#COD mwii

[temeyes]

dilf gaz? dilf gaz.

[v1x3n]

COD MENS FAVOURITE POSITIONS

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY — lovesss doggy style! loves having you on all fours, preferably your head shoved into a pillow while he pounds into you so fast and hard you start to see stars! loves seeing the fat of your ass bounce with each thrust and he adores when your back arches due to him grabbing onto the strands of your hair - forcing you back while you mewl and whine out!!

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MCTAVISH — missionary, call him a basic bitch or whatever but you don't see how your tits jiggle with each thrust, how if he leans back he can see your full fucked out expression, the slight bulge in your tummy and your swollen nipples. red from how harsh he was sucking them earlier that day. call him vanilla but he doesn't care when you look so fucking perfect.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK — cowgirl by far, or once in a while reverse cowgirl, he loves seeing your tits jump as you do too, or if its reverse he loves seeing your arse bounce while you hop on his thick cock. his favourite part is seeing you struggle to continue, your legs weak but you need to finish so its the only option! your thighs shake and your body growing limp when your done is like a reward to him.

JOHN PRICE — loves mating press, holding your shaking legs up so high your legs are next to your ears! your pussy spread wide open for him, your puckered hole on show and your smushed up stomach is all too much for him! your body makes him go crazy, he loves it when he holds onto your plush arse and your legs dangle in the air in front of him. your tired face moaning, screaming out as he uses the position to his advantage - shoving his fat cock soooo deep inside of you!!

PHILLIP GRAVES — as much as he loves every position, his favourite one is 69. he loves your sloppy tongue on his cock, giving his long stripes up and down his length as he kitty licks your sensitive cunt. spanking your arse when you squirm too much. he can feel you gag on his dick as he shoves his tongue into your hole, you choking on his dick due to the pure surprise!!

[inkarmatqq]

This is crazy

[mushroomfairy7]

[amaranthinespirit]

teasing loser!könig as you grind your bare pussy against his thick cock (p!link)

rendered him useless, putty under your body, pre-cum drooling from the tip as his head is thrown back against a pillow. his face is flushed, sweat dripping down his temple and his damp hair sticking to his skin.

he's whimpering mindlessly, panting with his tongue stuck out from his slack jaw, drool dribbling down from his lips. his hands lying either side of his body because he doesn't know what to do with them, doesn't know if he should touch you, if he even has the strength.

his chest is heaving under your hand, steadying you as you drag your sopping cunt, coating his aching, weepy cock in your sweetness, mixing with his sticky pre-cum.

it's a wonder he hasn't cum yet, mind blown and stupid and he's not even buried in your warm pussy, just gliding through your puffy folds.

but that's not to say he lasts more than a minute, whines becoming more incessant, high-pitched before white, creamy releases oozes from the tip of his cock, pearly against his pale skin and shooting across his stomach. it earns a giggle from you, your hand milking him for every last drop.

lick it off his abs and he might just have a heart attack, liebling.

[cj-theyoungling]

Simon Riley x Reader

cw : Being drunk. This is pure fluff soooo.

synopsis : Simon goes to a pub after a mission and ends up getting a bit more drunk than he bargained for. After asking for you incoherently Gaz finally gets you on the phone.

author's note : This was inspired by this work I read while I was on the train and I had to put my two cents in. Simon might be OOC in this but it's my story so I get to decide how he acts drunk.

The sound of your ringtone fills your bedroom and wakes you up with a start. You fumble around the empty sheets looking for your phone, you squint at the brightness of the screen and answer once you see Simons contact photo.

"Hey! I think Ghost is asking for you. He's a little bit wasted right now." I man in a baseball cap says to you. You watch as he hands the phone over to Simon.

Simon's face fills the screen, once he catches sight of you the fabric of his balaclava folds in a way you know means he's smiling. "Hi baby." You coo at the screen. His eyes light up as he brings the screen closer to his face. You can tell he's drunk when he leans against Price as he replies.

"Hi doll. I miss you." He slurs his words together, between that and the usual muffling of his mask you can barely make out what he's saying.

"I miss you too Simon." This elicits what you can only assume is a frown from him.

"You don't call me that." He grumbles, you giggle in response and the sound of Price chuckling comes through the phone.

"Damn! You're whipped LT!" A Scottish accent shouts, also clearly drunk.

"Where are you love? I'm gonna come get you." You start putting on your sweatshirt and shoes, you laugh as you hear Simon ask Price the name of the they're at. You hang up, much to Simon's dismay, and drive to go get him.

You enter the mostly empty pub and quickly catch sight of the table full of burly men who all seem to be arguing over something.

"Well is she your wife Ghost? You have their last name saved as Riley." The one who answered the call says, now having shed his cap from earlier.

"Why didn't you tell us about her." Another man says, his hair is sticking up in a mohawk.

Price chuckles at their antics, having caught sight of you walking towards them. "Nice to see you again." He greets, giving you a quick side hug.

"Again?!" The mohawked one says incredulously. You chuckle and introduce yourself to the two men. Simon, suddenly alert once you start speaking stands and wraps his arms around you tightly.

"I missed you doll." He mumbles into your neck, ignoring the laughs from Gaz and Soap.

"I missed you more baby. Now let's get you home, you're wasted." You chuckle as you lead him away from the table. You wave at the men and get Simon into the car.

Once you get into the drivers seat Simon grabs your hand and holds it tightly. You smile as you begin to drive home. Making sure to take a few pictures when Simon falls asleep in the passenger seat.

[the-palelady]

ghost meeting the love of his life at a metallica concert has been heavy on my noggin

i mean he sees you and is just instantly enamored, spends intermission looking at engagement rings. man has literally not even spoken to you.

hell, he can hardly even see you over the sea of people, but he still knows he's about to keep you all for himself (once he gets the courage to actually approach you)

[soleilapproves]

You suspect that Simon might have a crush on you (much to your happiness). So you decide to harmlessly manipulate him into admitting it by asking him to set you up with one of his friends.

Note(s): fem!reader, not proofread 🤡

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r/advice

u/throwaway123:

How do I (F) subtly find out if my friend (M33) likes me?

Replies:

u/sudsysoap: there’s no need to be subtle. ask him to sleep with you lmao [+50, -10]

u/pricetag: agree with u/sudsysoap, men will sleep with anything as long as it has a hole [+30, -20]

u/log1cal: ask him to set you up with his friends. I did that and now we have 2 kids and a third one on the way. That prank will work wonders [+100, -7]

You had a feeling that Simon liked you. It felt obvious. He would walk by the street on the sidewalk to protect you, brought you deadbolts for your mangy apartment that you only live in for a cheap rent, would buy you groceries when you were too tired to leave your bed, and of course, would be very patient with you when you’d be feeling irritated.

Okay, maybe, he just treated you like how a best friend should but that still wouldn’t explain why he’d come to your apartment, in your crime ridden neighborhood and cuddle with you right after deployment. Not even bothering to shower before laying himself down on you like a starfish.

“I just want to feel warm.” Was his answer whenever you’d ask him why he did so.

You never complained though. Instead, you relished the feeling of his heavy and exhausted body against yours. Enjoying the almost territorial hold he had on you. Like most friendships, it was a symbiotic relationship.

You both never kept much from each other. Obviously there were many aspects of his job that you couldn’t ask about and you respected that.

However, you both had hidden feelings and neither of you wanted to put your cards on the table out of the fear of rejection.

You watched as the man scarfed down his Sunday breakfast- a sort of inside tradition where you’d both go to a cafe near your apartment and scarf down food. It always happened on the first Sunday after his return from deployment.

The words from that one Reddit comment lingered in your mind.

He felt your eyes on him from your end of the booth and placed his fork down, still in his grasp. “Somethin’ on my face?” His gruff voice asked. 

“No, I’m just wondering if they even fed you at all.”

He let out a sarcastic ‘ha’ and went back to eating. You were getting antsy to the point where you began to pick at your hash browns with your fork, the crisp golden patty crumbling with every poke.

You wanted to try the trick so bad.

But what if he doesn’t like you like that? What if he does end up setting you up with a man you aren’t interested in because you decided to be sly for a moment?

Fuck it. At least this would be the least explicit way.

“I’m so tired of being single.” You huffed as you leaned back into the leather cushioned booth. Simon did not give any sort of reaction. Instead he directed his attention to his coffee as he mixed it with some zero calorie sweetener.

“All the guys in this city are so weird. I’ve done everything to get a boyfriend.” You continued. Simon sipped his beverage and looked through the menu again (probably for a second helping of sausages).

Still no reaction. Sometimes you wondered how you even became friends with him.

“Wait, I know.”

His demeanor changed as his blue eyes flit to your figure. “You should set me up with one of your military friends.” You said as you smiled like a scientist who had just made a great discovery in his field.

Simon beckoned you over with his hand. Confused, you slid towards his end of the booth. “What?”

He lightly knocked on the top of your head like it was a door. “Thank God,” he muttered out.

“What was that for?” You replaced his hand with yours on your head, checking to see if he was trying to remove any lint.

“Tryin’ to check if your skull was hollow.”

“Fuck you, Simon. All I did was ask for a favor.”

The man folded his arms, biceps begging to be let out of the confinement of his sleeves. He looked back at his cup of coffee and poured a little more sweetener.

“Is it because I’m not pretty?”

“Where’d that even come from? I-“

“So you agree that I’m not pretty.” You said before huffing and turning away from him.

“Oh my- fuck, just listen to me.”

You open your mouth to say more but you decide to give your friend a break.

He cleared his throat and turned your shoulders towards him. Your skin burned when his calloused palms situated themselves on you. “First of all, you’re not ugly. You’re basically out of their league.” You never understood why he couldn’t just compliment you like a normal person.

“Second, you deserve someone who will actually give you all their time. Something my military friends can’t do. You’re not going to be a priority.”

You felt like shrinking in your seat. His reasoning was ambiguous. You couldn’t tell if he was denying your request because he didn’t want your heart broken or because he actually liked you.

“Oh, okay.” You looked away from him in embarrassment. So much for miracles.

“Besides,”

He then went on to replace the deconstructed hash brown on your plate with his non battered one.

“You might find someone if you look hard enough.”

Your head perked up. Could he possibly be hinting at something?

“What do you mean?”

“Go out with me.” He didn’t beat around the bush this time. Went straight to the point.

“I don’t want you to date me out of pity, Simon.”

“It’s not pity. I like you.”

Oh.

OH.

You made a mental note to thank that one Reddit comment later. Trying your best not to smile, you let out a deep a breath before speaking. “Truth be told, I like you too. I don’t just let any man barge into my house and lay with me.”

“You’d better not.” Simon said as he pulled you into his side and then pushed your head close to his with his hand behind your neck.

“Been waitin’ for you to admit that.” He said before leaving a deep kiss on your mouth.

[gothghostiie]

going through my Price phase hard right now, pray for me

uhm… any thoughts on BlueCollar!Price? or just any Price crumbs in general? Ghostie, I’ve become unwell for him, it’s like a disease—

that's what I've been feeling like for a year straight welcome to my world

cw: fluff, reader is a stay at home spouse, gn!reader

blue collar!price coming home from a hard day at work. sweaty, greasy, exhausted and sore. he drops his heavy boots at the door with a groan, stripping his shirt so hes in just his dirty work pants and a white undershirt thats just a wee bit too short, his chubby tummy poking out just a bit (he blames you and your 'bloody cookin' for it). hugs you from behind in the kitchen while you finish up dinner, nuzzling into you and smelling your perfume while murmuring a greeting, something about how much he missed wrapping his arms around his little bird.

grumbles as you shoo him into the shower, complaining quietly but doing as hes told, like an old dog. but that sweet pout that makes him look like a grouchy grandpa is all gone when he comes back down to a set table and hot food, his spouse smiling while pouring him a drink. he smiles and kisses your head, soft praises falling from his chapped lips. "such a good lil' thing, ain'tcha? always treating me so well, doing it with a smile too. such a good doll. youre a treat." hes got you blushing and smiling while eating dinner, offering to do the dishes - like he does every night - just to be gently cussed out and sent to the couch - like every night. now he sits there in his armchair, all that's missing is you in his lap. he's dozing, the tv running with the news or whatever is on when he turns it on, waiting for his favourite person to make his evening perfect <3

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@maplewhisk

[skyrigel]

“So pretty.” Simon traced your jaw, letting his finger trail down your sleeping unaware body, his big hand dipping under your big shirt that obviously belongs to him, finding that warm metal of his dog tag happily kissed between your breasts.

“Keep 'em there princess.” he cooes, cupping your tit in one large hand and giving a little squeeze, you stirred in your sleep, sighing. 

He adjusted himself behind you, kissing his favorite spot on your soft lovely neck which meant all your neck, and taking in your scent, heavy and sweet in his senses, dizzying his mind and soul. His hard longing pressed against your inner thigh, his soft moans vibrating on your skin.

Simon began to rut against you despite his gentleness not to wake you up.

His hard cock sliding up and down from his boxers to your hot body but…he wanted more, more of you.

He grunted as he pulled out his cock, stiff as a rod against the small of your back, he groaned at the back of your neck when his tip touched your lethal skin. How delicate you were. 

“Fuck baby…” He licked your earlobe, nuzzling against your cheek and pulling you back to his arousal. His precum leaking against your back.

Well he should get rid of that little skirt that had already ridden up your thigh, letting him peek at the lacy pastel fabric underneath covering your pussy.

“Ya’ gonna bitch bout’ da skirt.” Simon groans as he slides down your skirt, heart hammering at the beauty of you.

He palmed at your pussy, wet and clingy against the fabric, shit — you wanted him too, and what dreams were you having anyway ? 

Simon climbed behind you, propped on his elbows one side, enough — not to crush you down or lull you out of your soothing sleep.

His angry cock cried for attention as he gave dry pulls from his hand, up and down but it felt like nothing but your sweet dripping pussy could feed the starved.

Fuck, Simon wasn't planning to fuck you but look at you so pretty, your cunt wet and demanding and skin so soft and warm. He's a dog at your command, and he knows more than better

“Fuck lovie, fuck, fuck, fuck —” His brain was getting senseless as he slided the lacy fabric away, his fingertips wet with your juices that leaked from your throbbing pussy. You hummed in your sleep, and the madness came all at once to him.

His eyes closed as he pushed his tip, sliding easily with the natural lubricant, and he made a note to reward you later. He was panting because gentleness did not come easy, he was sweating as he pushed his big swollen dick inside your folds, breath hitching as your fingers curled around nothing in oblivious pleasure. Another whisper of a moan escaped your rapsy throat. He could come at the sound alone you were making in your darling sleep.

“Lovie ya’ so tight my darlin’,” He pushes past your resistance, until he bottoms out. 

And slowly he moves his hips, firmly gripping the headboard as his veins popped under his skin. 

It is your lovely cradled unaware face that helps him not to piston fuck you right now and right here, to slam inside you with such feralness that you cry out of pleasures and scream his name, only his. 

Hard and unforgiving until your pussy could mold his cock, an aching and blissful mess of his seed.

But not now, he softly inhaled as he slow fucked you, were it different times, you would have begged him to go harder, would have cried and jerked your hips to set a pace but little princess you were asleep, probably riding him in your head  with the way you were drooling.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips on your forehead before swiping up your drool in his hand and pulling out just enough to massage it around himself and slow thrusting back inside your warmth sweet cunt.

He finishes soon inside you as you slowly started move your hips along with him, it's unsettling how even in your unconsciousness — you know him, you let him. That he can unravel you whenever and however and you would gladly let him take you. It's the trust you have on him to close your eyes and let him guide you, to shut your brain and let Simon take the lead. Unsettling and beautiful, and mesmerizingly arousing.

“Simon….” You say, so much sleepily and mindless, hot white cum leaking down your thigh as he pulls out after lazily moving inside you. 

“Shhh love, sleep, sleep.” He brushes your hair away and pats your shoulder down calmly. “m’ gonna clean ya up princess, huh ? You sleep lovie.” 

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Classified Affection

Pairing: Konig x reader

Warnings: Fluff with angst, rivals to lovers

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, this is my first time writing for him! Readers Codename is Sprite (To the person who made the Konig ask, I promise I’m working on it, it’s gonna be my longest ff ever I’m trying to do it some justice as my first ever ask I promise😭)

Word Count: 1.3k

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

When you first met König, you never expected him to get under your skin. He was the sort of soldier you didn’t forget—a towering, masked figure who dominated the room without saying a word. Even among hardened operators, he stood out, and while others were intimidated by his quiet intensity, you’d seen it as a challenge.

From the first training exercise, your competitiveness drove you to match his every move, and you felt the heat of his attention every time he watched you run drills or execute maneuvers with the kind of agility that earned you the codename “Sprite.” He was precise, silent, and observant, and the rivalry between you quickly became a quiet, unspoken war. The few times he did speak to you, his deep, accented voice held a weight that felt like an accusation—like he was daring you to keep up with him.

Your teams took notice, watching with amusement as you and König constantly outdid each other. Every joint mission turned into a hidden scoreboard: who could cover more ground, make the cleanest kill, hit the mark without hesitation. It was a game, but the stakes felt higher each time. The push and pull between you felt electric, thrilling, and maddening. You wanted to beat him, but you couldn’t ignore the pull in your stomach every time his eyes met yours. His gaze was intense, lingering too long, dark and unreadable.

One night, after a grueling training day, you found him in the gym, lifting weights in silence. You told yourself it was curiosity that made you approach him, not the need to prove yourself yet again. Without a word, you joined him, setting up a bench across from his and lifting the heaviest weights you could manage. König looked at you, his expression unreadable behind the mask, but his eyes narrowed in interest. Neither of you said a word as you worked out side by side, the weight of unsaid things pressing down on you both. His gaze lingered on you, sliding over you like a challenge, and you felt a thrill—part anger, part something far more dangerous—coursing through you.

When you were finally alone, catching your breath, he spoke, his voice low and rough. “Are you always this competitive?”

You wiped the sweat from your brow, meeting his gaze evenly. “Only when there’s someone worth competing against.”

His eyes darkened, a subtle tension passing between you that made you swallow hard. He tilted his head, studying you in a way that felt both infuriating and intimate. “Is that all this is to you, Sprite? Competition?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but the words didn’t come. He stepped closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating from him, and you held your ground, refusing to back down. He didn’t say anything more, but in that heavy silence, it felt as if he were daring you to break first, to react, to do anything to acknowledge the spark neither of you could ignore. But neither of you moved.

The tension only grew, and on missions, it seemed impossible to separate your rivalry from the intense, unspoken chemistry. That all came to a head on a mission where you and König were deep in enemy territory, tasked with a high-stakes extraction. Your squads were positioned to cover each other, yet as usual, you ended up moving together in sync, keeping a close eye on each other’s every move.

As the mission unfolded, gunfire erupted, scattering your squads. You were forced to take cover alone in a half-destroyed building. König’s voice came through your comms, low and steady. “Sprite, do you have cover?”

The question felt loaded, and you could practically see his frown in your mind. You answered, trying to keep the tension out of your voice. “Barely. But don’t worry—I’ll handle it.”

There was a pause before he responded, his voice tinged with impatience. “Stay where you are. I’m coming to you.”

Minutes later, he was at your side, his presence filling the cramped space as you huddled behind cover together. You could hear his heavy breathing as he checked the perimeter, his body close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him, even through your tactical gear. He was a wall of muscle and strength beside you, and it took everything in you not to lean into him, to take the comfort he silently offered.

“You don’t need to babysit me,” you whispered, even as you stayed close to him.

König’s eyes narrowed, his gaze searing as he glanced down at you. “I’m not babysitting, Sprite. I’m watching your back. There’s a difference.”

You bristled at his tone, but there was an unspoken gentleness beneath his words that made your stomach twist. “Don’t flatter yourself, big guy. I can take care of myself.”

For a heartbeat, he didn’t answer, and the tension between you hung in the air, heavy and charged. His gaze drifted to your lips before meeting your eyes again, his face closer than you’d realized. “I don’t doubt it. But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you out of my sight.”

Your heart raced as he held your gaze, the unsaid things between you pressing harder than ever. Then, a voice crackled over your comms, breaking the moment. “König, Sprite, are you two in position? We need you back here.”

You and König exchanged a glance, the usual fire of rivalry dimmed by something softer. With a brief nod, he pulled back, slipping back into the mission. But you couldn’t shake the tension, the feeling that something between you had shifted, your rivalry leaving behind a crack that let something more vulnerable bleed through.

The mission wrapped up successfully, but even after your squads had debriefed, you couldn’t shake the memory of his gaze, the way he’d looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. As the team celebrated, König stood apart, his eyes following you whenever he thought no one was looking. The awareness of him, the pressure of that gaze, was like a live wire humming beneath your skin.

Later that night, you found him in the dimly lit courtyard, away from the others. His posture was tense, as if he’d been waiting. You approached him slowly, words forming in your mind, but they all felt hollow. He looked at you, his eyes softening with a vulnerability you rarely saw. In the quiet, with the stars above and the night around you, the rivalry, the rules, the mission—all of it faded away.

When he held out his hand, you took it, feeling the roughness of his gloves and the strength in his grip as he pulled you close. You could feel his heart beating, his chest rising and falling against you. He was a fortress you’d spent so long trying to breach, and yet here he was, letting you in.

After a long silence, he spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “This�� whatever it is… it’s worth the risk, isn’t it?”

You felt the tension loosen, the heat of his words melting any doubts you’d had. You squeezed his hand, your voice breaking through the quiet. “Every bit of it.”

For a moment, he hesitated, and then his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His mask lifted just enough for his lips to brush against yours, a feather-light, fleeting kiss that held all the weight of what you couldn’t say aloud. And when he pulled away, his hand lingered, as if anchoring you to the promise he’d just made.

“Then we’ll keep it ours,” he murmured, his voice rough but certain, echoing in the stillness.

In that moment, you both knew you’d do whatever it took to protect the secret between you—the rivalry that had somehow turned into something rare and precious, hidden under layers of armor but more real than anything else.

I hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[msriri030]

König x Wife reader

A sudden boom echoed through the room as heavy rain pounded against the windows. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, casting deep shadows across the walls, while thunder roared, causing your two-year-old to cling tightly to your chest, trembling. Gently, you wrapped a warm blanket around her as you both sat on the living room couch. Smiling softly, you kissed the top of her head, then began to hum her favorite lullaby from *Lady and the Tramp*—“La La Lu”—hoping to soothe her. She looked up at you with tear-filled blue eyes, sniffling. You pressed your forehead to hers, kissing her nose and bringing a small giggle from her.

Another clap of thunder crashed outside, and she buried her face against your chest again. You stroked her soft blonde curls, whispering, “Don’t worry, my star. I’ll be here to protect you, Ellie.”

“Mutti… sniff… When is Vatti coming?” she whimpered. Ellie had always been a daddy’s girl. Lately, whenever König was away, she’d sneak into your bed, curling up on his side where she could still catch a faint trace of his scent. You knew she missed him as much as you did. König was supposed to return today, but with the storm… now you weren’t so sure. Holding your frightened child close, you did your best to comfort her, hoping the storm would soon pass and bring him home to you both.

“I don’t know, sweetie,” you said softly, “but he’ll be here as soon as he can.”

Suddenly, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and the power went out. Ellie screamed and hid under the blanket. You sighed and lifted the blanket, finding her there, softly crying. You frowned and cooed, “Ellie, don’t cry. I’m here, sweetpea.”

“I want Vatti! VATTI! WHERE ARE YOU?!” Ellie sobbed into her hands, and your heart broke. You pulled her close, rocking gently back and forth to calm her.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you—”

“Liebling?! Kleine?!” König’s voice called out, and the front door burst open. Both you and Ellie looked over, startled. He must have heard her scream from outside. Quickly closing the door, König ran into the kitchen in a hurry, and you heard the sound of something clattering to the floor. Ellie giggled through her tears as König seemed to break something in his rush.

 A moment later, he was in the living room, carrying a handgun, his eyes wide with concern. The lights flickered back on.When he locked eyes with the two of you, he sighed in relief and holstered his gun. Ellie wiggled free from your grasp and ran to him, jumping into his arms, whimpering, “Vatti, you’re home! I was so scared!”

König wrapped her in his arms, holding her close, his voice soft and reassuring. He took off his balaclava and kissed the top of her head. “I’m here now, kleine Maus. I won’t let anything scare you again.” Ellie buried her face into his shoulder, her little hands clutching his shirt as she calmed in his embrace.

After a couple of hours, as the storm softened to a gentle rain, König went to Ellie’s room to tuck her into bed. She was already drowsy, her eyes fluttering as she lay nestled in her blanket. König sat beside her, smoothing a hand over her soft blonde curls.

“Vatti, will you stay with me until I fall asleep?” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

König smiled and nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Of course, kleine Maus. I’ll be right here.”

With a warm smile, you headed to the kitchen to boil some water for cinnamon tea. After setting the kettle on to boil and cleaning up the remnants of a shattered dish, you prepared two mugs, one for each of you. The quiet sound of König’s voice behind you made you jump slightly.

“You are beautiful, Liebling,” he murmured.

You turned to see him leaning against the kitchen entrance, his gaze warm and soft. “And you are quite handsome yourself, König. Did Ellie fall asleep?”

“Yes, she’s resting now,” he replied, reaching out to gently pull you into a hug. His eyes met yours, filled with relief and gratitude. You felt a blush warm your cheeks as he leaned in and kissed you, his hands wandering softly along your body before giving your waist a playful squeeze. You gasped, playfully swatting at his hand as you turned to pour the boiling water into your mugs.

“What was that, my Kuschelbär?” you teased with a grin, handing him a steaming mug.

König chuckled, pulling you close again. “Just showing my appreciation, Liebling. It feels good to be home with my two favorite girls.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around König’s neck, your eyes meeting his deep blue gaze. You couldn’t help but smile, a warmth spreading through you as you whispered lovingly, “I missed you, König.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back just enough to murmur, “I missed you more, mein Engel.”

At last, the three of you were together, safe and warm, even as the storm continued to rage outside. In this little haven you’d built together, nothing else mattered. The thunder softened in the background, but within these walls, there was only love and the quiet comfort of family.

[grumpymirelurkqueen]

"If he catches me, shoot me in the head.

-No, we won't need that.

-But...

No, there is no "but". We will do this together and I will fight for both of us. If I have to I will burn this fucking planet for you. End of debate."

Alejandro | Price | Soap | Ghost | Nikolai | König

[nightlyrequiem]

Maybe something with Valeria as mom to a very talkative baby girl? While reader is just dying of love in a corner*blink blink* (sry I'm ovulating xd)

This was so cute! :(

I love my angst and tension but I never realised how good it feels to write something that's just wholesome. It makes me wonder how Valeria would actually be if she were a mother. I think I can see her being both overprotective and one of those parents that thinks her kid should break a few bones in life. Not what I wrote here, just a little headcannon.

Tags/Warning: Mentions of Pregnancy, WLW, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Unnamed but Loved Baby

Baby Babble

Tranquility is a heavy feeling. Though it's not similar to the heaviness of hopelessness. It isn't cumbersome rather comforting. You feel weightless as you sink into the couch. Cuddled up under three blankets. After many long, serious talks with Valeria, weighing the risks of having children, you finally proceeded with the IVF process. Due to the nature of Valeria's work, she couldn't be the one to carry. It was a lengthy process with needles and vitamins and pills. Almost two years of preparing and failing. It took a while but finally your body accepted her eggs and you carried your baby girl for eight and a half months. 

Your daughter was born a little early and a little sickly but made a swift recovery. So energetic and happy. Her conception was difficult, and the beginning wasn't simple, but she turned out to be such an easy baby. Rarely fussing and as healthy as she could be. Valeria didn't carry her, but she's just as invested, if not more than you. Often being the first one to get out of bed and check on her when she cries at night. When handling her baby there is no trace of the violent criminal, instead she's just Valeria. Stripped down of all her complex layers.

A few flickering candles light the clean-living room. A few toys scattered around the open space, stuffed animals and plastic contraptions with cartoonish smiling faces.

"Come here." Valeria coos. Crouched down with her arms spread. Recently, your daughter has begun to start using her legs. Awkwardly stumbling in small bursts before tumbling down onto her knees. Your daughter smiles, her chubby cheeks looking even chubbier and that makes you smile in turn. She pushes herself onto shaky feet and takes cautious, wobbly steps towards her mother.

"Ba! buh." She babbles. A talkative thing, she is. Valeria has taken it upon herself to start teaching her the basics of Spanish. Even before she started to crawl Valeria was dutifully making flash cards. Simple words and grammar. She hasn't said her first word yet, but you believe it will be soon. 

"That's right, come here mija."

Your daughter blows raspberries and falls to her knees. Landing soundlessly on the carpet.

She gets back up and continues on. Your persistent little girl. She makes it into Valeria's arms where she's promptly lifted up.

"¡Mi niña fuerte! Estarás corriendo de un lado a otro en poco tiempo." Valeria says, voice high pitched.

"No baby talk." You remind her gently. As hard as it is, the pediatricians discouraged baby talk. It can negatively impact the development of their speech.

Valeria sighs and nuzzles her baby's nose with her own. "I know, I know." Valeria jerks her head away as your baby swings a tiny fist at her. Eliciting an amused chuckle from the both of you.

"Mmm." Your baby hums. "Mma."

"It sounds like she's saying 'ma.''" You remark, lips twitching from how precious she is.

Valeria holds her up and looks at her, smiling warmly.

"it does," She laughs. "'mama', say 'mama.'"

"Am."

"Ma-ma." Valeria walks over and sits down next to you. Adjusting the blankets over her thighs. Your baby sat on her knee with an arm holding her up. You lean against Valeria.

"Mam."

Her little voice makes your heart swell. What will she sound like when she grows into her forever voice? She blinks her big brown eyes, so much like Valeria's. 

"My beautiful family." Valeria murmurs softly. Kissing your forehead.

"Mama."

You gasp in excitement. Grabbing Valeria's arm. "She said it!"

Valeria strokes your daughter's cheek.

"You're so smart." She says thickly. "Say 'mama'. Say 'mama' sweetie."

"Mama!" Your baby squeals. Valeria's face lights up. You're overjoyed that both of you can be here for this milestone.

You yawn but fight back sleep. Wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Capture it in a little bottle to carry around with you. To hold and admire in your darkest moments. A reminder of what you have and what you're living for. Your wife, and your daughter. The two most important people in your life.

"She'll be graduating college before we know it." Valeria whispers fondly. Resting her head against yours.

"Shhh." You reply. "Don't say that. She'll be this small forever." You gently trace the curve of her nose. Trying to burn the sight into your memory.

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