," you were the one to be feared. So when you're captured and interrogated by Task Force 141 for being suspected of working with the terrorist Hassan, you're offered something you cannot pass up ─ valuable information on where to find an old friend that went missing 7 years ago by the name of König. The catch? Temporarily join Task Force 141 and help disarm a missile in Austria. ✧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Ghost x Reader] [König x Reader] [Contains Smut] ✧ #3 in "fanfic" out of 1.4M+ #10 in "ghost" out of 55.4K+ #4 in "callofduty" out of 1,000+ #1 in "codmw2" out of 150+ #3 in "cod" out of 1,000+ ✧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Call of Duty franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ✧ Began: December 20, 2022 Completed: July 4, 2023 Written during age(s): 15 yrs Full Word Count: 62k ✧ FANFICTION OF: Call of Duty

While you were busy thinking about the technicalities of this encounter, König grabbed your hand and placed it on his body. Gentleman enough not to put it directly on his crotch, even though you honestly wouldn't have minded it. It seemed as if Ghost wasn't happy with König having your undivided attention, so he grabbed your other hand. Placing it a bit lower than König had, so low that you were basically holding onto his belt. Heat started to pool between your thighs, nipples hardening underneath your flimsy shirt, and the realization that you were wearing next to nothing hit you like a brick. "Also, Prinzessin," König spoke up, a hint of a dirty grin in his voice. "Should we try some of the things you wanted to do, or are you going to chicken out now?"

From the first second he saw you, König was completely and utterly obsessed with you. So when you ran into him late at night, tears streaming down your face, the universe served you to him on a silver platter. "Come in, we can sit down in my room and get you cleaned up, and then you can tell me what happened, ja?" he said quietly, a smirk hidden beneath his mask as he guided you into his room.