#könig x pregnant reader

[strrynigghts]

unexpected news

— könig x fem!preg!reader

— cw/tw: pregnant reader, accidental baby, potential typos, 3am writing, babies, established early relationship, reader and könig don’t live together, illusion to house!wife reader though she has a job, fluff(?), english to german google translate, so I’m sorry if it’s not perfect! lmk if I’ve missed any!

— summary: y/n is pregnant with königs baby, and he finds out

— an: I apologise for my long absence! I’ve been on and off tumblr for a few weeks now. just have been busy and had major writing block unfortunately. I am officially moved into my new home, and my pets are a lot sometimes, especially with two jobs. I’ve been focusing more on life, rather than tumblr, hence another reason why I’ve been gone. this idea came to me when my bf and I talked about how many kids we’d prefer XD enjoy lovies :3

it was honestly an accident. you and könig got a little too into it one night, and the way you wrapped around him oh so tight, ugh. he couldn’t help it, ripping off his condom to stuff his seed deep in you, mumbling, “ich möchte, dass du die mutter meiner kinder bist, maus. bitte lass mich in dir kommen,” in german as he came inside, your eyes rolled back so far into your skull you couldn’t even comprehend what happened until you felt sick a few days later.

you’ve called out of work for the past week, telling your boss you have a bad case of the flu. but the pregnancy test in your hand had said otherwise. you were in fact pregnant, and you couldn’t help but slouch against the door to your bathroom, tears streaming down your face as you started wallowing in what only you could describe as self pity.

könig, ever the gentleman, bright you soups everyday up until he had a mission. but you wouldn’t answer the door, or his calls. you couldn’t face him. he was in the military for gods sake! he couldn’t care for a baby, and honestly, neither could you. your apartment was falling apart at the seams more or less, and you honestly felt terrible.

but it was on the second week, you decided to face könig and his coworkers. after a mission that went horribly wrong, you wanted to invite him and his team over. you made them their favourite foods, and even set up the table while they were on their way over. as königs girl, you honestly didn’t mind cooking for him, or his team. they were like his family, and you made sure your apartment provided them comfort when they couldn’t feel comfortable in their own homes.

when they arrived, könig was the first to greet you. “hello my maus,” he said softly, kissing you on the cheek before stepping further into your home, everyone else following behind him. they all sat and ate, while you messed with the food on your plate, your appetite not so much in the moment. you felt sick, so you excused yourself and dashed for the bathroom, bending over the toilet. “oh my love, are you okay? did the soup not help you? you’re still sick from before I left for the mission?” könig spoke softly, grabbing your hair so it was out of the way.

you kept lurching over the toilet, unaware that königs eyes locked onto the pregnancy test that sat semi hidden under a wad of toilet paper, his breath hitching as he glanced between you and the test.

“you’re pregnant?”

you whined, looking at him with teary eyes and a red face, nodding subtly. “I was going to tell you I swear! just wasn’t sure how you’d react. wanted to tell you when the time was right, könig.” sighing, you stood up, flushing the toilet as you looked at him as he eyed you.

in a flash, he pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “I’m going to be a dad!” he laughed softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards the team, shouting, “she’s pregnant! I’m going to be a dad!” they all smiled and clapped for him and you, saying their congratulations and whatnots.

you weren’t sure how’d this play out, but you were ready to go down this lane and see where it takes you, so long as könig remained by your side, and his team on the other, lending a supporting hand to you both when needed.

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[iluvzaddies]

meine liebe, mein leben

pairing: könig x wife!reader

warnings: pregnancy

summary: after spending months on the battlefield, könig comes home to find you with a swollen tummy.

könig couldn’t wait to get home to you, his beloved wife. his love, his life. he had been dying to see you, hold you, kiss you and make love to you again throughout the entirety of his mission.

he kept a polaroid of you in his pocket, in case he felt down or if he missed you. seeing your face always made his day better. and whilst he kept a polaroid of you, a heart-shaped locket with a tiny photo of him inside adorned your neck. it was old school and cute.

he was glad you were willing to stay by his side, despite knowing he was in the military and that he would always get deployed. he hated leaving you, but you reassured him about it, saying it was his job.

after what felt like a decade; staying in a town turned into a war zone, keeping civilians safe and protecting them from terrorists, he could finally go home.

on his way home, he felt giddy.

he didn’t notify you of the news because he wanted to surprise you. were you cooking or cleaning right now? should he surprise you by wrapping his arms around your waist? he could imagine your reaction. you would scream at first, thinking it was an intruder, but when you realized it was just your dear husband, you would hug him so tight he could barely breathe.

he opened his and your house with a spare key. unlocking the door, he stepped in and was greeted with a great silence. you weren’t vacuuming the living room, you weren’t cooking in the kitchen, you weren’t eating something in the dining room. he felt slightly disappointed the surprise didn’t turn out like what he imagined in his head, but oh well, you were probably sleeping in the bedroom.

so he headed towards the bedroom and there you were, sleeping soundly on the king-sized bed.

he dropped his gear onto the ground, including his helmet and mask, slowly getting on the bed.

“i’m home.” he whispered into your ear, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

you only hummed in response.

he chuckled.

“(y/n)… meine liebe… i’ve returned.”

you scrunched your face, eyes opening. you were met with the sight of your husband’s handsome face – which you had the privilege of seeing all the time – hovering above your own.

“könig?”

“ja, i’m here. i’m home.”

your eyes widened and you abruptly sat up.

“könig.” you repeated as if you couldn’t believe your eyes. you reached out to touch his cheek, moving your thumb up and down in a slow motion.

you missed him so much. so very much. every single day, you thought about him, if he was doing alright, when he would return, etcetera.

as tears began to well up in your eyes, könig, the ever so loving husband, began to worry and asked, “what’s the matter, meine liebe?”

“i’m just glad you’re home and safe.” you sniffled. “we wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

könig was confused.

“we?” he pointed out.

you nodded. you took his hand, guiding it to your belly, where your child resided.

“y–you’re pregnant?” his eyes looked like they were about to pop out and his jaw about to hit the floor.

“yes.”

“how…” he trailed off, staring at your evident baby bump.

“how far along am i? four months. that’s how long you’ve been gone.” you caressed your belly.

you were worried for a second, thinking he didn’t want a child, but your worries washed away when he pulled you in for a hug and a kiss.

“my baby is having a baby!” he exclaimed excitedly. “i’m gonna be a father!” he was overjoyed with happiness. never did he ever see himself marrying someone and having a baby with them, but look at him now. he was a husband and a father.

you sighed in relief. “i thought you were upset. i was worried for a sec.”

“worried? why?” he was taken aback by your words. he grabbed both of your hands, pulling them towards his face and placing a gentle peck on them. “this is the best moment of my life. i would never be upset about this. you’re my love, my life. meine liebe, mein leben.”

“you’re my love and life too.”

after saying that, you shared one last kiss before dozing off in each other’s arms.

[bluedrizzle82]

Stranded

Being in Task Force 141 came with a lot of risk, your life, your family, your friends, even your teammates. Every-time you step on that field might be the last time you see them. Well for you that’s not an option right now, you have something to protect or should I say someone.

For the next 6 months you have to protect this person, who is it? Well you’re 3 months pregnant and you have yet to tell anyone mostly because it’s Ghost’s baby, your lieutenant and you’re not supposed to be pregnant.

Ghost and yourself had secretly been in a relationship for the past 3 years. You both have always been careful about contraception but here you are still pregnant and you have yet to tell him. Also making the situation worse you guys are stuck on the mission right now.

This mission started last week and you’re all still here, no communication to base and you’re slowly running out of time before they notice that baby bump the more it grows and especially Ghost.

[just-a-little-nut]

I think it should be illegal how good these pregnancy/ single parent fics are. Like who told you that I want a lil baby on my hip to absolutely body these men? Who told you that yes, I am soft for a big ole man who will buy my weird ass cravings and I ain't even let him in my bedroom yet. Just seeing the way a person treats a parent and their kids without even wanting anything in return is peak vibe check.

[writingoddess1125]

Marillenfleck in Winter

König x FemReader

Fluffy Fluff Fluff!

Feed me Seymore Feed me!! <<< 🍖

"We can do this-"

You muttered to yourself and then down at your swollen stomach. Feeling the fluttering kicks of the child locked inside of you- assuming that was them agreeing.

"Hell yeah-"

Stepping forward with all the confidence you could muster as you carefully lowered the breaded pork cutlet into the hot oil and watching it carefully bubble as you let it settle.

Stepping back as the oil reacted for a moment before settling-

Two months ago before your husband left for his mission was lying in bed with you, his hand on your stomach as he reminisced-

'It is moments like this I almost wish to return to my Village just to show you off.. and share in some food with you' He mused, you looking at him in surprise.

'Wait we don't live near your home?' You say surprised, Having always assumed that König had chosen the secluded cabin 40 minutes from the closest village cause he was familiar with it. He chuckled at this and shook his head-

'No, I'm from near Dürnstein-'

Which was on the otherside of the country from were the two of you lived- You silently vowed to bring at least a taste of his home to him-

So for two months you'd been gathering ingredients and experimenting to make some folds from his home-town.

Did you have any real idea what you were doing?- No.

Did you know if these were ment to be eaten together?- Hell No.

Were you trying your best? Absolutely.

Speaking of trying your best- it was dead winter, 7inches of snow a day easy and what doesn't grow in winter?

Apricots-

So many Apricots in most of these recipes from near his home. Apricots cakes, wines, pastries, even in sauces with pork!

So you finding apricots was the most important thing. You tried the internet but didn't trust the quality from most places or they were dried which wouldn't have worked-

That's when you ventured out being forced to touch grass- Well snow in this case.

Market after market, looking in their freezer section to produce you couldnt find shit for the first 2 weeks of this adventure.

You were honestly thankful you were pregnant since when you went to the village closest to you asking for apricots in dead of winter- people assumed it was a desperate cry for a craving and a older women gave you a bag of them from her deep freeze she had saved. You of course paid her handsomely for the kind gift

This thrn started your dark road of trying to figure out these fucking recipes-

You tried every recipe and varient you could, pulling up photos of restaurants near your husband's origin and trying to match them-

Another blessing of being pregnant was being able to eat any failed attempts or trying recipes that wasn't going to be fed to König.

However the time had finally come! König was going to be home within the next hour, having called you the night before from his train station to tell you his arrival and you'd fluttered to make sure everything looked perfect.

"Alexa! Set a timer for 20 minutes!" You called out, flipping the cutlet seeing the even golden crust.

Reaching over you check the goulash stewing in the pot and saw it was almost done. Stirring it once before you checked on the bread dumplings and pulled them from the boiling water- You hadn't made these before in your experimental 2 months so you were excited!

Bacon Bread dumplings- Time to taste!

Taking a big bite you paused- truthfully confused over what the fuck you'd just put into your mouth. Chewing for a while as you tried to figure out if you'd done something wrong or if your taste was more off then you thought due to the baby- after the second bite you knew it was the baby and not the food especially whem you spooned some of the goulash ontop.

"...You know what, I'm just gonna blame you for this-" You said pointing at your stomach which earned another fluttering feeling as you finished the dumpling and stew sample.

Pulling the cutlets you let them sit on a wire rack as you plate the potatos and salad Konig liked- However your eyes landed on the centerpiece of this meal and what you were so focused one. The Marillenfleck Cake.

Still cooling as the beautiful Fluffy pastry showed off its shivered almost and the delicate apricots baked into its Fluffy self.

A summer apricot staple you'd manage to drag into winter!

You suddently heard the sound of the truck pulling up to your home, jumping in excitement you set the finished goulash down on the table and rushed around for the final touches.

Setting the plates down you mentally high-five yourself and rush to the front room as you hear König walk in. Grumbling about the snow outside as he kicked off his boots-

"Welcome Home Honey" You say cheerfully, wadling yourself over to your man- He had his mask off, most likely shoved away in his pockets in desperate need of a wash and he seemed to have showered at base since the black paint wasnt around his eyes-

Soft gray eyes greeted you and König gave a wide smile, reaching out and scooping you quickly in his arms and kissing your lips.

"I have missed you Liebling, You and the baby are well?" He asked softly as his gloved hand touched the swell of your stomach.

"Yes, We are fine. I'm so glad your home" You say cheerfully, feeling your eyes get misty already just by having him home.

"I have a surprise for you" You say cheerfully and jump, making the man chuckle at your physical excitement or attempt since the belly seemed to keep your feet planted.

"Oh?" He chimed amused, peeling off his coat and gloves as you pulled him to the kitchen and waiting set dining table.

When König saw all the food, his heart fluttered. He saw how much time this took, slowly stepping forward as he gazed over your heard work in total shock.

"(Y/N)- You did so much.. You should be resting not slaving in the kitchen" He said softly, looking at you in worry for your effort in the fantastic meal set on the table.

"I wanted to give you a nice surprise, You hungry?" You saw with a smile- Konig chuckling at this as he nodded, pulling out your chair so you could sit first before sitting himself.

Severing plates König couldn't help but laugh at the wide variety you'd made, from pork schnitzel and potato salad and the goulash and dumplings. Eating happily he hummed delight.

"I'm impressed! Very Gud Mein Liebling!" Demolishing the plates infront of him as the two of you sported casual conversation and König feeling your baby bump-

"And for dessert" You say cheerfully as you cut him a slice of the cake and set it before him. His face twisting in confusion.

"Liebling were did you get marillen {apricots} in winter?-" He asked genuinely confused as he cut into the pastry clearly doing a lot of mental math in trying to figure out how you manages this.

"It's a long story, but I got them!" You said cheerfully cutting open your own and taking a massive bite- Giving a laugh at how delicious it tasted and how you'd managed to not fuck anything up.

Raising a brow of this he hesitated ever so slightly before taking a bit of the dessert and paused, his eyes softening as an almost sad smile hit his lips.

"Konig?.." You say softly as he looked to you- His own eyes misty.

"I haven't had this cake since my Mutti made it for me before she passed-" He said softly, taking another bite of the dessert and smiling. Your heart Sinking at his words-

"I was always so scared to try it again since I knew it wouldn't taste the same" He smiled fondly as he reached out and pulled your seat close to him, love in his gaze.

"I don't know how- But youve made it taste just like the one she made" He said softly, wrapping his arm around you as he kissed your hair and you could feel the waves of emotion off of him.

"Danke my love" He said softly, lips still pressed to your hair as he held you tighter. Of course hormones not helping as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Anytime"

[lethalchiralium]

Delicate | Simon “Ghost” Riley x König x AFAB!Wife!Reader (18+)

a/n: do not burn me at the stake this is like the third time i’ve ever written smut LEAVE ME BE (thank you @as-is-above-so-below for beta-ing you’re so awesome) ALSO THIS IS A COMPLETE STAND ALONE HAHA

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY, ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED. AFAB Anatomy. Pregnant sex, oral sex (F receiving), lactation kink.

18+ BELOW THE CUT

“C’mon, Mama, stay still.”

Your hands fisted the sheets below you as both of your husbands lay on top of you - both touching you for the first time in weeks.

König settled in between your thighs, thin brown stubble scratching your soft skin as he sucked on your clit. His arms curled around your legs to keep you in place, one of his large hands settled on the juncture between your hip and leg to hold you down.

Ghost was cradled in your arms, sucking on your leaking nipple as his fingers tweaked the other. You held both of their heads by their hair, your back arched up from the mattress as König’s tongue fell further.

You wanted them to take you again, hold you down as they rammed their cocks into you at an excruciating pace - but your rounded and pregnant belly made everything difficult. This would suffice, though; they had been gone for a few weeks, and your fingers just couldn’t satisfy you like theirs could. Damn your pregnancy hormones, nauseous one minute and horny the next. You were glad you had them both, satisfying both of your needs - your breasts painfully full of milk and the need to be fucked.

König’s tongue was long, yet not as skilled as Ghost’s, and even though he gave you shallow laps with it, you were ready to explode. Your hand curled at the root of his jaw length brown hair, pushing him further into your cunt - feeling his tongue push in. As soon as he shoved the rest of his tongue into you, Ghost’s teeth nibbled at your nipple. Your hand tugged at his short hair, pushing him farther into your breast.

Pressure on the top of your clit came from Ghost’s thumb, and you bucked your hips into König’s face; his tongue dug deeper and he groaned in pleasure. He sucked at your cunt, making your head roll backwards on the pillow.

With a little pop from your nipple, Simon pulled away, taking large breaths in quickly. “Doin’ okay?”

You nodded feverishly, mouth open and panting. “Fuck me already.”

König pulled away from your cunt, “I’m too long for her, might hurt the little one.” He leaned back up, you whined at the missing heat. “Switch me.”

“On your side,” Simon muttered, and you willingly complied feeling like a dog in heat the way you needed them. It would be best for you to be on your side with Simon’s tendency to collapse on top of you or König - and no matter how they would do anything at your request, the child that grew in your womb was theirs to protect. Didn’t matter whose it was biologically, neither man would harm that child. “Tell me if I hurt you,” Simon murmured against your ear as his hand crept between your legs, your breath hitched. Your back curled against his chest as his thicker fingers traced shapes on your clit, your eyes tightly shut.

The bed creaked as König laid in front of you, bringing his now clean fingers to your face, rubbing your cheek as he pressed his forehead into yours. “Breathe, Liebling.”

Your forehead dug into König’s, panting as he moved one of his hands down to your heat, but not touching you where you wanted - his hand held onto your thigh and pulled your leg up just a little bit.

It wasn’t more than a second before Simon pushed himself in, your eyes rolled back into your head as you let out a lewd moan, and König pressed his lips to yours, cutting off the sound and squeezing your thigh. Heat pooled from the middle of your chest all the way down to your core, your walls clenching around Simon’s cock. The man behind you groaned, his face pressing into your shoulder as he kept pushing in.

The soft kisses from König almost kept you distracted as Simon dragged his teeth against your skin when he bottomed out. “Touch me,” you whimpered, “Please.”

The man in front of you pressed another kiss to your lips before you felt Simon’s hand take your leg from him, allowing him to press his fingers into your clit. As soon as you jolted from the pleasure, Simon pulled out a little and thrusted back in - your mouth pulled into a silent scream as he began to pound into you.

König kept his hand on your clit, the other holding your face as you panted, euphoric and hormonal. His thumb rubbed circles into your bundle of nerves, your head moved forward into König’s neck.

“Such a good mama,” the man in front of you whispered into your ear, the head of Simon’s cock hitting the spongy spot in your pussy and making you whimper. “Being so good to us.”

Simon’s forehead still against your shoulder, his grip holding onto your hips as he kept drilling into you - knowing he wasn’t long enough to hurt the baby, but thick enough to make you go stupid.

“Taking him so well, is this what you wanted?” König mumbled to you, and you nodded feverishly in response. “Oh, Liebling. You’re just so needy.”

“Yes,” You panted, nodding into his neck. “Yes yes yes,”

“Did you touch yourself while we were away?” His words made you want to move your hand from his hip and pull his cock out of his pants, stick it in next to Simon’s and let them have at it. But, you just nodded as Simon’s hand shifted your leg up higher so he could thrust at a deeper angle, pulling another yet another groan from you. “Just so needy.”

“Horny, is the word.” Simon muttered from gritted teeth, his forehead sticky against you. “Fuckin’ tight, bloody Hell.”

“So good, let him take whatever he wants, hm? If our little baby was not inside of you right now, I would shove myself in beside him. I’d go so slow, you’d never want to leave,” König’s teeth nipped your chin before he placed wet kissed to your neck, teeth grazed supple skin as the sound of Simon’s hips hitting your ass grew louder. There was a long moment it was only the melody that was your love. König sucking on your throat, your moans into König’s ear as Ghost rutted into you, choked grunts escaping his throat. König lapped at the bites he made before murmuring, “You’ll never leave us, right, princess?” His kisses made it down to your breasts, his long and warm tongue dragging over a leaking nipple. You jolted against Simon, clenching around him and he let out a surprised laugh.

“Tell us princess, tell us what feels so good,” Simon smirked against your skin. “And we’ll do even better for you.”

———

Copyright © 2023 lethalchiralium. All rights reserved.

[konigsblog]

toxic!reader who impregnates toxic!könig... they're toxic in different ways, you could say (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

[comfortless]

hello beloved 🥰 🫶 every time you mention ‘The Dungeon’ whatever da hell that is my brain just goes dungeon crawler! könig! dungeon crawler! könig! so might i request a dungeon crawling könig?

what the hell. do not send König down here… get him away from me…. *immediately forgets everything else i was doing to begrudgingly write this*

sigh… dungeoneer! König x fem! reader

content / warnings: violence, sexism, suggestive.

Retrieving the golden eye of a wyrm to be made into a lovely pendant for the Queen would pay well, keep him afloat and drifting from land to land for long enough to decide upon where to settle. The posting tacked to the wall of the inn, detailing a handsome reward, was surely the sign from a benevolent god that a glorious fate had been handed to him on a silver platter. He stuffs the parchment into the pocket of his trousers as he downs the last of his ale, tosses his coins to the barmaid on his way toward the door and sets off for the deepest dungeon in the kingdom.

There are no bright-eyed knights lobbying around the entrance, a good sign that the wyrm’s bounty was all his to claim. It makes him elated, really, and the idea of finally having his own place, bedding down with a pretty maiden each night is even more of an adrenaline rush than the actual fighting that comes the moment he steps foot into the darkened underworld. The dungeon is filled with the reanimated skeletons he’s grown so accustomed to— a quick jab with his claymore to the center of the spine leaves them a crumpled heap of bone and dust. They’ll rise again when the moon hangs lofty in the sky, but he’s done this enough times to know the best way of navigating such a place. The other beasts haunting the cavernous ruins are a bit trickier to deal with, and he’s fortunate that most shy away from the light of his torch.

Only, she does not.

The woman standing before him in full plate armor is poised for battle, blade making a steady ascent above her head in preparation to strike as her lantern is cast aside. She charges at him before he can even breathe out a word of protest, swinging the heavy sword at him so quickly that at most, he can only thrust his torch before him to prevent her plunging the tip between his ribs. She’s quick to draw back when the wood splinters and the fire sparks up on dry bone and the tattered remains of clothing from all that came before layered upon the dirt and grime coated floor. The blaze of the fire seems pale in comparison to the flames in her eyes as she pivots towards him again, and once more— he merely blocks.

“A maiden shouldn’t be here,” he says through gritted teeth as he easily pushes her back against the wall, caging her between the flat of his blade and the bulk of his body.

He hadn’t realized the ache in his groin until the woman tilts her head up to spit in his face. König doesn’t bother to wipe it away, to even pretend to be disgusted by her actions. From this small breadth between them all he sees is divine beauty— even as her eyes narrow like that of a viper preparing to strike.

“A knight to be,” she corrects him as he gives her blade a shove, the sounds of steel hissing against steel and crackling fire echoing throughout the cavern.

“Not likely.”

Their fight drags on for what feels like hours before his flask his split at his hip and she finally does back down. Even this lady knows well enough that being lost in a dark dungeon with no source of light and no water is a death sentence, and she finds him both incredibly frustrating and fun enough to keep him a live just a little longer. He’s adept enough to block even her quickest strikes, parry her with a gentle jab to her side with his index rather than his blade. He’s shown her her own weak points during their little battle, and she’s garnered a bit of respect for him for that.

As she sheaths her blade and locks eyes with him, his erection is practically trying to tear through the seams of his pants. She’s so pretty, so strong, so unlike the barmaids and damsels in distress he’s come across so often and it’s all gnawing at the recesses of his mind. The bounty almost entirely forgotten, he wants not to penetrate the wyrm with his blade but rather spear her with his cock.

He reaches for her, almost tentatively hoping to somehow melt through her armor and feel the warmth of her flesh. She’s doesn’t pull away when his hands rest against her waist, just gives him a little flutter of her eyelashes before rearing a hand back to almost playfully strike his face just before she turns on the heel of her boot and gathers her lantern.

König follows along behind her, not just out of necessity, but because she asks him to. Beckons him along with the curl of her gloved finger, coos at him when he falls behind trying to picture her body beneath the layers of chainmail and fitted steel.

“I’m taking the bounty,” she tells him when they stop to take a sip from her flask, feast on the preserved fruit and dried meat from his own satchel.

It reminds him of why he’s come all this way, what he’s supposed to be doing here. He’s a little tense— on one hand he wants to give this lady the entire kingdom, make her his wife and rid away those silly thoughts about becoming a knight, but she’s so determined!! He’s at a loss on how to tell her that there are no women knights in the land, that no matter what she brings back for the King she’ll probably only be mocked and sent on her way.

“Let me help you,” he says instead.

“You would lend me your blade?”

He just blinks at her… this silly woman has spent far too long dreaming and watching the knights in the castle yard, he just knows it. Down to the way she speaks! She’s incredible and infuriating, just as he is to her. It makes him want to push her just a bit, see what she’s capable of entirely before they part ways (she is never getting rid of him).

“What do I get in turn?”

The little knight mulls that over for a moment, as she leads him down a long corridor; everything all gilded and decorated, lit aglow by the dim orange of lantern light. The golden coins, rolls of fine silk now muddied and trampled littering the floor are enough of a sign to show they’ve nearly made their way to the heart. The wyrm would no doubt be lying in wait at the end, resting protectively over its hoard of cattle bones and shiny objects, golden eyes piercing through the darkness as it prepares for the fight to come.

It’s when the wyrm’s first hissing growl rings out through the darkness that she does turn back to face him, a mischievous little grin tugging at her lips.

“Only to live another day.”

“Nein… something else.”

He can’t stop himself from pawing at her again, curling a hand around her neck to tilt her chin up to face him. Her breath fanning over his face, her scent like peony and lantern oil make him feel drunk enough. The hand that slides between his legs to grasp at his cock is far from anything he ever anticipated from her. She was bold, too bold and too pretty for her own good.

Fate had blessed him more than he could even begin to fathom, after all.

[random0lover]

Oh god I’m crying

This was so beautiful and sweet and I can honestly just imagine Melissa looking down smiling at them 🥺 it sucks that’s she couldn’t be there but I’m glad Amy has a loving family.

And the twins? I’ve always loved the idea of Simon being a twin dad and I’m so glad you did that, and their names are so cute! Naming them after some of the most important people in their life is so sweet and when soap ran and hugged Simon it made me laugh while I was crying 🥹

Getting to see Simon so happy and in love is just one of my most favorite things ever and honestly domestic 141 is literally the key to my heart right now.

But thank you for this absolutely beautiful story… I can honestly say that it’s one of my most favorite works I’ve ever read on this app and I can’t wait for the epilogue!

Oh and what we did to Keller? That was so fucking bad ass literally had me over here celebrating 🥳

And they were Rommates (ending)

warnings: EVERYTHING? MATURE CONTENT DEATH ALL OF IT.

this is an edning... the epilogue will be coming, and i'm working on the epub version.

The next few days were exhausting. Amy was going through a lot. She refused to do anything or go anywhere if she wasn't with you or Simon. You completely understood it. You had already decided to make an appointment with a therapist for her, hopefully helping her deal with her fear. 

You had gone through some serious meetings, voicing out your anger. Hopkins was under investigation. His incompetence had to be stopped. 

All the while at home it was a frenzy. You had moved into Simon's room, leaving your room to Amy. She had a hard time being alone, she'd often sleep in your bed with Simon, or you and Simon would have to rush to her bedroom in the middle of the night. 

Price had offered to watch over her one night so you could rest, but it had been automatic. As soon as the little whimpering was heard, Simon had jumped off the bed, waking you up in the process. You instantly ran after him, quickly knowing what it was all about. Price had sighed, giving up, there was nothing keeping you and Simon away from the child.

She had become the center of your and Simon's attention. And the weeks passed. Time trying to heal the wounds. Amy had started therapy, it seemed to help a bit, she agreed to sleep in her new bedroom and as a compromise she knew that she could at any time join your room if she was scared. Simon had pouted, he adored being able to sleep with his two favorite girls. 

As Amy started to accept her new bedroom, the boys had decided to start the makeover. Price and Simon had been extremely focused on it. The girl now had a princess room, pinks whites and drapes. Everyone had offered princesses dresses that she kept as a collection. It was during one of the moments where almost everyone was working in the bedroom that the little girl came to you to ask something. 

"Y/N… i miss mama… do you think… she lookin at me?" 

You felt a little pinch in your heart. You had remembered the funeral. A horrible moment for you and her. You'd still very often take her to Melissa's grave where you had decided to keep fresh flowers as often as possible. 

"I know you miss mama. I miss her too… and I know… for sure, that she's looking over you. She's proud of you. I'm absolutely sure of it." 

You had caressed her cheek, as she leant in, climbing to your lap to hug you. 

The week passed, yes. And things slowly changed. Soap and Margo had decided to move in together, a house really close to yours. Konig and Grim were sharing an apartment two streets away. Price had asked Liz to move in with him, deciding that time wasn't worth wasting. Gaz had decided to move in with Richard and Aquila right in front, the three becoming quickly inseparable. The house felt a bit empty. Although they'd often pass by, at least three times a week and every weekend. 

Amy had learnt about your pregnancy. First she looked really happy, excited even. For a few days she looked sad, you had tried to talk to her and had cried when she asked if you'd replace her with the new baby. You had of course comforted her, that she was part of the family and absolutely nothing would replace her. 

She wouldn't call you mom. And you didn't want her to nor would you force her. You'd accept it if she desired to. But her mother was Melissa. You were aunty, Y/N, sparrow. And Simon was ghost, ghosty or Simon. It was perfect like this. 

The pregnancy was going well. At 14 weeks, you had started to show quite well. Simon was obsessed with you. It was hard to keep your hands off of each other. Truly. Amy had accepted to go to the mall with the team, you had remained home with him. 

You felt warm. Horny. And he kept looking at you possessively, as if you were the most precious delectable thing on earth. 

"Simon… you're staring." You teased, feeling how wet you were. 

"How could I not? You're stunning. I want to make you mine…" he growled, slowly stepping towards you. 

You had frowned, looking at your swollen stomach before teasing him again. 

"Wait. Didn't you already?" 

You had giggled as he tackled you softly on the couch, kissing you deeply. You had moaned very quickly. 

"What was that? Do you want me darling?" He took his chance to tease you back. 

You whined, kissing again, tasting him and moaning. Clothes were long gone, pulling and scratching to finally feel the skin to skin. It was more than a craving. It was a necessity, a comfort. It felt intense. Passionate. 

"Simon please…" 

He had chuckled. He still loved teasing you. He'd finger you slowly. Lowering himself to drop soft kisses to your belly, making you giggle through moans. Kisses traveled to your tender breast, mouth licking and sucking at your sensitive nipples. 

"Simon..!" You whined again. 

"So impatient…" he chuckled. 

"Don't tease a pregnant woman!" You pouted. 

"My apologies…" he added with a grin. 

He positioned himself in between your legs, tip playing with your clit, making you moan more, desperation creeping on you. 

"You alright?" 

You nodded, biting your lip, feeling the tip at your entrance, slowly pushing in. You felt amazing, the stretch and fullness almost immediately responding to your raging hormones. Simon's groans and grunts only added to your desperation. He was slow, deep. He'd rarely fuck you roughly now, too scared to hurt you or the baby, thought he'd be glad to give in if you felt comfortable enough. Hands on him, lips dancing, you felt yourself wanting to cry at the intensity of your pleasure. He softly wiped the tears, dropping kisses to your cheeks, and neck. 

"Lieutenant…" 

You were close. So close. It edged you, torturing you. He increased the pace, feeling himself get closer and closer. 

"Fuck… so pretty… round with my baby…" 

God… he was so proud of it. You felt it, in the way he fucked, kissed you, gazed upon you. 

"You're mine … all mine." 

You were. Eternally. Foreheads touching, you felt yourself ready to burst. 

"Are you going to cum… huh? You gonna cum with me baby?" 

You whimpered, tears streaming. Close. So close. 

"Fuck… mine. All mine…" he growled. 

"Simon… ple…please… gonna… cuuum.." 

"Cum for me… cum with me… fuck… marry me…" 

Tipping over the edge, orgasm hitting you like an avalanche, you were exactly sure you heard it. You felt him cum, lips biting your neck softly, making sure to leave a mark. 

Your high was slowly coming down, panting and heart stammering. He braced himself not to fall on you, but he remained hidden in your neck. You smiled to yourself. He probably was mortified to have asked it, especially like that. 

"Yes …" you let out through your panting. 

He had slowly gotten up, looking at you, wide eyed. 

"Yes. I'll marry you." You added. 

He had smirked, letting out a small laugh. 

"Fuck yes. Miss Riley." 

You had joined him in his laugh, loving looks and kisses making you melt into each other. 

The news had spread like a wildfire. Everyone was already battling for a place in the wedding party. Simon had lost patience, threatening that you'd elope if they kept bickering. You were impatient. You wanted it. He had noticed it. You had walked home one day, after a shopping session with Liz and bishop that cornered you to buy a dress. Walking into the garden to a surprise wedding. Flowers and fairy lights. Amy ran to you, white little princess dress, Simon in a suit. You almost fell out of place until bishop had reminded you of the dress you had bought. It wasn't a wedding dress, but it was stunning and comfortable. And you were heavily pregnant. 

Simon had teared up, Kate had walked you down to him, Price patting him in the back. To your biggest surprise, all your friends were officing. Apparently they had all decided to get certified and marry you. You had cried. Simon simply looked at you like you were the world. Everything. And you looked at him like he was your hero, the rest of your existence. 

Amy was thrilled to bring the rings, the kiss making everyone cheer. Madame Riley. Miss Riley. Simon kept whispering it to you. Like a prayer. Trying to realize it. 

The whole base knew by morning. Soap really couldn't shut up. But god did it make you happy to hear the recruits greet you with a 'good morning Miss Riley'.

Your next ultrasound was scheduled early, Price and Amy coming with you as Simon had to be on base. He had pouted all week for not being able to go, you had promised to come see him immediately after. 

The nurse walked in as you laid down on the table. Price sat next to you on a chair, Amy on his lap. 

"Well, good afternoon, Miss Riley. How are you feeling?" 

"Swollen. Huge. But I'm fine." You joked. 

"Well, it should be soon!" 

You frowned. 

"Soon? I'm only in my second trimester." 

He frowned too before relaxing. 

"Oh, well every pregnancy is different. Sometimes the babies like to be comfy."

"Are you saying I'm too big?" You teased, a hint of annoyance. 

The cold gel made you shiver. The ultrasound started, everything was fine until the nurse froze, eyes squinting at the screen. 

"Is something wrong? If there's something wrong, tell me. Now." You panicked. 

"It's hum… it's nothing bad. Don't worry. But I have to check something with the doctor alright?" 

Price rose, Amy in his arms, stepping closer to you. 

"Price…" you looked at him, worry in your voice. 

"It's alright. Breathe. Don't start panicking, it's probably nothing." He said, a warm signature smile on his lips. 

The doctor had walked in, greeting you, taking his turn on the ultrasound. 

"Alright… so. Here." He started pointing at the screen. "We can see a head, and here… is a second head." 

You blinked. What? 

"Two? Twins?" Price asked. 

"Exactly. Which would explain why you look so far along. It explains your recent blood test as well. It seems to be fraternal twins." 

"What… does that mean?" You frowned. 

"They don't share a placenta. They're not identical twins." He explained with a smile. 

You let out a breath you were holding. It was nothing. Just twins. JUST TWINS?! 

"OH GOD…PRICE." 

He chuckled, Amy understood the situation and she cheered, so happy that two babies were joining the family. 

The way to base was a rush of anxiety. How were you going to break the news to Simon? How was he going to react? 

"Y/N. Calm down love. It's going to be alright." Price said with a soothing voice. 

You took a deep breath. It was going to be ok. 

The team was already waiting when Price parked the car. Everyone was there, Kate included. 

You had stepped out of the car, getting Amy from her car seat as she wiggled in your arms, impatient to run to Simon. Price stood next to you, winking at you before turning towards the team with you. Yes. Breaking the news. Amy ran to Simon, screaming, screeching like an adorable banshee. 

"THERE'S TWO BABIES!!!" 

Price burst out laughing as you closed your eyes, absolutely hating Soap for spending so much time with Amy and Tyler. You opened them back when the team let out surprised happy noises while Simon looked at you with wide eyes, Amy already climbing out of his arms to run to Tyler. You walked to him as he stepped towards you. 

"Two? Two babies?" He repeated. 

"Yes… twins… " you answered with a comforting smile. 

He looked panicked. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. Price cleared his throat, gaining his attention. 

"Simon. Your wife is waiting for you to say something." 

"Hum… yes. It's very good news. Of course darling… will… will I be up to the task?" He said, worried. 

"Oh… Simon. Of course. We'll be together…I'm scared too…" you confessed. 

"You don't need to. Look around you two." Price added. 

The team looked at you. 

"There's a whole village with you. You're not alone." He concluded. 

He was right. You weren't alone. Not one second. Simon seemed to relax. He held you in his arms, close to him. 

"You're amazing bunny… simply amazing… I'm in awe at you…" he whispered. 

You blushed, biting your lip. 

"We're going to make it… it'll be fine." You whispered back. 

"Damn LT… two right in the first try… you need to stop the caffeine." Soap joked.

Simon groaned, slowly turning his head to soap to send him a death glare as the team burst out laughing. 

Two babies. If the team was already obsessive with your pregnancy before now it was a hundred times worse. You couldn't catch any alone time. Picking up something wasn't even possible, gaz or soap or Liz running to help you. 

"I am not handicapped!" You snapped. 

You were closely watched. The pregnancy wasn't too risky but perhaps the fear that something might happen to lieutenant Riley's wife and babies was enough to set the whole base alight. It was definitely enough to have two doctors following the pregnancy and check-in on you regularly. 

You were getting pissed. Annoyed. You wanted to breathe a bit. The weeks passed, the first kicks that had Simon glued to you, feeling each little push of your belly. You'd find him close to your stomach, whispering to the two little beings inside. 

In the middle of your third trimester, stress and anxiety mixed with impatience. Simon was running around preparing the nursery, price and soap helping. Causing Simon to often get annoyed at the Scottish man. 

You also had let your nerves get the best of you.

"No! I'm going to the park with Amy and Riley. And I do not need a babysitter. That's enough!" 

"But… Y/N…" gaz tried. 

"Gaz. You're a sweetheart, but I will snap at the next person who doesn't let me wash the dishes or GET A CUP OF WATER ON MY OWN." 

He had nodded as you finally sighed. 

"Sorry…" 

"I understand. You need some time to breathe. It's probably stressful already without having us smoldering you at all times." He said with a smile. 

You sniffed, nodding a bit. 

"Alright, alright. But be careful, keep your phone on you." 

You rolled your eyes but agreed. 

Taking Amy to the park was a good moment to rest your mind. Amy enjoyed running around and playing with the rest of the children. A small cafe had an open terrasse, right in the children's playground for children's parents. You hummed at the chocolate cake in front of you and juice in your cup. You glanced at Amy running around, Riley had decided to remain with her, keeping an eye on her. 

You phone vibrated, grabbing your attention. Kate was calling. 

"Hello?" You answered. 

"Where are you?" She asked in a rush. 

"Calm down. I'm at the park with Amy." You answered slightly annoyed. 

"Y/N. Keller is on base. He's here to grab the rest of his stuff." She let out, worried. 

You sighed. Would you ever be at peace?

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm in public, the idiot won't try anything. If he does, he won't get far." You answered. 

"I'm sending Simon and Price to you." She warned. 

"Fine!" You let out, hanging up. 

Her phone call was a premonition. A warning that would foreshadow him. You looked up as Keller walked to you, taking the seat in front of you, cup in front of him. 

"So he knocked you up huh?" He spoke with a disgusted grin on his lips. 

You smiled. You were oddly relaxed. Yes. 

"Indeed. Twins. A boy, and a girl." You stated as if you were talking to a long lost friend. 

"You ruined my life. My career." 

"You did all the work. I have no credit." You answered, taking a bite of the cake. God it was amazing you had been craving it for the last hour. 

"I'm not going to let you get away with it!"

You chuckled. Looking intensely behind him, making him look back. Perfect timing. 

"Listen Keller. I'm going to give you one chance. To walk away." You said, steady, threatening tone. He turned back to you. 

"I'm not afraid of you." 

"You should. Especially now. I'm pregnant. With Amy. Alone. And you're trying to threaten me. It's possibly the stupidest thing you could do." 

"And what are you going to do? Throw cake at me? I'm too close to you. No one will manage to help you on time." He took a long gulp of his drink. 

"I'm not the one who needs help. Long ago you treated me like an enemy. You know what I'm capable of. Especially after everything I've been through. I grew." You said. 

He frowned. Confused. 

"Let me explain it to you." You started, cleaning your hands on your napkin. "You know. At first, I was all alone. Kept in a little cage, where Kate would come see me once in a while. I'd go to base, where people would be weary of me. Too far from the people I once knew. 

I've gone through a lot. I lost, I loved. I met him. 

He walked into my life with that skull mask like an actual ghost." You laughed softly to yourself 

"It was hard. But it was worth it. He was worth it. He became everything to me. The way he loves me… is beyond what I'd ever deserve. He ran in, with his team behind him and nested in my heart where I gladly kept them there. I wasn't lonely anymore. And I was lucky enough to be loved by him. 

He became everything you know?" You inquired like this was a perfectly normal conversation. 

"He is my morning, noon, and night… the smile, the cries. He made me queen of his realm and I turned him into my god. 

I lost so. DAMN. Much." Anger coated your voice now. 

"I still remember her laugh every time I see that little girl run around." You turned your head to watch Amy play with the neighborhood's kids. Keller opened his mouth to say something but you quickly interrupted. 

"You better let me finish." You threatened. 

"I have been through so much shit. You've beat me up. I was kidnapped. Almost killed. I lost him for a split second and it was the most painful thing I've ever had to live. I've lost Melissa, taken in that little girl. I… I got pregnant." Your voice is laced with something you didn't ever expect to experience in your life. Your hand stroked the roundness of your belly where two little souls were aching to meet the world. 

"Tell me Keller." You asked. "Do you think that after all of this… after all I've gone through… the betrayal by the people of this base who should have kept it safe, I'd walk around… with my precious Amy, pregnant, without safety?" 

"Ha… you talking about that dog?" He chuckled darkly looking at Riley who laid near the playground watching Amy. 

You chuckled darkly as well. 

"Oh no… no. I've realized that I can't bear to lose them. My family. So. How's that drink of yours?" You grinned. 

He looked taken aback before suddenly opening his eyes wide. 

"You know, a woman created a poison, completely untraceable, she sold it in a bottle of perfume for women who wanted to kill their abusive husbands. Of course. It took a while to figure out the recipe, it was so many decades ago, but… I got it. I've decided I won't let anyone else threaten me and my family. Ever. " Your eyes had filled with a determination, a will that promised raging wars and death. 

"Y/N!" You heard. 

You smiled, glancing back. Simon rushed to you, Price and Liz not too far. 

"Hi my love." You greeted him, with a soft smile. 

"Are you alright?!" He worried, glancing darkly at Keller. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine." You smiled up at him, hugging his hand. 

"What did you give me?!" Keller panicked, his face growing red. 

"I gave you warnings. I gave you a chance. And you decided to ignore them." You finally said, standing up. You dropped some money on the table, the waitress not too far. 

"Miss… I think you should call the med bay. The gentleman seems to be having an allergic reaction." You faked a worried voice. 

You called on Amy, Riley following her as she ran to you. Simon held you to him walking back to the rest of the team. 

"What happened?" 

"He tried to threaten me. I decided I had enough. I have too much to lose to be a little bird." You explained, a wide smile on your face. 

He picked up Amy, hugging her tightly. He had a wicked grin under his mask.

"That's my wife."

You were unsure of what happened to Keller. Kate had kept it secret from you and you hadn't tried to search. You didn't care. It was too close to your due date, and you felt like you'd explode any second. It made you irritable. Very. The only ones who seemed to be perfectly safe from it were Amy and Price. Poor Simon tried his best to soothe your anger bursts, and he mostly managed. 

You paced around, restlessly. You remembered how the doctor said walking would help with the labor. You wanted them out. Without offending the babies, you wanted them out. 

"Darling, breathe. You'll tire yourself." Simon spoke from the kitchen, making the rest of the team chuckle. 

"Tell your kids to get out then. I feel like a whale. My feet are swollen and I constantly need to pee." You said with annoyance. 

"If they're as stubborn as you, you might have to wait a little while." He teased. 

You wanted to laugh, but the annoyed part of you also wanted to flip him off. 

"Listen here Simon Riley, this is your fault because you can't keep your hands to yourself and wear protection, so God help me I-" 

It felt wet. Very. You gasped, the room turning silent. Amy let out a 'ew' as soap let out a little 'i'm gonna be sick…'. 

You straightened yourself, taking a deep breath. Simon was frozen, wide eyed, awaiting for orders. 

"Simon, please get the bags. Price, could you drive us to the hospital? I'm unsure my husband is responding to outside stimulus right now." 

"Absolutely, let's go." 

The way to the hospital was chaos. The entry to the hospital was chaos. Squad 141 and your team, Amy, and Tyler running around Kate showed up to a wreck of a waiting room. 

"Ok every one shut it." Kate ordered. "First of all if you want to stay here, all of you, you better behave. Y/N my love, we got you a private room upstairs, the team can wait in a secluded area, but only if you want to." She said in a much softer voice. 

You felt the begining of contractions. You winced. 

"They can stay. But please be quiet." You let out through gritted teeth. 

It took hours. Hours and hours. The more time passed, the more tired you felt. Simon had gone into a full panic. Kate and bishop tried to reassure him, first pregnancies could take time. 

"Simon…" you tried through pain.

He rushed to your side, holding your hand. 

"I'm ok, calm down… listen… I need you to go get the nurses…" 

"What?!" 

"No, calm down… the baby… one of them… is coming. Right. Now." 

He gasped before rushing out in panic to call… pretty much the whole hospital. 

An hour later.  You were finally able to witness the father of your children, hugging the little babies against him. He had taken his mask off, looking at your children with wonder and love. 

You were exhausted. It has been painful… exhausting. But fuck it was worth it. 

"We haven't found any names yet Simon…" you whispered. 

He looked up. Smiling brightly at you. 

"Oh my bunny… you did amazing… you're my warrior… anything you want, anything." 

You smiled to yourself rolling your eyes. 

"I'm serious. Look. Fuck… look. You gave me everything. You've made me the happiest man alive… before I stepped into that appartement, hating the fact I had to share a living space. Falling face to face with a little bunny like girl…" 

You chuckled. 

"I thought I was done. Just a soldier. A ghost. Killer, torturer… a monster not worth loving. You took me, loved me, showed me sympathie… you've… handled me through my bullshit… fuck. You gave me a chance. You've shown me I wasn't alone… I had a family, you gave me beautiful babies… I owe it all to you."

Tears burned your eyes as if you hadn't cried enough. 

"Simon… I Love you. More than anything. Thank you… for giving me a home." You whispered. 

"I love you. To hell and back." 

You chuckled. 

"So… names?" You tried again. 

"Anything my love, tell me what you have in mind." 

You smirked. 

"Well…" 

The next day, the team was allowed to visit. Simon had forbidden them to even try to come by during the first 24h real hours. 

"Hiiii!" Soap half yelled. 

"Shhuuuuuu" the group said. 

A little 'sorry' was heard from the poor boy. The babies were laying in their little cribs, both sleeping. Everyone surrounded them, Simon immediately standing to a protective stance. Amy in Price's arms stared in awe at the babies. 

"Amy, my monkey…" 

Price walked to you, dropping the little girl on the bed next to you. She hurried to hug you. 

"How are you my little monkey, you enjoy spending time with grandpa? I'm sorry you had to stay-" 

"It's ok, I had fun with grandpa and soap! They played princesses with me" she said with a big smile. 

"What do you think of the babies?" You asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"I'm really happy… I have two little cousins. They're cute." She said, eyes gleaming. 

"I'm really happy my love… I hope you know that you'll always be my little monkey." 

"I know" she hugged you tight. 

"Soap, keep touching their little hats and I'll punch you." You heard Simon. 

"Simon… it's alright" you scolded. 

"I wasn't playing with them, I was putting it back carefully." Soap whined. 

"So how's the mama?" Bishop and Kate walked to you. 

"Tired… but in bliss." You said with a smile. 

Small talk was started, hushed voices and whispers to make sure the babies remained in a peaceful slumber. Until the question was finally dropped. 

"So… what's the name of these angels?" Liz asked. 

Simon looked at you, from where he stood, arms crossed, near the babies. He walked to you, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. 

"Well… we would like to introduce to you. Aria Kate Riley. And Eli John Riley." 

Time stood still, silence filling the room. Soap suddenly let out a cry. 

"Are you crying sergeant?" Kyle asked immediately. 

Soap rushed to Simon, holding him in a tight hug. Simon looked at you before you threw him a knowing look. He patted soap's back. 

Soap let go, turning to Price. 

"They named him after us." 

"Yes sergeant I've noticed." Price answered, emotion betraying his own voice.

Bishop grabbed soap so Price could go hug Simon and kiss your forehead. 

Kate sat on the bed next to you. She threw a soft smile your way, earning a smile from you. 

"I am proud of you." She said. 

"Thank you. And… thank you, for bringing him into my life." You answered, with a knowing look. 

"I don't know -"

"Kate. No one would have agreed to get me a roommate. No one. You pushed it. You chose him… probably with Price." 

She looked down. 

"Thank you. Really." 

You turned to look at the new bickering near you. You sighed of content. Amy in Simon's arms, looking over your babies. The rest of the team surrounding them or you. 

Home. It felt like home. 

Simon looked at you, eyes gazing into you. Those beautiful eyes. His dirty blond hair and little scars. You remembered the first time he walked into your apartment, skull mask and duffle bag over his shoulder. You remembered the first breakfast you shared together. The first games. The first painful goodbyes and the way he saved you from Keller. You remembered it all. How everything slowly built itself to this moment. 

"I love you." The words escaped your mouth, forgetting the room, the people. Silence won. Only his voice resonated. 

"Oh bunny… I love you."

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Thank you.

[gremlingottoosilly]

könig X emotional pregnant reader when the baby shower cake doesn't have a colour ?

Konig fucked up. To his grace, he didn't really think it would be such a big deal - the whole gender reveal party (which consists of literally just you and him, your freshly kidnapped self not allowed to have friends, and Konig not having anyone who he would trust with his pregnant darling free at the moment) was kind of his idea. A way to make you feel a bit less tense about the whole getting pregnant thing. He knows you're still overly emotional about the whole kidnapping thing - you were almost hysterical when you took the test, squeezing his hand and almost punching him. He let you punch him because he kinda deserved it - for that dumb smile on his face, not able to hide his excitement. He actually knocked you up. Made you his. Konig was excited the whole week after the doctor's visit - he was having a boy, a little runt who would be just like him and would, hopefully, turn out to be half as pretty as his mom. Konig never thought he would even want to have children, still terrified at the thought of being like his father - but he stares at your empty, scared face and knows that having a kid would mean one very sweet thing. He won. Over you, your tears, and your attempts at escaping. Forced his way into your life and made you unable to leave. Fucking sweet. So, he kinda fucked up on this one. Wrote to a bakery and ordered a small gender-reveal cake. Went on a short rescue mission in another city and completely forgot about the filling. By the time the bakery broke his phone with calls about almost missing a cake picking-up deadline, he had decided it wouldn't really matter. But, oh, it did. With you - his precious, adorable, the prettiest wife in the world - hysterically sobbing on his chest, thinking you're going to give birth to an invisible baby. He tried to correct you, saying that if this was the case, he wouldn't have brought you cake - but at this point, you became hormonally violent and tried to choke him. Again. God, he didn't know that kidnapping a wife would lead to this. By the time you finally realized that he just kind of revealed you have a son on your own, it was too late not to punch him a few more times. He took it like a good boy - let you get all of your anger out on him like you can actually hurt him with this. He kissed your anger away afterwards, letting you eat most of the cake and then licked the crumbs off your lips like a gross dog. You are still not sure about the whole having a baby thing, but at least you could delegate all the efforts of buying boys' clothes to Konig.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Saffy Lemur's Call of Duty Masterlist

Last updated: 20.12.2023

A/N: Per a few requests, I’ve redone my masterlist to make it easier to navigate the fic categories 💕😊 Original Masterlist

💕💕💕Welcome!!!!💕💕💕

Simon "Ghost” Riley-

Smut Blurbs

Simon Exploring Choking Kink

Simon And Throat F*cking

Soap And Ghost Threesome

Using Simon To Get Off

Reunion Sex With Simon

Simon Realizing He Has A Daddy Kink

Simon With A Breeding Kink

Late Nights

You're a Minx, You Know That?

You're Mine

Crying During Sex With Simon Riley

Simon And Yours First Time Having Sex

Simon Riley Doesn't Fuck You, He Worships You

Simon's C*ck Being Nearly Too Big For You

Simon And Jealous Sex

Simon Loving The Sight Of You Being F*cked By Him

Simon Letting You Use Him To Forget About Your Bad Day

Simon Sharing You With Johnny

Simon Is a Giver In Bed

Angst Blurbs

You Can't Leave Me

Dreams

I've Got You, Kid

Simon Wanting To Break Up With You Because He Thinks You Deserve Better

Simon Can't Sleep Alone Without You After A Fight

Simon Having A Nightmare About Losing You

Simon Pushing You Away After A Night Together

Fluff Blurbs

Simon telling you he loves you for the first time

Simon Attempting To Cook For Date Night

Simon Riley Showing You His Face For The First Time

Simon Realizing He Has Fallen For You

Simon's Love Language

Simon Coming Home For Good

"I Do"

Asking Simon What His Biggest Regret Is With You

Simon Loves His Wedding Band

Simon Riley And His Kisses

Simon Excited To Call You After A Long Day

Simon Seeing His Family's First Holiday Ornament

Simon Coming Home To You

First Date With Simon

Simon Waking Up Next To You

Simon Comforting You During A Funk

Simon Telling You He Loves You For The First Time

Wanting Simon's Attention While He's Working

Simon Being Scared to Love You

Dad! Simon Blurbs

Simon's Daughter Introducing Him To Her Class

Simon And His Daughter At The Park

Simon's soft moment with his baby girl

Simon's Daughter and Wife Welcoming Him Home On The Tarmac After A Mission

Simon Doing His Daughter's Hair For The First Time

Simon And His Daughter Who Had A Nightmare

Simon Introducing 141 To His Family

Simon Meeting His Newborn For The First Time

Random One- Shots

Soap, The Matchmaker

I'll Take the Big Blue One!

Innate Desire to Protect

Innate Desire to Protect Part 2

Teach Me How To Ride?

Date With Your Lieutenant

Words of Wisdom

What's Your Favorite Color? (Part 2 to Words of Wisdom)

Simon's Bundle of Joy

141 Boys and Others Multi- Character Fics

Smut

141 + König & Alejandro With Reader Surprising Them With Lingerie

141 + König x Fem! Reader Going Down On Them

141 + König & Alejandro Eating Their Fem! Partner Out

141 + König Breaking their GN! Partners Bed

141 + König With Fem!Reader Riding Them

141 + König + LV Cumming Too Quick

141 + König Where Reader Asks Them For A Baby

141 + König Where They Hurt The Reader During Sex

141 + König Where The Reader Squirts For The First Time

141 + König Where Reader Accidentally Calls Them Daddy In Bed

Losing Your Virginity To 141 + König

141 + LV & König Begging Fem! Reader to Sit On Their Face

Giving 141 Boys Roadhead

Fluff

141 + König With Reader Who is a Major Cuddlebug

141 + LV & König x Reader, Where You Don't Say I Love You Back

141 + König x Reader's First Kiss

141 + König x GN Reader When You Slap/Grab Their Ass Playfully

141 + Konig Telling the Reader They Love Them for The First Time

141 + König & Alejandro With A GN! Reader Who Dodges a Kiss

141 + König Where The Reader Wipes Off Their Kiss

Catching 141 + König By Surprise With A Kiss

Angst

141 With Reader Who Uses Their Callsign in Emergency Situation

141 + König Where Fem! Reader Gets Jealous/Insecure

141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma

141 + König Rejecting Reader, Then Regretting It

141 + König Telling Reader They Hate Them In An Arguement

141 + König Crying In Front Of Reader For First Time

Headcannons

141+ Alejandro, Rudy, and Konig w/ Pregnant Reader Headcannons

141 + Königs Favorite Positions / How They Enjoy Sex HC's

141 + König Fluff Headcannons

Other

Ghost/Soap/König's Reaction to Reader Pouring Salt in Their Coffee

How the 141 Boys + König react to the reader getting an epidural

141 + König with a Reader Who Sneezes are Loud as Shit

141 + König Where The Reader Finds Out She's Having Twins

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As always, my inbox is always open for requests/questions/feedback! :)

[cupid-eclipse]

Chubby pregnant reader x Konig💗

Summary: Reader is trying to reach the sugar on the top shelf whilst being heavily pregnant.

It was inconvenient, really. You were just making some hot chocolate for both you and Konig when you realized that the sugar was on the top shelf. Huffing, you tried to reach it but failed miserably due to your baby bump that was making it difficult for you to reach the sugar because it kept hitting the kitchen counter.

You groaned, as you tried to reach for the sugar again and again but kept failing. Konig, on the other hand, was worried about you because you were taking too long. Were you making hot chocolate or creating hot chocolate?

When Konig saw what you were doing, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. You didn't even realize he was there as you were too frustrated to reach the frickin' sugar. Who the hell would even put the sugar on the top shelf when there's a pregnant woman in the–wait, no one else lived in your house except for you and Konig. It was Konig who had put the sugar there!

You scoffed, trying to calm yourself down when you suddenly felt soft hands wrapping around your pregnant stomach gently, protecting your bump from the sharp kitchen counter. "Need some help, mein schatz?" Konig chuckled against your ear.

You turned to him with a frown, lips pouted. "Did you put the sugar up there on purpose?" You asked, tone displeased. "Nein, i would never do it on purpose when my wife is carrying our baby in her stomach," Konig said, his tone soft.

"I forgot to put it back down yesterday, 'm sorry darling." He said, as he reached for the sugar and handed it to you. "Mein schatz, you need to be more careful next time. It is dangerous for you to keep hitting your bump on the kitchen counter like that, my dear. What if it hurts the baby?" He said with a sigh, a small frown on his face as he gently rubbed your stomach. "It's all because of this stomach that I'm not able to reach the top shelf," You said with a sob.

"Ay, don't say that," Konig said, cupping your right cheek with his hand hand while his other hand were still still gently rubbing your bump. "Look how amazing your bump is, you're carrying a whole human in there!" He gave you a soft smile before continuing, "And plus, that's our baby you're carrying, no? The safest place for our baby to grow in, it's normal for it to grow like that, mein schatz."

"But i swear, as long as I'm here, i will help you with everything. Even when you're not pregnant." He said, before gently kissing the tip of your nose. "My beautiful, wonderful wife." He whispered quietly.

Edit: CRYING OMG I ACCIDENTLY TAGGED SIMON RILEY INSTEAD OF KÖNIG'S NAME IN THE TAGS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[latenightdaydreams]

König for sure has a breeding kink

But what if his girl was infertile? Like straight-up sterile? Would he be upset, or would he have a lot of fun rawing the hell out of her?

I think no matter what, König will still be trying to get you pregnant. Even if his partner has a penis, he's still going to mentally be getting them pregnant😂 Except he can raw dog stress free.

König x Infertile!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab. infertile, p in v

1.0k word count

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König has always had an intense breeding kink. Every woman he’s had sex with, even if it was a one-night stand, he wanted to get her pregnant. He wouldn’t, but he wanted to. Just something about going in raw and cumming deeply into a fertile womb. The flip side is the actual baby. Having to be responsible for raising a whole human. What if he is a bad father like his father was? What if he’s too harsh on them and they don’t love him. Too soft and they don’t respect him? What if they don’t get along? So many fears. Too many, which is why he always wears a condom, even if the woman is on birth control. He’s never actually fucked raw.

Then he met you. You both met on a dating site and agreed to meet up for a coffee date. Something slow so you both can get to know each other. He thought you were absolutely stunning and enjoyed how easily the conversation flowed. One date turned into several and things were getting more serious. You both were ready to take things to the next level.

You asked König to come over to your apartment. Assuming you both would have sex, he made sure to shower well, get you flowers, and a delicate gold bracelet. He really liked you and wanted to make your first time together special.

 König got there and saw you looking beautiful as always. Walking inside, he handed you all of your gifts. He watched you closely and noticed a sad look in your eyes while trying to be happy. It made his heart drop that maybe you’re actually ending things. So, when you asked him to sit and talk with you, his heart sank.

With sad eyes he sat across from you on the couch. He reached his hand out and placed it on your lap, in his mind if you let him touch you still then maybe you aren’t going to leave him. You didn’t put your hand on his, but you also didn’t push his hand away. Maybe there was hope? Then you dropped huge news in his lap. You’re infertile. 100% not able to have children.

König looked at you for a while not knowing what to say at first. You figured this would be the end of it all. He would take back his gift and leave mad at you for wasting his time. His hand squeezed your thigh a little harder as he opened his mouth to speak.

After only thirty minutes of talking, you’re both in your bedroom, naked on your bed. König moves his head from between your legs and wipes his mouth once you ask for his cock, he wasn’t about to waste time. He gets up from the bed and goes over to his pants and begins to go into his pockets.

“What are you doing?” You ask sitting up.

“Getting a condom.”

“Oh, I assumed we wouldn’t use one…”

König looked at you quickly once you said that. Then it clicked. You can’t get pregnant, you’re both clean, so there’s no risk. “You… you want no condom?”

“I mean, it’s your choice, but I’m okay without.”

König quickly drops the condom and rushes back to you on the bed. He quickly grabs your legs and pulls you towards him. He was about to go in raw for the first time. He feels giddy like it’s his first time again.

He looks down and begins to rub his cock along you. The warmth and sensation of his cock slipping along your folds. He lets out a small groan, his cock not even in yet. “Are you ready?”

“I am.”

He moves his body forward and leans over you, his arms wrapped around your body. He begins to kiss along your forehead before he pushes in. Just the tip and he felt like he just stepped into heaven. You moan out and he moans as well as he continues to shove his cock into you. The texture of your gummy silky walls wrapping tightly around him makes you melt into you.

“Fuck…” König moans loudly as he begins to pull back and buck his hips rapidly.

Your hands reach out and grab his back, digging your fingernails across his skin. His cock so big it’s almost painful as he gives you no time to get use to him as he eagerly begins to fuck you. Your eyes close as his hands move down your body to grab your ass, lifting you up to meet his thrust.

“König!”

“Say my name again,” he groaned, his breathing heavy.

“König!” your legs shaking from the rush of pleasure

He pulls away and moves his body upright, he drapes each of your legs over his arms. His face focused as he looks down at you, he begins to pick back up his pace. Your breast bouncing in rhythm with his thrust. He didn’t want to cum before you, but fuck your cunt just feels too good.

“I can’t hold on any longer.” König closes his eyes and lets his head fall back as his face scrunches.

“Please, cum in me.”

Your words trigger that breeding kink, whether or not you can get pregnant, his brain wants to get you pregnant. He drops your legs and leans back over you, thrusting so harshly into you that you begin to scream.

“Beg for my cum.”

“Please, please cum in me.” Your voice sounds pathetic as you moan out to him.

“I’m going to fill you fucking with my seed,” he moans out before his pace slows and his cock begins to throb inside of you. “Gott!” He pushes as far as he can into you.

Panting, König pulls out and rests his body beside yours. He looks over at you smiling as you smile back at him. He watches as you begin to sit up.

“Where are you going?” He reaches out and stops you.

“Just to clean up, I’ll be back.”

“But I’m not done with you yet.” He chuckles and pulls you back to him for round two.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Lia's Cod Masterlist

Hi lovelies! This is my official CoD Masterlist to those of you who wish to have an overview of my content so far and future content. This is a short navigation of my works and I hope you guys enjoy it.

These are all arranged in chronological order :3

Sidenote: I JUST REALIZE HOW MUCH CONTENT I HAVE, IT'S FAR MORE THAN WHAT I EXPECTED THAT I'VE MADE.

Edit: I published it by accident 😭

Edit as of January 7, 2024: I will be editing my rules soon and though I have 18+ (only to indicate my age) in my bio, that doesn't mean that any minors cannot interact, you can because all my works are sfw (as far as I'm aware there are a few suggestive works). Even if they were nsfw, your internet consumption is not my responsibility and I'm not uncomfortable if you do decide to consume that content under the impression that you know what you are getting into once reading it.

This is all my replies to asks that are not content:))

This is the tag link to all my content that is my wroks

The dividers are brought to you by @anitalenia, who happened to so kindly and graciously accept my request and the amount of edits it took, I'm so sorry for the amount of work it took you love. Thank you so much for these amazing dividers and for being so patient with me even though you have work 😭🩷

Dating Headcanons Part 1

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Dating Headcanons Part 2

Characters Included: Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski

Dating Headcanons Part 3

Characters Included: König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves (+ some headcanons including the Shadows), Makarov???

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Synopsis: More headcanons and scenarios of Kyle "Gaz" Garrick as your partner.

Engagement Headcanons and Scenarios

Synopsis: Headcanons and Scenarios of Simon "Ghost" Riley before, during and after proposing to you.

Husband!Character/Wife!Character Series:

Simon "Ghost" Riley Version

John Price Version

John "Soap" MacTavish Version

Husband! and Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Series:

These are can be seen to be related to my Ghostie series.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon as your husband.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: Short imagines.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagines List

Synopsis: A bunch of scenarios with Dad!Simon.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a sick baby Headcanons and Imagines list

Synopsis: You and your husband take care of your sick baby. (Mainly your husband)

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley with a Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: How Simon was during the pregnancy and delivery of your baby girl.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Date Night Things

Little Ghost (Ghostie) Series:

My AU of Simon Riley with finally a family of his own, this is a self-insert with the reader being Simon's wife and my OC as their daughter.

Little Ghost

Synopsis: Your husband Simon came home to a surprise from you and Ghostie (Fluff).

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

Synopsis: Headcanons of TF141 interacting with Reader and Ghost's daughter.

More Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley and Taskforce Moments With Little Ghost

Synopsis: Halloween and other moments and headcanons for Ghostie.

Realizations (Simon "Ghost " Riley x fem!Reader)

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Synopsis: Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one (gn! Ghostie).

Little Ghost Holiday Drabble

Synopsis: Baking during the winters with your kids and husband during the holidays.

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: After a lengthy divorce, you and your now ex-husband have gone your separate ways, though your daughter keeps you tied to him. What happens when something brings you back to what you've been avoiding?

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 2

FWB!Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Your girl?" "My girl.."

Synopsis: Your ex finds himself at your doorstep ready to beg you to take him back after he cheated on you, unfortunate for him, your "best friend" Simon was there on the look out for you..

"Your girl?" "My girl.." (Part two) (NSFW)

- Part two written by @blingblong55

Cowboy!Outlaw!141 (My version)

Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..

Villain!Ghost AU

Teaser..

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wishes for your company..

(This will have it's own Masterlist)

Bringing your boyfriend/girlfriend to Sephora or a cosmetics store

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Dad!CoD Character Scenario (Imagine?)

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, König, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

What Type of BF/GF CoD Characters would be

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Their Reaction To You letting go of their hand while you're out in public

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

How CoD characters would react to someone making fun of their s/o's trauma (Requested)

Characters Included: Simon Ghost Riley, Kyle Gaz Garrick, König.

Dad!Cod Scenarios

Synopsis: Them as dads, what type of dad they'd be

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Comfort Headcanons And Scenarios Of Cod Men With Your Kid

Synopsis: He has a romantic relationship/connection with you (Singleparent!Reader) and he comforts your little one, making you further realize how much he loves and cares about you and your little one.

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters

Synopsis: Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.

A little something of Simon Riley x Bookworm!Reader

What they do while you get ready

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Realizations

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Daisies and Talks

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Simon Riley finds you secretly visiting his mother's grave.

Crinkled Polaroids

Synopsis: Simon find you again after a few years, however things weren't in his favor.

Toothache

Synopsis: How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"? Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Disclaimer: Details on sexual intercourse (NSFW???)

Ex-Boyfriend John Price MiniFic

Synopsis: John sees you again for the first time after 3 years.

Masked Men Drabble

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Price Quokka Drabble

Spiderman loving bf (Gaz) x hello kitty loving gf (you) drabble

Nothing's new...

Synopsis: "You were a wonderful experience" "And you were... everything.." (Simon "Ghost" Riley) (Angst)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian!Reader Drabble

Husband!Simon x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Drabble

Boyfriend! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Drabble

Synopsis: Simon after his nervousness about your pregnancy fades.

Comfort with Price (Requested)

Synopsis: Your husband comforts you after a bad day.

Price makes his daughters cry (Drabble)

Farah Karim x Reader Drabble (Angst)

Cuteness Aggression Drabble (CoD men x reader)

Domestic Drabble (Babies, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader and John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader)

Pregnancy (Chunky Babies) Drabble (Simon Ghost Riley x Pregnant!Reader)

Mornings with Simon Riley

Lia's Writers and Blog Recommendations

[sofasoap]

How the hell did I miss the chapter update!!!!! OH I love how Joan got all the uncles around! Uncle Soap will be her favourite of course :P and would love to see Joan warming up to König later on and Soap and him competing for favouritism. That first bit of smuty bit OHHH yea... * kiss kiss * love it. ROACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 Poor König lol

The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes

call sign: Freyja

warning: MDNI! 18+, SMUT HEAVY!, canon-typical violence (sparring)

Note: Thank you for all of your support! And a special thank you to @lethalchiralium for workshopping with me! I have so much more planned for The Captain now, so get ready!!

There are several links throughout this part for reference, so keep an eye out :)

Enjoy and blessed be!

Part 4, Part 6

The lieutenant kept her breathing steady as she readjusted her grip on her rifle, her fingers resting on the cool metal next to the trigger. There was just her and Ghost in a dusty room, taking her shift to locate their target. Laswell caught wind of a rumor that a U.S. crime lord was in London and offered to pair her up with the up-and-coming sergeant currently behind her. 

Even if it was weak intel, she went where she was told.

Over the last several weeks and countless hours spent in that room, watching and waiting, you could say the two had grown rather…

Close.

She had pulled a small table under the windowsill where her rifle was perched to give her knees some relief. Hunched over it on her stomach, surveying the area, a large hand grabbed a generous handful of her ass over her black khakis.

“Ghost, what’re you-”

“Shh, s’alright. Don’t mind me.”

Her belt buckle clinked against the table before her bottoms were shoved down to her thighs, just enough for access. It took everything in her not to shiver at the warm air from his nose on her, his mask bunched up over it. His tongue was tantalizing, the sides of his mask scratching her supple skin with every lick and dip. Ghost’s deep voice rumbling into her made her legs want to shake.

They were both dressed in full kits, his belt and zipper undone. He was unrushed in easing into her, his strong hands pressing her hips against the surface. His cock barely moved in her, his rolling hips dragging up her ass. When she made to turn and look back at him over her shoulder, a gloved hand swiftly came down on her, leaving a red imprint on her rear.

“FUCK!” She whined, both in pain and surprise. 

“I said. Stay. Focused,” he growled, each word punctuated with a thrust. “Wouldn’t want to miss your shot, would you, Lieutenant?”

It was incredibly gentle, dare she say loving. The way Ghost fucked her gently from behind, only pulling out an inch or two before his jeans met her skin again.

“Oh, fuuuck me…”

“Already doin’ that, sweetheart.”

“Harder.”

“Mmm, can’t, I’m afraid. Can’t have your pretty head bobbin’ about, yeah? Keep it tactical, ma’am.”

“Bravo, this is Watcher-01. How copy?”

She glanced back at him, expecting him to give her a break, but he simply nodded without stopping. The lieutenant could practically feel the smirk under his mask.

Cheeky fucker. 

“Watcher-01, this is Bravo-01. Send traffic.”

“We received intel that your target should be on the tenth or eleventh-floor northwest of your location.” She shifted her scope to the tall building diagonally across from them, scanning the windows. “You have full execute authority. Call me when you’re ready for ex-fil.”

“Copy, Watcher-01. Out here.” The second she released the button, she let out a soft moan, pent up from keeping up the facade over comms. “Shit, Ghost.”

“Look at you. Brilliant job. Laswell doesn’t even know I’ve got her Lieutenant bent over for me, panting for me to fuck her. I could do this all night–”

“Target acquired.”

He halted immediately and tensed to pull out until she pushed back against him again. “I’m fine,” she whispered, dropping her trigger finger to hover over the sensitive latch.

He made a filthy noise behind her and was back at it again with shallow thrusts into her hole, his zipper brushing against her every time. The target broke away from his entourage, mouth open in what was most likely a hearty laugh, and poured himself a drink.

The large corporate window shattered, and his brains splattered in a fine mist onto the various liquor bottles next to him.

She nudged the rifle to the side and dropped her forehead onto her arm, her heavy breath dampening her black gaiter. “Fucking shit!”

“Think I know what your call sign should be, love,” he muttered, digging his fingers into the fold at the top of her thighs.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

~*~

“Freyja…” Warm, open-mouth kisses on her neck woke her. They were slow, coated in the comfort of home, a lazy morning as he sang her name if it hadn’t been pitch-black outside. Her eyes cracked open as greedy hands palmed across her hip and down to her belly, blearily searching for the time on her alarm clock. Bright, red numbers showed that it was just after two o’clock when her body was gently tugged until her back pressed against Simon’s chest, and his hips rubbed her backside, grinding into her.

“Si–”

“Jus’ need a little bit,” he drawled, his accent thick with sleep against her throat. “Please, sweetheart? Be a good girl for me?”

The arm already wrapped under her hip shifted to brush his hand under the hem of his black t-shirt, prodding between her already-drenched folds. She loved when he begged, a rare occurrence and a delectable treat when he was needy and throbbing. His deep, grating voice whined against her skin as he slid his length between her thighs. And while he could get off on that alone–

“Need you t’ keep me warm…” His knee nudged at her thighs, parting them enough to slip into her warmth. Quiet as not to wake their sleeping infant, their shared moans almost silent. He stayed snug inside her for a while, every caress deliberate and calculated as he dipped his fingers into every curve, scar, and stretch mark. He needed to memorize the new map spread across her body, remnants of the new life they had created together. Simon’s teeth dragged against her soft skin, savoring the taste, his tongue following suit to soothe the purple marks left behind.

After some time had passed, he was slipping in and out of her in long, fluid strokes, with shared panted breaths.

Freyja rolled her lips between her teeth and let her head fall back against his shoulder, his cheek now pressed against hers. “Just ‘keep you warm’, huh?” she asked between hushed whimpers, lips hung open.

He smirked against her jaw and slowed until he was just unhurriedly grinding against her, hips rolling in languid motions. “Can’t help it. Y’jus’ so pretty f’ me, mama,” he hummed, the new movement furrowing his blonde brows together. A pitched, broken moan settled at the base of his throat, and he reached his hand up to cover her mouth.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, lashes fluttering helplessly from his shallow rutting. She covered the hand over her mouth with her smaller one while the other stretched back to dig her nails into the clothed flesh of his thick thigh. It didn’t take her long to come undone, pressed against him, his cock relentlessly rubbing her g-spot. Pent up from busy hours occupied with their daughter and weeks of healing her body and mind again. She could tell from the stuttering in Simon’s chest and his breathing in her ear that he wasn’t far behind.

The second Freyja made contact, her fingers gripping the crease between his thigh and ass, he had no choice but to bury his face into her hair when she suddenly clenched around him like a vice grip. He hissed through clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a short, sharp thrust, “H-Hah, hah, fuuuuuck, oh fuck me–” Simon’s voice, while still muffled and quiet, jumped an octave until the tight muscles in his throat cut off all sound.

Those beautiful, beautiful sounds he made, God how she loved them. Her features wrinkled and pinched under his palm with bared teeth when he broke inside her, coating her insides with every twitch. She wished she could twist around to see the strained, pleasured expression she knew he wore, but his grip on her entire body locked her in place.

“God, you’re so f’cking beautiful,” he finally caught his breath. “Fuc-k, I love you, so fucking m-much – Jesus…”

Even after he had run out of fluid and was beginning to go limp, he stayed inside her, continuing to whisper soft, loving ministrations, endlessly worshipping her body and mind. His tired eyes closed, hair flopping into them as he slumped against her, his touch dancing across her skin again. Frey’s deft fingertips caressed his hip, sleepily following the curve of his ass over his boxer briefs.

Having taken what she felt was enough time to cool down, she moved to get out of bed, which only caused him to tighten his hold with a groan. “Where y’goin’ love?” he mumbled, giving her a gentle peck behind her ear. 

She pried his fingers from her body. “Let me feed my baby!” she cried, giggling softly as she wiggled against him.

Simon tucked himself back into his underwear as she picked Joanie from her bassinet. Freyja settled back into her spot on top of the blankets, their little one nuzzled to her chest and her head back against their cushioned headboard, Simon looking up at them with unadulterated adoration and bliss.

~*~

“Are you sure it’s them?”

“We’re sure.”

Laswell slid a manilla envelope across the table, which Freyja snagged just before it fell off the edge. Joan was strapped to her chest, babbling happily, as she gummed at a ring of oversized, plastic keys. She flipped it open, skimming over the major points of the intel. Ghost hovered over her, leaning on the back of her chair as he read the material. Contained were the details of intel retrieved during an Al-Qatala raid in Berlin. König had single-handedly eliminated the entire cell and led the human-trafficking victims to safety, as well as retrieving the most recent location of the ring she and Roach had let slip through their fingers.

She and her old friend, Roach, had tracked the sex trafficking ring together years ago. Following a botched recon mission that ended in a massive firefight, the group went underground. They were unable to find any solid leads on them after that. She used to check up on it more often, but she honestly couldn’t remember the last time she followed up. Not her proudest moment, but her life had gotten busy.

Needless to say, Kӧnig had her impressed.

“I’m assuming you want me to lead the charge?”

“I know it’s not ideal, but I need you on this. You have the most knowledge of the leaders. If we’re able to recover the victims, Roach and Kӧnig…”

A mute and a scary giant with social anxiety probably weren’t the best option for comforting hostages.

Freyja laughed to herself, closed the file, and kissed Joan’s forehead, patting her bum. Her daughter lost interest quickly as Soap approached and said a quick hello; she smiled toothlessly at her uncle and wriggled in her wrap, trying to reach a chubby arm toward him. He excitedly offered his hands to take her, and the baby started to whine.

She sighed and passed her along after another kiss. “I swear, I’m her least favorite person.”

“Come see yer Uncle Johnny!” He sat next to Freyja, holding his niece under her armpits and letting her jump on his thighs. She was an incredibly happy, active baby, always wanting to be passed around and kicking her legs at every chance. “Ye’r nae her least favorite, Frey! Ye’r just nae a fun uncle like me.”

Ghost’s hands found their way to her shoulders. His thumbs slipped under the cool metal chain of her dog tags and rubbed the back of her neck, massaging her gently. “Are you sure, love? ‘S only been three months. You don’t have to go back to work yet.” He dug into the top of her spine, forcing her to tilt her head back and look up at him. He was back in his balaclava and skull plate, matching gloves equipt. In the background, Johnny talked nonsense with Joanie, whether she was bouncing or cradled in his arm.

“When’s Roach due?” she asked just before the light flickered briefly. Everyone turned to look, where Roach had appeared with a smile that lit up a room and a towering man behind him, dressed in all black with a helmet and hood covering his head.

“That’s a big fuckin’ man, Roach!”

“What can I say? I like ‘em big,” he signed, cheeky as ever.

“Plötze!”

Freyja wrapped Roach in a tight hug, giggling against him as she shook him. It had been so long since they had seen each other, their specialties separating them once she was promoted. They kept in regular contact through text and the occasional video call, but he’d yet to see Joan outside of photos.

She broke away from him and looked up at König, offering her hand to him. “Du musst König sein! Roach hat mir so viel über dich erzählt. Sie sind Operator für KorTac?”

König blinked at her and shifted his wide eyes to Roach, who wore a softer, smitten grin. His partner hadn’t told him she spoke his native language, and so well. His anxiety about making a good first impression lessened, and his tense muscles loosened up. Seeing another masked man helped, too. “Uhh, ja, es ist schön, Sie endlich kennenzulernen, Kapitänin. Herzlichen Glückwunsch zu deinem Kleinen,” he said and shook her hand. “Ihr Deutsch ist sehr gut.”

“I try my best. Soap, come here for a second.” The man obeyed and playfully swooped Joan up from his lap. She had started fussing at some point, so Ghost popped a pacifier in her mouth. She signed along as she introduced them to everyone. “Soap, this is Sergeant Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson, SAS, and his partner König, KorTac,” she explained, allowing them to greet each other before taking her baby back.

“Roach, this is Joan. Joanie, this is your Uncle Roach,” she cooed before she tapped two curved fingers on her chin once for the British sign for ‘uncle’, then touched her thumb to her nose and flexed her pointer finger three times (like a fluttering wing) for Roach’s sign name. “‘Uncle’...’Roach’.”

She stood close to him to offer her the opportunity to let Roach hold her, not wanting to force her to be held by a stranger. Joan eyed him for a minute, but her ever-social self shifted her weight toward the man when he waved at her, letting him take her on his hip. The baby curiously examined his freckled features and light brown hair, little fingers gripping his shirt. “Pretty girl.” He smiled sweetly, signing one-handed as best he could, “She looks like him.”

“You callin’ me pretty, Sanderson?”

“You are a pretty boy, Ghost.”

Freyja wheezed, and Price cackled behind her, Soap and Gaz looking utterly confused, not knowing any British Sign Language. When she finally calmed down again, she noticed König watching his partner and her daughter intently, one of his hands finding its way to the back of Roach’s neck, a gentle, affectionate touch.

She carefully tapped his shoulder to grab his attention. “You can hold her if you like.”

König immediately shook his head. “Nein, it’s alright. I wouldn’t want to hurt her,” he said, keeping his voice quiet and low as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He was used to his stature and mask scaring people, particularly children, but it didn’t make the ache in his chest every time someone flinched away from him any easier to deal with.

“You won’t–” She caught Roach shaking his head subtly and she stopped herself. She knew better than to push a sensitive topic. Freyja turned to John and Kate again and asked, “When do you need us?”

“Tonight. We have to be fast if we don’t want to lose ‘em. Who knows when we’ll get a hit like this again.”

“That works for me.”

Ghost chimed in again. “Tonight? Frey, I don’t know–”

“Ghost, we’re supposed to go back to work soon anyway. What another couple of weeks?” She could still sense his apprehension, his firm gaze staring down at her with a deep sigh. “Would it make you feel better if I sparred a bit?”

Ghost weighed the option, mulling it over before finally nodding. “I suppose. If you can show me you’re unhindered, I’ll be happy,” he said, patting her butt. 

She grinned up at him and quickly grabbed König’s hand and dragged him out of the room. The Austrian stumbled behind her, clambering to string a sentence together. “Captain, w-what are you doing?” he asked, letting her drag him around while everyone followed close at their heels.

“We’re sparring!” Freyja threw the door of the fitness room open, tugging him to the blue mat. 

König’s eyes blew wide, and he yanked his hand back. “N-No! You do not know me. Maybe you should, ah, spar with the lieutenant,” he stuttered, looking to Roach for help, who was completely distracted with Joan. “I am far too big–”

“König,” she warned, arms crossed over her chest with her best ‘mom voice’. “Are you saying I can’t spar with you because I’m a woman? I didn’t peg you as a misogynist.”

“I-I am not! I am just worried–”

“Perfect! Get in here.”

When she knelt to make sure her boots were tied properly, he again checked with the group behind him. Ghost nodded once, and Roach signed his affirmation, shooing him toward the area.

“A bit of advice,” Gaz offered, leaning in. “Don’t underestimate the missus. She is his wife, after all.”

While König had a couple of inches on Ghost, he was sure a man like that could take him down and would make sure his woman was well prepared (if she hadn’t prepared herself). Still, given the significant size difference between him and Freyja, in height and weight, he was anxious again. 

He finally stood in front of her, both settling into a fighting stance. He was sure he would do damage to her and didn’t put a lot of strength into his throws. Freyja huffed, irritated as she blocked all of them before she fisted the center of his shirt and yanked him forward. He was caught off guard, allowing her to throw herself back, and therefore him, over her with her boot planted against his chest.

König tumbled onto his knees, looking up at her in surprise.

“I am your superior. I’m extensively trained in close-quarter combat and guerilla warfare. If you keep pulling your punches, I will reprimand you. Do you understand?”

There were a series of “ooooooo’s” from the peanut gallery, which König glared at. They were all positively giddy. Even Joan observed her mother from his boyfriend’s arms after he pointed in their direction and mouthed Watch while signing. 

Finally aware of what he was dealing with, he shoved her back across the mat, putting space between them before he lunged forward, poised to kick her stomach–

THUMP

He blinked up at the fluorescent lights, the wind knocked out of him. How had he even ended up on the floor? “Scheiße,” he cursed when her shadow appeared over him again.

“Have’ta watch for the leg catch, soldier,” Soap roared, hunched over with his hands on his knees. “Hen knows how to throw ‘er weight around.”

“A’right, a’right, I’m don’t beat ‘im up too bad, love.”

Freyja clasped his forearm, pulling him back to his feet. His cheeks burned beneath his hood, but he patted her on the shoulder nonetheless. He wasn’t embarrassed that a woman had tossed him like a ragdoll but that he hadn’t expected it. “I apologize, Captain. I did not mean to underestimate you. It was a…oh, how do you say it…”

“Unconcious bias,” Roach signed, silently laughing. The baby had started to get drowsy, and his arm was tired, so he passed her along to Price, who happily cradled his granddaughter.

“Ah, yes, unconscious bias. Danke, Plötze.”

“No worries,” she giggled, hands on her hips. “You can pay me back by babysitting.”

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retired Konig who pretends to be a virgin so the sweet maid he hired lets him fuck her, he tells her there's no chance of him having children since he is infertile (lie) so he gets to cum inside her again and again

Retired!König x Maid!Reader 🍼

CW: DUB-CON, BABY TRAPPING, PREGNANCY / MDNI 18+

Surely, there's no risk of pregnancy when König is infertile, right? You obliviously trust König, don't question or ask for any form of evidence for the pervert that sneaks his filthy, grubby hand up your skirt teasingly. I mean, why would you ask for evidence? You've been working for him over the course of a couple months, and you've really gotten to know and trust him, despite his grossness and depravity.

You don't blame him for not being able to keep his dirty, large hands off of your gorgeous body. He's lonely and anxious, that's all. He just needs a slick, warm cunt to fuck nicely. You don't mind easing down onto his meaty cock occasionally, especially for some extra cash.

Although, König is hiding a perverse and sickening secret from you. He's not infertile. In fact, the entire thing is a huge lie, just to excuse his sick behaviour and have access to all your tight holes, to hopefully baby trap his beloved maid that he obsesses over. König loves how loyal and trustworthy you are, how you're not afraid to let König slide his veiny, lengthy cock inside your drooling pussy, for some extra payment. You offer your body up generously, allowing the old, retired loner to have his way with your holes for hours until you're forced to stay overnight. If you knew you had a chance of being impregnated, you wouldn't have ever bothered....

It doesn't hit you at first. Your period is becoming irregular and hasn't arrived? No big deal, you couldn't be pregnant - there's no risk, after all. Unusual and strange cravings? It's probably just a symptom that your period is near. But, after two months, you begin to get anxious, your stomach swelling and König's gaze lasting a lot longer on your new curves and flesh. Doubt weighs on your shoulders and leaves you tense around König, hesitating whether to let him have you or not - whether to trust that bastard.

Don't blame him, little mouse! It's not his fault... König will wipe your tears and cup your face tenderly, yelling at you when you bring up getting an abortion. You must keep his baby, it's a decision you both willingly made, and his abhorrent lies mean nothing in this situation.

Clearly, it was fate. Now, you must allow it to happen, Liebling... :(