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Drabble: Call Of Duty- Body Talk

How might they react to finding out you don't like a part of your body?

John Price Bravo

"Do you think I'm pretty anymore?" You ask your husband of ten years. Price nearly scoffs at you, but when he looks up through your standing mirror, the look on your gives it all away. He can see the sadness behind your eyes and how you look at yourself with disgust in the mirror. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, love." He says, standing up to around the bedroom and standing behind you.

There's a bit more pudgness on your thighs, tummy, and even your arms, but you forget you've had two kids, and that comes with it. It also happens with simply aging. "But I don't feel pretty anymore, John. I feel disgusting, and I hate the way my body has become, and no amount of working out or eating right seems to fix it." Your voice is cracking, and Price knows the tears are coming. "Love, you're beautiful. Every day I look at you and wonder how the fuck I managed to be so damn lucky. I don't care about anything other than loving you and our kids." He says it, and he means it with all of his heart.

You let go of a large, heavy sigh. He wraps his arms around you. Your skin is cold in contrast to his warm hands and arms. "Anyways, it gives me more to hold to when I'm makin' love to you, baby," he says with a kiss on your cheek. You giggle finally, the happy noise filtering through the room. "You come here, and let me show you how much I love your body for you?" Price asks, looking at you through the mirror. You'll never be able to deny him.

Simon Riley Ghost

You never break, not in front of your teammates. Never show your true feelings until you are behind closed doors. This time, it had just been too much. In the field, you had been trying to get a family out of Hassan's territory. They had nothing to do with the bullshit going on. Your heart broke when the little girl walked out without her parents or siblings. You had picked her up in a fell swoop and taken her with you. You aren't sure how the hell she managed to escape the fire and collapsing house with nothing less than a mark on her face. She had held onto you for the entire ride back, and it wasn't until you got back to the hideout that you had to give her off to the medic.

Ghost had been watching you the entire time. Your sniffes didn't go unheard by him, so he watched longer. How you nearly ran off to bunks when you had to give the poor girl off to the medic. That's where he found you, in the bunk room, crying your heart out. The knock was not heard, and neither were his footsteps. "Athena," Your sniffles stopped, "yeah, how's the girl?" You ask, "That girl is fine, but how are you?" He asked. The worry was in his voice, and it was directed towards you. "I'm okay." You say, stuffing your emotions back in your chest. "You don't seem like it, love. You seem like you're falling apart." He countered. "I'm just, there's only so much I can do, but the weight is sometimes too much to bear. That girl has no family now. None at all because we… I wasn't able to get there in time." You say your hands on your head.

The silence is hard to tell, but then Ghost speaks. "Here's what you don't know: that girl is alive. Yes, she might not have parents, and she'll go into foster care, but she's alive. All because you grabbed her and pulled her from the fire. That counts for something, Athena." Ghost said as he sat down next to you. "you're allowed to break down; this is a physically and mentally-wearing job, so I'm offering you something. A shoulder to lean on. To cry on, to laugh on, to forget on. Whatever you need." "Thank you, Ghost." You say, "Call me Simon, now let's go check up on that kid, yeah?" He says, reaching out his gloved hand to take

John McTavish Soap

You had literally searched all over the internet about how to get rid of pregnancy stretch marks. The marks at the bottom of your belly where killing you to look at. Not the mention all the other shit you were now dealing with after your pregnancy. The milk pump sometimes worked, and other times it just didn't, which caused you significant discomfort, and then the massive fucking put-together pad you had to wear for the next two weeks. You just felt disgusting, so this added thing was just not needed.

The knock on the bathroom door made you shriek. "Shit, love, I didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to tell you that baby girl is down." Johnny says as he enters the bathroom. Your hair is wet, and you only wear a pair of panties and a sports bra. Staring at yourself in the mirror. "Love, where are you at right?" The concern is clear in his words. "You can't help but crumble at your husband's soft Scottish accent. "I'm not… my body…" "What about your body?" He asks, obviously worried about you. "I don't like it anymore." His brows furrow together. "What do you mean?" "I'm ugly now, and these fucking stretch marks, and let's not add the other shit on top of it." "Hang on a minute now, sweetness." He says, moving to look in the mirror with you but you look away.

"You grew a whole human being in your body for the last nine months. You grew a fuckin' life. You are the most wonderful thing that happened to me, along with baby girl. I know you're not liking your body right now, but I'm telling you right now, you're still just as beautiful as you were the day I met you as you are now." "But…" "But nothing. You are the mother to our daughter, and I won't have you thinking poorly of yourself." Johnny smiles as he takes your hands together and rubs your ring with his thumb. "Together?" He asks, "Together," You responded.

Köing

"Fuck Liebling, you might be the death of me," Köing says as he shifts on the bed, making room for you to lie down next to him. You were up, grabbing two glasses of water for the both of you. Padding around in a pair of Köings boxers from the drawers and his t-shirt. Nothing was more a beautiful site than you right now in front of him. "Here you go." You stand, handing the glass of water off to him. The afterglow of sex sticking to your body still. He takes it graciously from your hand and rests it on his side table before pulling back the covers and waiting for your return to the bed.

It's hours later; while he's rubbing random shapes into your thighs, he feels something. At first, it doesn't concern him, but then he realizes what they are. Straight-cut lines work themselves up your thigh. How he had never noticed before blew his mind and the thoughts of what the small lines meant. You aren't asleep. Instead, you are catching up on your most recently purchased book. Köing couldn't help himself. "what are these?" He asks. "What is love?" You request not understanding where this line of questioning is going. "These marks on your leg. I can feel them." He says, rubbing gently.

You aren't shy about it. You've had them for years. You ensured they weren't in a spot where someone like your parents could see them. So your thigh was the best place. You bookmark your book before setting it down and pulling the covers off your legs. Köing moves his hand, and you start to explain. "I had really, like, horrible depression when I was a teenager. My family didn't really believe in medication or anything like that, so I didn't know what else to do. Sounds shitty now that I say it out loud since it was so long ago. But that was self-harm because I had no other outlet." You tell Köing, who's eagerly listening to you. "And you haven't done it since?" His words hold concern. "Don't worry about me, baby; I've got my meds, therapist, and you. I'm all good now." You say, trying to push away the sad thoughts that are trailing through your boyfriend's head.

"Don't worry, Schatz, I'll fuck the depression right out of you the next time. No need to cut up this beautiful skin." Köing words make you laugh.

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 11/20/23

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mariposa-writes · 9 months

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One Day at a Time

Pairing: Simon ‘ghost’ Riley x platonic!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Overview: You tell Simon the truth and he’s more than ready to help.

TW: themes of sexual assault (let me know if there’s anymore I need to tag)

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It was late, like middle of the night late. Simon had just gotten back from a mission and was ready to pass out in his bed. Although he knew that wouldn’t happen. He was never able to fall asleep straight after a mission. He was always to worked up to sleep and just spent hours, maybe even days staring at his ceiling.

Simon was always on high alert, especially during or after a mission. So when he got out of his car and noticed a faint glow coming through his window he instantly pulled out his gun.

He knew he turned off all the lights before he left. He was always anal about leaving his house a certain way before a mission. Doors locked, lights off, thermostat set at 25 degrees Celsius, and everything had to be perfectly clean and put away so no critters would enter his home and find food.

He turned the knob on his front door, noting that it was unlocked. He slowly and silently pushed it open, so he wouldn’t alarm the possible intruder.

The light was coming from his living room, a small lamp he had purchased years ago. He quickly swept his house, with only his bedroom left. He pushed open the door, expecting to see an enemy waiting for him.

Instead he saw you laying in his bed, sound asleep. He didn’t know why you were here, you’d only come here once before. He knew something must’ve been wrong for you to be here. He quickly put his gun away and took off his mask, not wanting to frighten you.

He made his way over to where you were curled up in his bed. Your long hair was covering most of his pillow along with some stands across your face. He gently brushed them from your face, careful not to wake you.

He noticed the tears stained onto your cheeks along with the slight hiccup in your breath. Simon knew you must’ve fallen asleep crying. He frowned as he felt his heart break.

Why were you crying? You never cried.

He didn’t know whether he should wake you or let you sleep. What if it was an emergency and you needed help? What if someone hurt you? He knew he needed to wake you and find out what was wrong or he’d spiral until you woke up.

He gently woke you up, calling out your name along with a slight shake to your shoulder. When you woke up he could tell you were slightly confused. “Simon?” You asked, as he was crouched down next to the bed so he was eye level with you.

“Yea?” He asked not sure how to respond. Simon was equipped to deal with many things but a girl crying in his bed was not one.

“I thought you were on a mission, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you. I just needed a place to stay and I knew you weren’t home” You explained growing more frantic with each word. He could tell you were on the verge of tears again. “I’ll leave.” Your voice broke “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” You said getting out of bed and gathering your things.

Simon didn’t want you to leave. He wanted to help you. He wanted to know why you were here. Why you felt the need to come here and why you were crying. As he stood there frozen you kept repeating how sorry you were.

He didn’t realize it, but he was reaching for your hand. “Don’t cry pretty girl.” He said, wiping the tears from your cheeks despite the new ones replacing the ones he’d wipe away. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” you cried, realizing what a mistake you made by being here. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” You said, trying to pull away. “I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

“Stop.” Simon said, pulling you into his chest. “It’s fine, you’re fine.” Simon wasn’t one for physical touch, but he could tell you needed comfort more than you cared to admit.

Simon led you guys back to the bed having you drop your stuff on the floor. “Why don’t you lay down again. I can tell you’re tired.” He said pulling the covers of his bed back for you. You nodded, sniffling now that you’d calmed down a tad.

You got back in his bed, as he put the covers back over you. “I’m gonna get you some water and change in the bathroom. I’ll be right back. You can stay in my bed and I’ll take the couch.” you nodded, before he disappeared back into the hall. It was dark in the room, the only light coming from the full moon that was out tonight.

Simon came back a few minutes later in sweats and a black tee with a glass of water in his hand. He handed it to you, letting you drink some before putting it on his night stand. “Simon?” You croaked.

“Yes?”

“Will you please stay until I fall asleep? I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Simon shifted on his feet, “of course.” He came over to the bed and pulled back the covers sitting down in the bed. He didn’t lay down, just sat with his back against the head board.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for ya.” You smiled, not knowing how much Simon truly meant that. In the time you’d spent with him, you’d slowly craved out a spot for you in his heart. Although Simon had know you for almost two years you guys had only spent a little bit of time together, in between his mission.

You knew he was in the military and that he got deployed every so often, but you didn’t know how lethal he was. You didn’t realize he was a stone cold killing machine. To you Simon was just the guy that you played chess with once a week at the park in between your school and house. That would occasionally leave for weeks or months of end. Never knowing when he’d return.

“Simon?” You whispered, turning to face him.

“Yes?”

“Can I lay on you?” You looked up at with him with those big beautifully colored eyes of yours.

“Yeah.” With that you were scooting closer to him. Head laying on his thigh, arm thrown across his legs.

“Thanks.” You whispered, getting a grunt in return from Simon. You closed your eyes focusing on falling asleep. As Simon stroked your hair. He didn’t even realize he was doing it at first, but you didn’t complain and seemed to like it. Your breathing was growing calmer and he could tell you would soon be asleep.

He originally planned on leaving once you were asleep but he couldn’t bare to leave you. What if you needed him? What if he woke you while trying to leave.

He decided it was just easier for him to stay, trying to tell him self it would be too much work to leave. Deep down he knew he couldn’t leave you cause he cared to much.

He stayed with you the whole night, only leaving once the sun rose. He got out of bed, when Soap texted him he was there. He opened the front door, allowing Soap to enter. “So man-“

Simon shushed him, putting a finger over his lips signaling for Soap to quiet down. Simon went back to check that you hadn’t woken up. He slowly shut the door to his room so Soap could be a little louder. He originally left it open so he could hear if you woke up. “So, why’d you text me, asking me to bring some groceries over?” Soap asked in a hushed tone.

“Remember the girl I told you about? The one that writes me sometimes.”

“The one you play chess with in the park?” Soap asked.

“Yes that one, well she’s currently sleeping in my bed and I wanted to make her breakfast.”

“You slept with her?” Soap whisper yelled. “Dude I thought she was in high school!”

“What? No I didn’t sleep with her!” Simon shook his head. “Dude she’s like a little sister to me! That’s gross you would even think that!” Simon whispered yelled back at Soap.

“Oh good, hand me worried you were gonna go to jail.”

“I tend to make it a habit to not sleep with minors” Simon shook his head, “this isn’t the point, I wouldn’t sleep with her. End. Of. Story.”

“Ok, but then why’s she in your bed?”

“She was here when I got home last night.” Simon explained.

“Why?”

“Not sure, that’s what I’m trying to figure out. But she had clearly been crying and something was wrong. She didn’t wanna talk, but I’m hoping she will open up today.” Soap listened, not sure how to help.

“That sucks man, hopefully everything’s alright and it was just over some stupid boy drama.”

“Yea, I hope it’s that but I have a feeling it’s more than that. But hey, thanks for bringing this stuff over.”

“Anytime man, see ya later.” Soap said letting himself out the front door. Simon got to work, cooking up the best breakfast he’d ever made. There was bacon, sausage, eggs, 3 different types of hash browns, cereal, pancakes, waffles, and a few other things by the time you woke up.

You came out of his bedroom, clearly still tired. “Morning.” You said, sitting on one of the three stools in-front of his kitchen island.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Good, what’s all this?”

“Breakfast.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You made breakfast?” Simon nodded, “but you hate cooking.” You’d learned that little factoid about him in your 4th chess session. Simon never revealed much and neither did you.

That’s why you liked playing chess with him, there wasn’t any pressure to talk. “But I can cook, I’m actually pretty good at it.” He handed you a plate. “Here, get what you want.” He said moving out of the way so you could serve yourself.

“Man, I should sleep here more often if this is what I wake up to.” You mumbled, as you piled the food onto your plate.

“You’re really gonna eat all that?” Simon asked, eyeing the mountain of food on your plate.

“You’d be surprised with how much a can eat.” After Simon got his plate you guys sat down at his dining room table. He poured you both a glass of orange juice.

The two of you just ate in silence for a bit before Simon cleared his throat. “Wanna tell me why you were here last night?”

You frowned, knowing this conversation was bound to happen eventually. “Not really.” You promised that you would tell Simon everything if he was here when you showed up, but he wasn’t. He was still gone and you were hysterical when you made that promise to yourself, so it didn’t really count.

You’d already kept your secret for so long and the last time you told someone they let you down. Now you’re to afraid to have someone you care about let you down that you choose not to tell people

“Well how about you tell me how you even got in here last night?”

“Picked the lock.” You said, despite your mouth being full. That was one piece of information you were comfortable with sharing.

“Why were you crying?”

You dropped your fork, tired of his prying despite him only asking three questions. “Got into a fight with my brother.”

“You fight with your brother all the time, why’d you come over here?” You couldn’t tell Simon how broke down after the fight and punched a hole in the wall in your room.

You shook your head, letting him know you wouldn’t answer that question. “What happened to your hand?” You frowned, you were worried that he would notice, Simon was many things and dumb was not one.

“Punched a wall.”

“Why?” You dropped your fork pushing your chair back, before standing up ready to leave.

“This was a mistake, I should’ve never came.” You rushed back to his room, grabbing your stuff. He followed, placing his fork down too.

“You can’t just show up here clearly upset and expect me not to ask questions!” Simon yelled, not sure how to handle situations like this.

“Why you never asked questions before, that’s why I came. We don’t ask questions!”

You exclaimed throwing up your hands. “Why do you care all of the sudden?” You yelled. Shoving past him since he was blocking the door way, he grabbed your elbow, stopping you.

“That’s not true and you know it.” He said his words growing softer. Did you really think he didn’t care? If he didn’t care he wouldn’t play chess with you every week. He wouldn’t have ever shown you where he lived. He wouldn’t have let you into his life if he didn’t care. How could you think he didn’t care about you? Of course he cared, he loved you. You were the closest thing he had to family outside of the task force.

“Really? Why haven’t you ever asked about my home life? Why don’t you come to any of my games?” You were crying again, eyes red and puffy with tears streaming down your face. “You don’t care. No one cares, not you, not my friends, not even my mom cares.”

“I care.”

You shook your head, clearly not believing him “no you don’t.” You kept repeating it.

“Yes I do!” He said getting on his knees so he could look up at you since you wouldn’t look up at him. “What’s wrong pretty girl? You’ve never acted like this. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“I can’t tell you.” You sobbed.

“Yes you can, you can tell me anything.”

“No” you kept repeating as you shook your head. “Please, I can’t. You’ll be disgusted by me.”

“No, that’s not true.” Simon pleaded, just wanting you to believe. Simon tried to think of a way he could get you to tell him. “What if you write it down?”

You shook your head. “Draw?” You shook your head no again. That’s when he thought of it. “Morse code? You can tap me and tell me”

You sniffled, Simon had taught you Morse code saying it was good in case you ever needed help or needed to say something without anyone else hearing.

You nodded, as Simon gave you his hand.

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Simons heart broke as he released what you’d just said. He didn’t know what to say. Maybe he’d translated it wrong. Maybe you messed up.

“You were raped?” Simon asked, his voice so quiet he could barely hear himself.

You just closed your eyes nodding. Not wanting to look at him. He pulled you down into his arms, hugging you like you were dying.

He felt like he was dying. This was worse than any pain he’d ever gone through. He’d rather be torture for the rest of his life than ever hear you say those 3 words.

You sobbed in his arms as Simon held you. Simon didn’t even realize he was crying until one of his tears dropped onto your grey shirt. “Who was it?” Simon asked after a few minutes.

“My brothers dad.”

“Your moms boyfriend?” Simon asked, even though he already knew the answer. You nodded into his chest.

“When did this happen?”

“Throughout elementary school.”

“It happened multiple times?”

“Yeah.”

“Does your mom know?”

“Yes.” You whispered. Simon was enraged, you lived with this man. You were about to start your senior year. If your mom knew why was he still living with you. “I told her in middle school.” Simons teeth clenched as he tried to hide his anger.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Simon whispered, not even realizing he’d let the words slip.

He was up and at his closet entering the code in his safe, before you even realized his words. “Simon don’t, he’s not worth it!” You pleaded, as he shoved his gun in his waist band.

“Of course he’s worth it, he hurt you!”

“Simon, he still my brothers dad! You can’t kill my brothers dad, he’s just a kid. He won’t understand.” Simon stood in the hallway, trying to decide what to do. All he could see was red, “please.”

Simon let out one last breath, “are you sure, cause I know over a hundred ways to kill someone and make it look like an accident.”

“I promise, it’s okay. I’ve been living with him for years.”

“You shouldn’t have too, your mom should’ve kicked him out or done something at least.”

“I know, trust me I’ve thought about that. But she’s never going to, she’s too weak.”

“You-“ Simon was cut off by your phone ringing.

“It’s my mom, she’s wondering when I’ll be home.” You explained.

“Never, you’re not going back there. You’re staying with me. I’ll kill him before you ever go back to a mother that couldn’t protect you and a man that hurt you.”

“My stuffs all there.”

“We’ll get it back. I have a spare room you can stay in.”

“I can’t leave her, she still pays for a lot of my stuff and as much as I hate it I’m dependent on her.” You’d thought about leaving plenty of times, but you had nothing. You worked a part time job since you were in school, but it wasn’t enough to pay for everything.

“I’m not taking no for an answer. I have money, I can take care of you. I can protect you.” Simon reassured. The thought of you going back to that house made him want to throw up and murder someone at the same time.

“Simon, I don’t want to be a burden. Plus you’re gone for months on end.”

“I’ll switch to the reserves.” You couldn’t up root Simons life it wasn’t fair. You should’ve never told him, not only was it affecting your life but I was now affecting his too. “Please, I can’t let you go back there. I need to know you’re safe.”

You wanted to say no, but isn’t this what you had been looking for? Someone to keep you safe. A place where you didn’t have to worry about someone coming into your room at night. A place that felt like home, cause if you’re being honest Simon was the only person that gave you any sort of feeling of being home.

That’s why you waited at the park everyday from 2-3 to see if he was back from his mission. You only truly smiled around him. You only felt safe around him. Simon was the only man that you’d truly ever felt safe around.

Being with Simon felt like finally standing on steady ground.

“I don’t want to mess up your life. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You aren’t.” You’re making it better. Simon wanted to add on, but he refrained. The truth was you gave him a reason to fight. When missions were hard, he’d think about playing chess with you. He’d thinking about you guys grabbing ice cream when you beat him and dinner if you’d let it slip that you hadn’t eaten lunch. He’d think about the cookies you made him. He’d think about the new books you’d recommend him. He’d think about the art galleries you’d drag him to. He’d think about songs you introduced him to. He’d think about the coffee shop you liked to do your homework in while he read. He’d think about the libraries you liked to go to after losing to him in chess. He’d think about how you were the only person to have a photo of him. How you were on of the only people he’d take him mask off around.

You were his reason for getting out of those missions alive.

Maybe deep down he knew you always needed him. Maybe it was the other way around and he needed you.

He didn’t know, but what he did know what that you would never be a burden to him.

“If I stay, how does this work?”

Simon didn’t know the answer to your question. He had never been responsible for anyone. He didn’t know how everything would work, but he did know what he’d figure it out. One day at a time.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But I’ll make it work.”

You took a deep breath. Tears were still falling down your cheeks.

Simon didn’t process your words until you were throwing your self into his arms, crying into his chest again. He held you, he’d hold you for as long as you needed. He knew now as you spoke those words that he’d always be there for you.

“I’ll stay.”

He didn’t know what the future would hold, but he’d make damn sure you had a better life than you’d previously had.

One day at a time, he’d work on mending the broken pieces of you.

One day at a time, you’d work on mending the broken pieces of him.

The two of you would heal each other, even if you didn’t know it in that moment.

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prxmisesworld · 1 year

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omg !!🤭

i am going feral for this ya’ll .🤭

#koing #cod smut #pinned post #not mine #mw2 141 #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig fanart #könig fanfiction #cod mw2 #cod fanart #könig

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blue-sadie · 8 months

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Commanding Officer

Imagine:

Helping grace and them escape but being caught and interrogated by these three men and them using a different method to get you to talk.

"Don't worry ghost she can take it, it won't be long intill she starts screaming out the information"

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trtlebuns · 10 months

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Who would’ve thought?

Random things about T141 + Alejandro & Köing

Tags: Fluff and cursing (maybe?)

Alejandro Vargas

my man my man my man!!!!

Alejandro HATES!!! Spicy foods, even though he is Mexican and grew up in a Mexican household he CANNOT handle anything spicy

Wakes up at 6:45 everyday

His comfort clothing includes: a tank top or T-shirt with grey joggers and black/socks

He would often cook the meals (very house husband of him)

Hates alcoholic beverages, like he’ll drink them but won’t enjoy them

Favorite color is: Rosewood Pink

Favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry

He doesn’t wear cologne

He takes his skin care VERY serious

When he’s angry or excited he would talk in his native tongue

Will call out of work if his hair isn’t “hairing”

Likes to kiss you on the forehead near your edges

Likes to watch you get dressed

Wants to have a big family

If he could be any cartoon character he would be Milo from fish hooks

Has a tattoo of your initial behind his ear

Köing

Listens to lofi and jazz

A light sleeper

Hates pickles

Wears his mask in public but at home he wears a big sweater with a large hood to hide most of his face (specifically a deep purple sweater)

Likes all of the avengers movies and if one is coming out he would buy tickets in advance (like 3-6 months in advance)

Likes strawberry milk but is severely lactose intolerant

Hates raisins but likes grapes

His comfort outfit would be: at home, a onesie to match yours or if in public ( like he goes out there willingly) would be a hoodie and joggers with crocs

Enjoys putting on his eye makeup while you do your makeup

Still doesn’t know what “beat this face to the gods” mean, even though you only say it when you do your makeup

Is happy with being with you and having a cat or two (or any small animal of your choice)

Prefers to eat ketchup with anything

Likes sardines

Likes to hug you from the back

Favorite color is: Mulberry Purple

He wears your initial as a chain

Has a dad sneeze

GHOST (Simon Riley)

Hates anything super sweet or sweeting in general

Prefers coffee (black) over tea, but would drink it if it’s the only thing around

He likes pumpkin spice lattes (yes he’s a basic bi- brit 🫣)

Secretly adds weapons to you car every time he gets in it

Like why do you have a knife in your cup holder?? How did that get there, you wonder

Orders steak every time you guys eat out anywhere “fancy”

Wears a face mask when he’s out

Your nickname for him is “beady eyed brit”

Only kisses you on the cheek and the temple

He rolls his eyes at everything

“Omg mon, you didn’t have to get me this??” You said happily as you hugged Simon. “I wouldn’t have gotten it, if you didn’t stop pestering me about it” He sighed and rolled his eyes knowing that he would buy you the world if you only mentioned it once

He loves peppermints

He likes to watch you…just do you

You’re in the kitchen? Boom, he’s leaning on the fridge watching you. You’re in the bathroom fixing your hair, Boom, he’s sitting on the toilet seat just staring. You’re walking around talking on the phone? Boom, he’s right there in arms distance listening and watching you. Just watching

He listens to classical music

Comfort fit: anything that’s lying on the floor closest to him or anything that seems comfy to him, could be shorts and a shirt or joggers and topless as long as he’s comfy he don’t care

Prefers to be just with you but wouldn’t mind stretching the family

He likes to skip rocks

He knows how to skateboard

Weirdly obsessed with peanut butter because of the “protein”

Favorite color is: Juniper Green

He goes makeup shopping with you because you need to know what type of eye makeup he wears that lasts through literal war

SOAP (Johnny Mactavish)

Hates coconut flavored anything! It could artificial or down to the real deal he HATES IT

Likes to yell at the tv

Must take a bite of your food, it doesn’t matter if you both have the same thing or not. He needs a bite and his reasoning is “I’m testing for poison”

Get you a man who CARES!

Would rate your burps out of 10

Let’s you paint his nails

He spills the tea and so do you

Johnny bursts through the door, and started you “BIIIIIIITCH!!!” Johnny says as he shakes his head walks towards you, you already know the tea is piping HOT! “Let me tell you what price done said over the phone just now” he says as he props down on the bed and you get into a sitting position “I’m all ears babe” you get ready for the most juiciest information of you life

Likes to pee/shit while you’re in the bathroom (it’s his favorite activity)

He rock climbs for a hobby

Favorite color is: Coin Silver

Always calls and never text in advance that he needs to talk

Comfort outfit: pajama bottoms, bunny slippers, and topless or a tanktop

Likes to sleep in cold temperatures

Tackles you with hugs and kisses whenever he sees you

You’re on the phone trying to pay a bill? Boom, he’s right next to you kissing your head and hugging you from the back. You’re trying to get ready for work? Boom, you’re making out and now you gotta call off work…AGAIN!

Listens to a lot of Megan thee stallion because he heard you playing thot shit

Hates the texture of cottage cheese

He’s a horrible cook and so are you, but you both try your best and end up ordering out

Likes to throw things at you and act as if he had no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he threw something at you

“Ow, what the fu-“ you say as you scratch your head and look at the ground and see an orange crayon on the floor. You look up and see Johnny at the table with a coloring book and crayons “J did you just throw this at me” you question as you raise the crayon. He looks and you and you look at him… “I have no idea what you’re talking about” he says calmly as he goes back to coloring. You sigh, “then how did this get over here?” You roll your eyes and put your hand on your hip. “It must’ve been already over there” he shrugs while continuing his activity with a small smirk pulling at his lips

Likes to eat haggis ( Scottish bastard )

Knows how to play the flute

He would like to have 3 kids and 2 dogs (specifically a Rottweiler and Doberman)

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demonkimg · 7 months

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#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghost call of duty #koing #koing × reader #micheal myers #jason voorhees #ghoust face #pyramid head

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mrsackermanfeed · 3 months

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ᰔ✈︎ KoingxBlackFemReader! Daddy’s Girls ᰔ✈︎

Ever since you where pregnant Koing was glued too you, you couldn't shower without him being there too wash your hair or wash you in general.

When sleeping he always made himself bend too positions hard for his body just so you could feel comfortable, even with cooking he took classes just for you, and god he didn't look any sexier in the kitchen , the tall man pressed against the counter without a shirt .

Till you finally had the baby, her warm blue eyes she took from him and brown hair and pretty tan skin and fuck was this karma, she always cried with you, it's like he had her instead of you, everytime you looked over your shoulder she was crawling up his stomach, or even taking a nap you would wake up too Koing laid on his back with her on his chest sleeping like the world wouldn't and couldn't end, the cutest sight.

Even when you where kissing her tummy, if Koing was the slightest too take a peep at her she was pushing you away and wailing her way too him, she was a daddy's girl, all because of you .

He always told you she gets it from you but you didn't act like that, you thought...

Strung out from putting her too bed you came into the bedroom where Koing was reading his book, immediately putting it down against his chest he looked at you so tired rubbing the ache of your nipple from breast feeding, he smiled.

“Can we take a nap baby please ?” You pouted glossy eyes from being so tired and all he could do was baby you , " Come on " you immediately walked to him climbing over his lap before laying on his chest, he was like a twin size mattress for you.

He knew completely where she'd got her love for him from, and he loved it, his two princesses loving him more than anyone in the world could.

He kissed your crown and rubbed your back, putting you two too sleep before he could finish his book, and of course it was like she sensed someone was touching him, because before he knew it he had the both of you in both his hands sleep on his chest, " Fuck... what would I do without the two of you " he whispered before he could blink he was out of his misery fast asleep.

#Spotify #koing x reader #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #black reader #smutty fanfiction #fypツ #tumblr blaze #smut #simon ghost riley #soap cod #Koing #aot #aot smut #reiner braun

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ghostlywhiskey · 8 months

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behind every individual obsessed with masked men is someone who watched v for vendetta in high school for english or government class and it shows

#call of duty #masked men #v for vendetta #simon ghost riley #simon riley #koing #cod keegan #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #keegan p russ #könig #call of duty men

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novelant · 8 months

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Dad's Bestfriend

Pairing: König x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your dad's best friend, your secret partner, comes over for movie night.

Genre: Fluff with a couple of suggestive comments

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Suggestive comments, mentions of trauma but doesn't go into detail, VERY BAD GOOGLE TRANSLATED GERMAN

Reminder: This is purely fiction and will have no correlation to in game character or backstory

A/N: Have a König Fluff as my Birthday present for you.

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Your dads best friend König had come over for a movie night, just like he did every Friday. This time he decided he wanted to help you make the snacks, the both of you in the kitchen as your dad waited in the living room. “You know mein schatz, I’ve never seen you take something so seriously.” He teased, watching as you read the directions on the back of the brownie mix box deep in focus. He laughed, shaking his head as he walked over to you, seemingly wanting to help. You jumped slightly at the voice of König. Not noticing his appearance in the kitchen.

"Oh hi König." You look up smiling at the man wandering into the kitchen. “Oh don’t get all jumpy on me little one. I’m just asking if you need any help?” He laughed, putting a large hand on your back for a moment as he leaned down towards your reading level, checking out what you were doing. “Let me see here…Hmm…” he mumbled, reading the instructions out loud with exaggerated pronunciation. "hey don't say that. I didn't know you were here yet." You look at him studying the brownie box in your hand. "I promise you I've got this under control König." “Suuure, suuure. I don’t mean to assume you can’t cook a box of brownies. We all start somewhere after all.” He said, walking over to the fridge as he grabbed some eggs and milk off the shelf, tossing them over to you with a smirk.

“Mind getting those, will you?” He asked. "Being cheeky in my baking space." You roll your eyes and grab the eggs and milk from König. "I think I've got it from here. You can sit on the stools or with my dad if you want. I'm happy in here." “Oh but I’m no where near finished in ‘your baking space’.” He replied, walking closer towards you and putting a large hand on your shoulder. “Besides…I think I’m best being right behind you.” König smirked at you, slowly running his thumb over your collar bone with a slight chuckle.

"hey hey don't start now. Let me at least finish these brownies." You immediately shut down his advances. "Now go sit down." “Oh come on, kleiner. Let me help you with the brownies, they’ll taste better if I’m involved.” König moved your hand off the brownie mix so that he was now the one holding it, his tone was very much teasing. “Unless, of course, you don’t want me close to you for… other reasons.” He said with a smirk, slowly moving his hands towards your hips.

"You can help me but no touching. My dad could walk in at any moment to check on me." You hold his hand that's on your hip. "I'd like you to keep your hand there but again my dad is literally in the other room." “Well what’s so bad about your dad seeing us like this?' König smirked at you, moving your hand towards his own hip while still keeping yours in place. “So, schatz. Should we continue mixing this brownie mix or should we skip ahead a few steps?” "König. He doesn't know about this." You lower your voice to a whisper. You place your hand onto his hip with his guidance. "We should continue with the brownie. I was here for much longer than I'd like to admit." “Hmm…okay. Let’s get those brownies done before the oven preheats so we can hurry and move on to…other things.”

König smiled wide, his arm moving down your side towards your thighs and his hand moving away from yours so that he was in control of the hand placement. He walked you over to the oven, helping you adjust the temperature and timer as your hand remained on his hip. “Don’t worry. Once the oven beeps my sweet little schatz can taste the fruits of our hard work.” He said with a smirk. "König..." you whine giving him a little punch on his arm. You step closer to him and whisper in his ear... "I think you forgot you're here to have a movie night with my dad. We still have to do that." “Right, sorry. I got distracted.” He laughed, looking down towards you and smiling. Even at 6’7 König bent down slightly so that you could hear and see him better and placed his hand back on your hip, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing softly on your skin. “I was just enjoying the view a little.” He whispered. "Yeah I think you did a little bit." You giggle.

You turn back to finish making the brownie mix and put it into the oven. König smiled with a nod, leaning against the counter to watch you cook. His eyes darting across your body at random intervals and his hand still on your hip. After a while of baking, the oven beeped and his eyes caught yours, a smile pulling at the corner of his lip. “Oh, mein schatz.” He spoke softly, his eyes still on you as he ran his free hand through his hair. You go to grab the brownies out of the oven and place them on top of the oven to cool. "I'm going to set up the living room for the movie. You can come with me if you want." "I think I will.” König nodded at you, stepping away from the counter and walking away from the oven towards you. He looked you up and down, and while you were shorter than him by a few inches you could tell by the way he looked at you that he admired your form.

“What are we watching tonight?” He asked. You grab some snacks and some blankets before turning back around to König. "I'm not sure yet. I'm going to wait for my dad so we can all make a decision." “Okay.” König nodded at you. “In the meantime let me ask you a very important question.” König looked you directly in the eyes with a smirk as he spoke. “Is it alright if I join you under those blankets?” "Hmm I think I can allow that." Before turning on your heel and heading to the living room to rejoin your dad.

König stayed quiet as he followed you back into the living room, his hand still casually resting on your hip. The two of you joined your dad and sat down on the sofa ready for the movie. As the movie begins, the room falls silent, the three of you focusing on the movie. König leans into you and snuggles up next to you as you cuddle up with the blanket and snacks. “Is it alright if I put my arm around you?” He whispered in your ear, waiting for your response. "Don't make it too obvious." You whisper back. “You’re not fun sometimes, you know that?” He teased, laughing softly. He placed an arm around your neck and pulled you into his body comfortably, wrapping the other arm around you while his free hand fiddled with one of your fingers. "Hey I know that but he doesn't know about what we have going on." You nudge him. “Are you sure this is something you’d like to keep concealed from your father?” He whispered, leaning down so that you could hear him better. “This is the sort of thing we should be able to be open about. After all mein schatz, I’d do anything for you.”

He moved his hand from your finger, rubbing along your arm with his larger hand while staring into your eyes with a soft smile. "You're his friend, I'm his daughter I don't think he would approve." You fiddle with his fingers. "I would love to show this to the world but the approval of my dad is very important to me." “Of course, of course, your father is certainly a very important man in many ways.” König lifted his hand from your arm and moved to your cheek, his hand rubbing your soft skin gently as he stared deeply in your eyes. “Maybe someday, we can be open about this...in due time.”

He leaned in closer towards you, his body facing so that his hips were touching yours. With your faces inches apart the man gave you a soft smile, his fingers stroking your face and cheek. "König..." you scolded him under a whisper. "My dad's right there." “Oh I’m just leaning in close. There’s nothing wrong in that.” He said with a smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing. He moved his hand away from your cheek and back to your hip, using it to slightly pull you closer towards him. You shift slightly closer to him. With the cover of the blanket hoping your dad doesn't notice the moment you're having with his friends on the other sofa. “You look so beautiful tonight,”König whispered, his voice so soft you could barely hear him. “Especially sitting here next to me, in the warmth of this blanket we share.” König smiled again, leaning in towards you so that his body was completely against yours. Slowly he lowered his head until your shoulders were just barely touching, his breath tickling your neck. "aww König you're too sweet to me."

You slightly shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck. Leaning slightly further into his body. “Do you think you’d enjoy being here next to me for more than just tonight?” König continued, his breath tickling your skin. He moved his hand to your neck, rubbing it in a gentle and soft manner. “I was wondering, you see…if you’d like to be here with me every night…” You look at him eyes slightly widened at his ask "I would love that but we would have to tell my dad." You whisper resting your head on his shoulder. "Could we do that once the movie ends. I think I'm ready." König nodded at you, smiling as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Of course. We can talk to your father after the movie, I’m more than willing.” König sighed, still having a hand wrapped around your neck, moving it down towards your back. König gave you a gentle squeeze, his other hand caressing your lower back as you sat against him. “You don’t have anything to be worried about schatz. We will always be okay, together.” "Thank you König, you might have to help me tell him. I might fall apart." You continue to whisper to him “That’s quite alright.” He replied, smiling down at your head. “Even if you do fall apart, ich bin für dich da. I’ll be there for you.” He moved both of his hands to your back, rubbing them up and down. “I’m sure everything will be fine, schatz. It will just be the two of us after tonight and your father is very open minded, na ja?" "That's true I think I'm overthinking this." You turn to continue to watch the rest of the movie cuddled into König. “Of course you’re overthinking.” König laughed, squeezing you even tighter. “Your Vater will be just fine when he finds out about us.”

The movie finishes and the credits are rolling, silence taking over the room. Your father, who had been watching the movie, turns to face you both. “So, how are you both doing?” Your father asks, smiling. König turns to you and speaks softly but at a normal volume now. “Shall we tell him?” "I don't know. I'm overthinking this too much." König sighed. “Alright. I’m just going to do it and trust that you’ll be calm once I tell your father.” He took a deep breath and turned so that he was facing your father. “Your daughter and I, wir sind zusammen.” Your father looked down at the two of you, nodding with a calm smile. “Mein Gott, I’m happy for both of you.” Your father stood up, placing his hand on König’s shoulder. “It’s always good to hear that my daughter is happy.” You smile at both König and your dad, relief overcomes you happy that he now knows about you two. Your father hugged you, embracing you with a wide smile on his face “Thank you meine Tochter for telling me. I am very happy that you found love.”

König sat back down and put his arm back around you, smiling at your father and leaning down to whisper to you. “See, what did I tell you? Your father is very understanding and happy for you schatz. "I know I was just worried for nothing I guess." You lean into his embrace. “It’s alright, mein schatz. Your worries were reasonable but your Vater has shown he does not mind this arrangement at all.” König smiled at your father, shaking his head slightly. “I must say, this man has a big heart for being so forgiving for his daughter.” Your father laughed, nodding his head as he looked back at the television “Thank you both for telling me. I’m so very happy you both found happiness and love, especially after what this world has put you both through.” "Thank you dad. I'm so glad you're happy for me even though it's not the most conventional. I love you so much." “Do not worry, meine Tochter. I am a very open minded person, especially when it comes to the things my daughter gets up to. And this, if I might say so, is quite sweet.” Your father smiled up at you, looking at you and König snuggled up together.

“Do you want any tea or coffee?” He asked. “Yes please Papa.” You replied before looking to König. “What would you like?” "I'll have a coffee please Papa. König anything for you?" You look up at him waiting for his response. “Just coffee for me as well." König smiled up at your father and then looked back to you. “Schatz..? I think your father wants to have a private word with you, at least that’s the vibe I’m getting.” You looked towards your father with a confused expression and König moved to stand.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He murmured softly. "I'll be back my love. Just stay here I shouldn't be too long." You kiss his lips and head to the with your dad to make the coffee. “Alright meine schatz, I’ll be here.” König smiled at you and remained on the far end of the couch after you left, looking towards your father as you and him walked out of the room. You walk into the kitchen following in after your father closing the door closing behind the two of you.

”Meine Tochter, ich muss etwas mit dir reden.” Your father whispered, looking down at you with a sincere and worried expression. "Was ist los, papa?" you respond to him. “I’m a little worried about you and König being together.” Your father started the conversation, the two of you sitting at the table together. “I know you’re both adults and you deserve to be happy, but I’m worried that this connection between you two is just a result of your trauma. I know you’re hurting and you’re looking for comfort. And he is so kind to be there for you. I just wanted to say that I’m worried this is a short term thing, not long-term.” "I know Papa but it's really not. We have an actual connection. There is a chance it's through our shared trauma but we care about each other really deeply." “I see. I’m just worried that this is all just a part of the healing process. You know I have your best interests at heart and I want to protect you from harm.” Your father sighed and then sat quietly for a bit, staring at you with a concerned look.

“Can I ask you something?” He finally whispered. “It’s just that...I’m a bit worried about his intentions. He may just be wanting you because you two can connect over your shared traumas.” Your father looked down at you, biting his lip. “I’m sorry but I’m just looking out for you. I need you to remember that wir sind hier if you ever need me. Oder?” 'Natürlich.” König chimed in from the other room, his tone quiet and soft. "I know Papa." You hug him before hearing König from the other room. “I do love you, meine schatz, even if I’m over protective.” Your father whispered. You hugged him back, nodding your head slowly.

In the adjacent room, König spoke up again loudly enough to hear his voice, “I’m just here to be by your side, meine schatz. I will always be there to support you.” You look at the open door laughing softly at your boyfriend's voice. "I know you are meine schatz" you respond loud enough so he can hear it too. König smiled to himself and walked over to the open door. “Schatz, if I may…I do love you with all my heart and I hope that you can see yourself with me in the long run." “Ich wünsche mir nur das Beste für dich, meine Tochter. Du bist ein gutes Mädchen, das sich um nichts sorgen muss. Ich möchte nur dein Glück sehen.” "I can meine liebe I love you so much." You turn to your dad. "I'm so glad I have your approval even though you have your doubts about us." “Do not misunderstand your father.” König chuckled softly, leaning against the wall near the door. “He is very understanding and accepting.” Your father still talked with you quietly.

“Ich glaube dir, meine Tochter. Du bist so wie du bist und das ist gut. Du bist ein wirklich gutes Mädchen.” He sighed and looked down at you, smiling. “Aber ich bin nur ein Vater, der sein Kind liebt. Ich bin nur besorgt, dass es richtig und dass es aufrichtig ist.” "I know König I understand what he's saying though." You smile up at him. Turning back to your father and speaking quietly. "You'll always be worried Papa and that's okay but you can trust me with this one and I can assure you of it" “I know, meine Tochter. And ich glaube dir. It is always good to be worried about the ones you love. Do not hold this against me. Now, can I have a kiss? You know how much I enjoy my küsse.”

Your father laughed quietly, placing his hands on your cheeks and bringing you in for a tight hug. You hug and kiss your father knowing he finally approves of your relationship with his friend. You look over to König who's smiling at the interaction hoping he's also thinking the same thing as you. König looked over to you with a smile on his face. He was glad to see you so happy and to know that your father approved of the relationship he had with you. “Meine schatz, it looks like he’s finally given us his blessing.” He said, coming up beside you. “Do you want to head back into the other room and watch another movie?” "I think he has. Let me make us all the coffee we were going to have and we can go back in and watch another movie." König nodded and smiled. “Alright. I’ll be waiting with your father in the other room.”

König started to walk back into the living room, turning to your father. “Was schön das er uns akzeptiert.” Your father smiled back at König and nodded. “Natürlich mein Freund. Ich will nur, dass meine Tochter glücklich und sicher ist!” The two of them talked in their natural tongue for a bit, laughing and joking as you made the coffee. You make the coffee smiling at the two men speaking in their native tongue. Finishing up the three coffees you head back into the living room and place them on the table in the middle of the room. The two men are still chatting in their native tongue. König turned to you as you set down the coffee mugs and then looked back to your father, who spoke briefly in German before switching to English. “Meine Tochter would you mind if König stayed here tonight?” Your father spoke softly, turning to you with a concerned expression. “I don’t want you to get a cold coming home, das ist nicht gut für dich.” König smiled at you sweetly, speaking up once more.

“Mir ist es egal. Ich bin froh dass ich hier bleiben kann.” "Papa of course König can stay the night it is extremely cold outside." “Thank you meine Tochter. You are so kind.” Your father turned back to look at König. “Natürlich kannst du hier bleiben, König. Ich werde ein Schlafzimmer für dich leeren.” König nodded, still smiling at you as your father went upstairs to make room for the two of you.

“We should probably get you to bed meine Schatze unless we want to cuddle all night. Which is actually what I would prefer.” "Cuddling all night sounds amazing meine liebe as long as you're here with me I have no care." You give him a quick kiss on the lips. König looked down at you, smiling. “Cuddling sounds like a nice way for us to spend the rest of our evening. I’m afraid you’ll get cold if you stay up much longer,” he added in a light teasing tone. “Komm, ich möchte, dass wir die Nacht zusammen verbringen.” König moved his hand to your back, rubbing it in a gentle and loving manner before starting to walk to your room, turning around to look at you. “Are you coming?” "Yeah just quickly tidying the living room then I'll be there okay." “Okay meine schatz. I’ll be waiting. Please hurry, as I think both of us want to get into bed together. Nicht war?”

König smiled and winked at you as he turned around to face forward and start walking back towards your room again, still rubbing your back affectionately. He was ready for bed and to spend the rest of the evening in cuddles with his sweet princess. You quickly tidy the bowls and cups from the living room into the kitchen and head up to your room where König is waiting. “You ready meine Liebe?” König looked back and smiled warmly up at you as you entered the room. You looked back to see your room had been prepared with sheets and pillows for you two, although some of your old possessions are still littered around the room. König walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his hands on your hips and looking down at you with a loving smile. “Come my Schatz. I want to be in your arms as you fall asleep.”

You quickly grab your night clothes and get changed in the bathroom before heading back to your room to rejoin König in bed. König lay down comfortably on your bed, pulling the blankets back for you as you got out of the bathroom. He laid there for a few seconds before calling out to you. “Meine schatz, komm hier. Es ist ganz gemütlich. He smiled at you patiently, looking forward to snuggling up with his love. You get into bed whispering in his ear. "I know it's comfortable my love. You're here now." “Es ist immer gemütlich, wenn wir zusammen sind.” König snuggled up next to you under the blankets, smiling softly. “Schlafen Sie gut meine liebe. Ich liebe dich.” König began to gently brush and caress your hair, rubbing your neck and your back in the process and speaking softly. “Gute Nacht, meine kleine Schatze, bis morgen.” You quietly laugh at his tired voice falling back into his native tongue "Gute Nacht Liebling, ich liebe dich sehr." You feel yourself drifting off to sleep with him rubbing your neck. “Ich liebe dich auch sehr meine Schatze. Gute Nacht, meine kleine Fräulein, sweet dreams.”

König closed his eyes and embraced you tightly, slowly drifting off himself as he took care of you in sleep. His voice was soft and comforting as he caressed you and spoke sweetly. You didn’t see him fall asleep but when you woke the next morning he was no longer next to you in bed. You could hear soft footsteps and quiet voices coming from the kitchen, your father and König. You turn onto your back smiling at yourself finally happy for the first time in a while.

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sillystargirll · 11 months

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Mommy's Milk

Konig wants your titties and milk 😏

not fucking proofread.

cw: sexual themes, tit play, begging, Konig whimpering, mentions of past pregnancy, use of German words

König watched how you placed the newborn on the crib, he watched how the child peacefully slept. they were so innocent, pure, and gentle, compared to him he was a giant who murder people violently he was always nervous begin around the child, but you assured him that he wouldn't hurt the child and it was okay to be nervous.

you both exited the child's room and walked over to the living room where the TV was playing some random show, you both sat on the couch. you let out a tired sigh the child had kept you up endless nights you barely had any time for yourself and not to mention your tits were always leaking with milk it was annoying and you hated it.

"ugh when is this gonna end." you were on the verge of tears every shirt you had worn always ended up begin stained with the milk coming out of your tits, König saw the stains on your shirt he got up from the couch and grabbed the pump and a warm cloth. he walked back and gave them to you.

"Here. Maus.." he sat next to you and helped put the clamp on your breast and you took off your shirt now all you had to do was pump.

"God fuck. That hurts like hell..." you growled out and stared as it filled the bag. From the corner of your eye, you could see König staring at how his eyes couldn't look away from your tits. you could see how hard he was getting and you stopped.

"Konig...do you like this?" you asked and he perked up.

"Huh? Oh! I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare I was uh...I didn't think ...I just..." you unhooked everything and set it to the side.

"Look at me, baby." He lifted his head to you and you had a smirk on your face.

"Do you like watching mommy milk her tits? Or do you want to milk them yourself?" you asked him and kissed his neck.

"M-Maus!" König took his hand and placed it on your breast. He could feel the wetness of her breast and he couldn't keep focus he could feel his cheeks get red underneath his mask.

"Come on...be a good boy. Strip for me?" you asked him and he immediately did as you commanded. you slid your hands up his arms and pulled him to lie down on the couch.

"You're so adorable." you glided your hands over his chest and kissed his neck and soon you grabbed his cock between your hands.

"Ah Maus just...right to it...ha~" You kissed his lips and nibbled on his bottom lip. "Go ahead König, you can." His eyes lifted to hers as she slowly pumped her hand around him. He removed his mask in one motion He kissed your collarbone down to your breast and his mouth latched onto you. you sucked in a breath and closed her eyes.

The moment he was able to get your breast into his mouth he moaned and felt his entire body shake. "Ahh, M-Maus you taste so good. I love you so much." you pushed his caressed his hair gently and smiled.

"You're such a good boy, do you want me?" you asked and he nodded.

"No no, use your words." "Yes. Yes, please. Maus?" She cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

you reached over to a small drawer that was next to the couch and pulled out a condom

"Want me to put it on?" "Yes, please. Mhm...yes..." you opened the package and reached down to roll it over to him. He moaned softly and instinctively bucked his hips into your hand.

"I want to watch you. Only look at me, okay hun? Go on..." he looked into your eyes as he placed himself against you and pushed. you held your poker face even though each time he entered it felt like the world had gone dizzy and you were living.

Konig didn't do so well with keeping a straight face. He grunted and closed his eyes and in turn, you halted him. "Open. Your. Eyes. Only look at me. Okay?" you demanded and he nodded opening his eyes to you.

"Please M-Maus I can't...oh god you feel so good." He whined out and like every time before he forgot about the world and how out of control he could get and slammed the rest of himself into you. This was the one thing that made your poker face break and you cried out tilting your head back.

"Oh, Schätzchen..." he latched his mouth back onto her as he moved his hips into her. She reached her arms over his neck and panted. His pace kept picking up the more he sucked on her breast.

"God you're going to milk me König-I...fuck. Wow you're very...you're being a..good boy..." you squeaked out and closed your eyes tightly. König lifted off of your breast and whined. His mouth hung open and his tongue was white and slick with your milk and his saliva.

He was moving his hips and slamming into you causing you to gasp and grip onto the sides of the couch for support. "You're doing..." You tried to get words out but the more he forced himself into you the more your mind clouded.

you could tell he was close because his hips stuttered and his moans came out high pitched and his eyes were closed shut, his mouth still hanging open. you reached up and shoved your fingers into his mouth. He only gagged a little and looked down at you.

He sucked your fingers and you licked your teeth looking up at him. "You can have the rest after mommy cums yeah?" He nodded his head and one of his fingers slithered down and found its way against your clit and you yelled out.

"M-Maus"his head tilted up and his tongue rolled out of his mouth. He looped one of his arms under her knee and pulled it up to his shoulder.

"Fuck! König!" The angle at that he shoved his cock into you had let him reach your most sensitive areas. your body flushed in red as your orgasm washed over your body leaving König's cock soaked and still twitching for his release.

"C-can I cum. Please can I cum I made...M-Maus. Please..." he whined and shoved his face into your chest with shaking legs. "Yes baby boy, go on. Cum for mommy." The moment those words exited your mouth he released hard inside of the condom and he bit the inside of your breast making you hiss a little.

Konig lazily lifted his head watching as his bite mark marked your soft skin.

He dropped into her chest and held you tightly making sure that one of your breasts was in his mouth. you go ahead and slide the condom off of his body.

"good boy" you mumbled into his head and closed his eyes.

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warrior-of-justice · 1 year

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Peacekeeping

Simon Riley x reader

Ok so ......ghost simps ..please tell me what do we think about ghost Simon as a body gard with a UN peacekeeping diplomat who is not only have mental health in a ditch with incredible ( or none at all ) humor and they also simp on him like 24*7*365.

Let's just think that due to their accidental prone self she get constantly kidnapped because not only she accidental but she keep going to these oppressed nation and questioning the bullcrap of oppressor of country at world stage.

Now because of this they are now going to some real imp mission in (let's not say name of an country there are too many to choose from ) but because of several threats she have to take her safety seriously and not be sucidal af -enter our baby girl SIMON GHOST

My guy is not impressed by their humor or her sucidal bull crap but but he does kinda admire their boldness (and stupidity) to throw herself in for the cause

*insue absolute dark humor as coping mechanism fuled by sole power to woo a man for the first time their whole goddamn life *

Simon is unimpressed .

Well our baby will keep it up to woo him then mission is over for Simon but now ..ooohhh he have an admirer so they will follow him every where he goes like even las almas Chicago uk if he is there they are with him .

Simon will get fed-up which will cause ..some real bad rejection (like having a PTSD from that rejection kinda rejection)

Then after our oh so poor heartbroken reader will go home ..

Not in metamorphic way but they will return to home town . Then after some time our Simon with 141 get deployed here and suddenly he thinks we are not a shit anymore but remember we got PTSD!!!

So here we will get our angst to fluff (not explaining cuz (don't worry I won't use this kind of abrivation in the story) I don't wanna spoil anything)

Then how should it end ....idk

Sad ending - reader dies. Why cuz while she was in her home for so long all her haters know her location so pew pew pew

Happy ending - literally how do you end anything at good note at the end every happy time come to an end and we all die

Open end - I don't have that much of a big brain 🧠🤡

So I am writing this (also my first time writing anything on Tumblr I do not know what is what so I sincerely call upon the veteran who knows what they are doing to guide a novice.

Also your own suggestion or headcanons anything are welcome.

(last thing I am not native English speaker so please if you find any mistake TELL ME)

Ok byeeeee 💀

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Day Ten: Köing + Home Alone

Your Christmas party was an absolute hit. Dinner had gone to plan, and if that wasn't enough, you had even gotten to the white elephant this year before you managed to get your friends all sitting down and comfy on your oversized couch to watch a few movies before everyone had to leave and go back home.

The dinner you had prepped the night before had been rudely interrupted when Köing had decided he was tired of watching you cook over the hot stove, and he wrapped his large arms around your frame, dragging you far away from the kitchen. Far away and into your bed. Your legs tangled that night, and when you woke up, you realized how much work still needed to be done. Your collective friends had offered to bring drinks and food, to which you had agreed. Thankful that a few things would be already taken care of.

Köing wasn't afraid to show off that you were his. Regardless that all of your friends already had partners, he was at your side when the doorbell rang. A large hand cupped around your hip as you stood there with a smile on your face. Funny enough, almost all of Köing's coworkers had ended up with your friends. McTavish, Riley, and Price had all been invited to your Christmas get-together.

After dinner, everyone was fat on ham, turkey, and sugary sweetness. Your girlfriends all dragged their boyfriends to the living room. "I've got some wine if you girls want any." All their eyes lit up.

"Schatz, you can sit down and take a break," Köing said as he walked into the kitchen behind you. "I know. We have guests though, and I'd like to be a good host." You said, grabbing four glasses of wine. "Come on now." Köing tried. You just shook your head. Already tired, you could see the mountain of dishes in your sink.

You set the wine bottle on the coffee table and give your girlfriends their glasses. You nudge Köing and give him a look. "Oh, um… do you guys want a beer?" Köing offers to his co-workers. He's gone for not that long with four beers in hand. You're already stuffed under the blanket. Köing stuffs himself next to you.

3 movies and a whole bottle of wine later. Your girlfriends are all asleep clinging to their boyfriends. You grab the remote to choose another movie or shut the TV off. Price is the first to speak. "I best get her back home." I nod. "Let me just make a to-go container with food." Price tries to deny your gift but is interrupted by Köing. "She'll just keep pushin'." He says, Price nods.

This process repeats itself two more times. You shuffle off to the kitchen, trying to get rid of most of the food since you know that Köing and you won't be able to finish it all yourself.

You finally manage to settle when all your guests have left with a large Tupperware container in their hands. Köing pulls you over to the couch, but when you try to get up, he pulls you back down. "Baby, I need to do the dishes." He just hums at your words. He's agreeing, but he's not really paying attention.

He likes how you feel against him, how warm you are, how he can feel your heartbeat against his chest. How your breathing slows the longer the two of you lay there. After a few moments, you try once more. "Schatz, I'll do the dishes later on, or tomorrow." You giggle at his words. "What, you think I won't?" He asks with a grin as he combs through your hair with his fingers.

" I just know that it's bullshit." Köing gasps, faking being wounded by your words. "Come here." He demands, pushing you up further on his large frame. At this point, you are straddling his hips. You lay your head into the crook of his shoulder and neck.

"Give me a kiss, would ya?" Köing asks, his voice husky as it sends shivers down your spine. Tired or not, you'll always kiss him when he asks. You shake your head, being a bit of a brat just for kicks.

"Come on, Schatz, kiss your man since we are home alone now." You roll your eyes, "Like you care when people are around." You say before grabbing the side of his face and dragging him close to your lips. "You're right. I don't care. Now stop being a brat, and let me kiss you." Köing mutters as you get closer and closer to his lips.

He grows impatient at your slow pace and pulls you in the other way. Your lips are meant for each other, melded together the second they touch, as the more your lips are together, the more you sink into his warmth. Your breath hitches in your throat as you try to keep yourself together. In one fluid movement, Köing is lifting both of you up and off the couch. "Köing!" You shirked.

Completed on: 11/21/23

Posted on: 12/10/23

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mariposa-writes · 7 months

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Shattered Bonds

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Word count: 2.6k

Overview: In the aftermath of your brother's mysterious death, a shattered bond of trust separates you from your closest friend, Simon.

CW: Grief and loss, substance abuse, mentions of death, mild violence, mental health.

Author's Note: Thinking about doing a second part to this. Let me know if I should make it a happy or sad ending. Please like, comment, and REBLOG.

Your deepest nightmare had manifested itself into reality. You were completely and utterly alone.

Although, to be fair, your residence was currently bustling with individuals. Some were acquaintances from high school, while others were mere strangers. Nevertheless, none of their presence held any significance.

For in that very moment, you were truly alone in this world.

Your brother, confidant, partner in mischief, your lifeline—had passed away. You grappled with the daunting prospect of life without him. The idea of moving forward, devoid of his calls, embraces, or even his woefully bad dad jokes, was unfathomable.

You sat on your couch, surrounded by well-intentioned individuals attempting to offer solace, their words often fading into a distant murmur.

"He's in a better place now."

"He'll always be with you."

"Your brother was a great man."

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A month had crawled by since the funeral, each day stretching out like a lifetime. From the moment you woke up to the departure of the last guest from your home, time moved at a glacial pace, as if it had forgotten how to flow.

The ache in your heart remained as profound as ever, a constant companion through these long, lonely weeks.

Your nightly routine had undergone a transformation, abandoning its structure and order. Instead, you settled for a quick shower before cocooning yourself in the familiar embrace of your sweatpants and a t-shirt that had once belonged to your brother. The fabric still carried his scent, a faint trace of his presence that offered a small measure of comfort in this new, uncertain reality.

The kettle on the stove reached its boiling point, its shrill whistle slicing through the heavy air just as a knock echoed at your door. You took the kettle off the burner, wondering who it could be at this late hour of the night.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned, your gaze drilling into the man before you.

"I came to make sure you were okay," he replied.

"Cut the act, Simon. You ignore my calls, don't bother with my texts, and now you think you can just show up out of the blue?" You huffed, your indignation evident.

"I know, I'm sorry," he admitted.

"Sorry?" You questioned incredulously. "This has been the most excruciating month of my life, and you were nowhere to be found!" A tear welled up in your eye, and you sniffled. "I needed you," you admitted weakly, your vulnerability surfacing in the midst of your anger.

He stepped closer, his hand gently resting on your waist. "I'm here now," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse. With a tender gesture, he pulled you into his chest, enfolding you in the warmth of his embrace as his arms wrapped around your weeping form.

You had the impulse to resist, to push him away, but the exhaustion of the past month had drained you of all resistance. Instead, you surrendered to the solace of his arms, seeking the comfort that had been absent ever since you'd received the devastating news about your brother.

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional sniffle or a quiet sob that escaped your lips. Simon held you tightly, understanding that words couldn't mend the pain, but his presence might provide some respite.

As time passed, you both remained locked in that intimate embrace, sharing the weight of your grief. The world outside seemed to fade away, and in that moment, it was just the two of you, united by loss and the fragile bonds of friendship.

Eventually, you pulled away, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. "It's cold, come in. I was making tea." You offered, feeling calmer than you had all month now that Simon was here.

You led Simon into your cozy living room, the scent of tea already permeating the air. The familiar surroundings of your home offered a sense of security, and you found yourself beginning to relax, the tension in your shoulders easing.

As you settled onto the couch, you couldn't help but think about the history between you and Simon. He had always possessed a calming presence, a quality you had sensed from the first time your brother had brought him home, introducing him to your family as his best friend.

Since that day, Simon had become a constant presence in your life. You struggled to remember a time when he wasn't there, a reliable and steady companion through the ups and downs of life. His absence during this difficult month had been a stark departure from the norm, but you were determined to cherish the connection that had endured for so long.

Simon nodded appreciatively as you handed him a steaming cup of tea. "Thank you," he said softly, his eyes reflecting the depth of his regret.

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Simon stayed around after that, choosing to sleep on your couch instead of returning to base. You didn't protest; in fact, you found comfort in his presence.

The days were a mix of tension and familiarity, with the occasional awkward moments, especially when you couldn't help but recall how Simon had left you when you needed him most. However, there were also moments of ease and comfort.

Growing up, you, Simon, and your brother had practically been inseparable, spending weeks, if not months, together in your house. So, in some ways, this situation wasn't entirely new.

As time passed, the two of you settled into a natural routine. Simon would depart during the days, his destinations often a mystery, while you worked from home, only venturing into the office when absolutely necessary.

This morning, like many others, Simon had already left before you had even gotten up. It was a pattern you had grown accustomed to; he usually went to bed later and rose earlier.

While preparing a cup of tea, your gaze happened upon the calendar magnetically adhered to your fridge. Today's date stood out, encircled and embellished with doodles, marking your brother's birthday. You hadn't forgotten what today was; in fact, you preferred not to dwell on it. The weight of his absence had made every reminder a poignant stab at your heart.

You found your gaze fixated on the calendar for longer than you'd like to admit, your thoughts mired in a swirl of emotions. Finally, you abandoned the idea of making tea, pouring out the water, and instead retrieved a twelve-pack of beer and a bottle of vodka from the fridge.

Slamming the fridge door shut, you felt a surge of frustration as that date continued to taunt you from the calendar. Placing the bottle of vodka on the counter, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You yanked the calendar off the fridge, crumpled it up, and forcefully deposited it into the trash can, as if by doing so, you could erase the painful reminder of the day.

With your work computer carelessly stashed into your bag, you abandoned the day's responsibilities. Instead, you reached for the TV remote, its familiar weight comforting in your hand. You powered on your favorite show, seeking refuge in its distraction.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the bottle of vodka, uncorking it with a swift motion. Without hesitation, you lifted it to your lips, taking a shot. The fiery liquid burned its way down your throat, and you welcomed the sensation, hoping that the alcohol would soon numb your senses to the point where you wouldn't remember the day of the week, let alone the painful date etched in your memory.

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The sun had begun its descent on the horizon when Simon finally returned home. He anticipated finding you either at the table diligently working on your tasks or perhaps sitting on the couch, engrossed in a show or book. However, the sight that greeted him sent a pang of sorrow through his heart.

There you were, sprawled out on the couch, your form limp and vulnerable. Empty beer bottles lay scattered on the floor around you, and a half-empty bottle of vodka sat ominously on the coffee table, a stark testament to the attempt to drown out the pain that had overwhelmed you.

Simon let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing upon him as he dropped his bag on the floor. With a sense of determination, he made his way over to you, gently picking up the empty bottles and disposing of them in the kitchen trash. The half-empty bottle of vodka found a new home in a cabinet that he hadn't seen you use before.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice filled with both worry and understanding. "Let's get you to bed."

With gentle strength, he carefully lifted you from the couch and carried you to your bedroom. There, he assisted you in changing out of the alcohol-scented clothes and into a clean t-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts, maneuvering your body with utmost care. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, his actions were marked by a deep sense of compassion and an unwavering commitment to helping you through this difficult time.

He tucked you snugly into bed, making sure you were comfortable before reaching for the cord on the lamp. Just as the room dimmed, your hand reached out and gently grasped his wrist. Your voice was groggy as you asked, "Can you stay with me tonight?"

"Of course," he answered without hesitation. He got into bed beside you, providing the reassuring presence you so desperately needed.

You wasted no time, curling up in his side and laying your head on his chest. His arm circled around you, keeping you securely tucked into his side.

You lay there in silence, desperately attempting to coax yourself into slumber, yet sleep remained elusive. Your mind had become a battlefield ever since Simon had unexpectedly appeared at your doorstep, relentlessly tormenting you with a single, haunting question.

No matter how hard you tried to move past what Simon had done, it proved to be an impossible task without an explanation. His abrupt disappearance from your life continue to baffle you, leaving a gaping void that couldn't be filled. In the quiet of the night, you summoned the courage to confront him, unsure if he was already asleep.

"Simon?" you whispered hestantly.

"Hmm?" came his drowsy response.

Taking a few deep breaths to steady your nerves, you pressed on. Asking the question that had relentlessly gnawed at your thoughts ever since Simon had taken refuge in your home. "Why didn't you come to the funeral?" Your voice was barely louder than a mouse's, laced with uncertainty

"I was working," Simon repeated, but you weren't convinced. you knew him too well. His voice had that ever-so-slight elevation that only someone intimately familiar with him could detect.

You leaned in closer, your eyes narrowing in the dim light of the room. "Simon, we've been through too much together for me not to know when you're lying. What's the real reason you didn't come? Why didn't any of the task force come?" Your words carried a mixture of frustration and hurt, a reflection of the years of friendship that seemed to be unraveling before your eyes.

Simon let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. His reluctance to meet your gaze was evident as he finally confessed, "I was investigating your brother."

Startled, you sat up abruptly, putting some distance between yourself and Simon. "Investigating my brother?" your voice trembled with a mix of confusion and concern. "Why? Did he do something wrong?" The thought of your brother being involved in something illicit or dangerous sent a shiver down your spine.

The weight of Simon's revelation hung heavily in the air, and tears welled up in your eyes as you absorbed the shocking news. Your brother had dedicated himself to the military, pouring his heart and soul into his service. The idea of him being labeled as a "dirty officer" by the very institution he had sacrificed so much for was a painful blow.

Reluctantly, you found the strength to voice the question that you dreaded to ask. "Do you think he's dirty?"

Simon's silence spoke volumes, confirming your worst fears without a single word. The truth lay heavy between you, a bridge burned and a bond strained by the shadows of doubt.

With a heavy heart and a mind clouded by a whirlwind of emotions, you rose from the bed, determined to put some distance between yourself and Simon. The betrayal and uncertainty weighed on you, and you needed space to process it all.

As Simon made a move to approach you, you whispered, "Get out of my house," your voice barely audible in its initial plea. When he remained rooted in place, his expression confused and lost, you steeled yourself and repeated the command with a firmer resolve. "Get out of my house, Simon," you gritted through your teeth, your eyes reflecting the pain and anger that simmered beneath the surface.

His voice, pleading and full of desperation, called your name, "Please, we can talk about this." But you remained unmoved, consumed by a potent cocktail of hurt and betrayal. How could Simon, the one person who knew your brother as well as you did, lack faith in his innocence? Your brother was a beacon of integrity, and you couldn't fathom that he would ever betray his country.

Simon continued, his words slipping into your thoughts like a venomous serpent. "All the evidence-" It was as if a red mist descended upon you, a sudden surge of anger and frustration. In a fit of overwhelming emotion, you grabbed the nearest object, a lamp on your nightstand, and hurled it towards Simon. He reacted with lightning reflexes, narrowly avoiding the projectile, which shattered against the wall where he had been standing just moments before.

"The evidence doesn't matter!" you yelled, your voice filled with raw emotion. "He's innocent, and you know it! Stop lying to yourself!" No amount of evidence could sway your unwavering belief in your brother's goodness. It pained you deeply to see how easily Simon had been influenced, how easily the whole task force had been swayed, by what they had seen or heard, casting doubt on the man you knew your brother to be.

Simon, concerned for your well-being, moved closer and gently restrained your flailing arms, preventing any further outbursts that could lead to harm. "Listen," he implored, his voice earnest, "I'm trying to prove his innocence. It's just that everything I uncover makes him look worse. I can't keep going down this path and risk further damage to his reputation."

"Sounds like it's already been ruined," you retorted bitterly, your gaze filled with a mixture of frustration and contempt as you looked at Simon. The weight of your brother's tarnished reputation hung heavily in the air, a painful reminder of the chasm that had grown between you and the person who had once been one of your closest confidants.

Simon gazed at you with a mix of determination and remorse in his eyes. He nodded solemnly, understanding the depth of your pain and the importance of the task ahead. "I'll do everything in my power to clear his name," he vowed.

With a heavy heart, you replied, "Keep looking. Don't come back until you clear his name. I don't want someone in my house that doesn't believe in him."

Simon nodded once more, silently accepting your terms. He turned and left your room, his resolve renewed to uncover the truth and restore the faith you once had in him.

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