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guys I have a service dog named Riley, and she’s a Belgian Shepherd (Everyone thinks she’s German-) but anyways. Her gear colour is green/Khaki and someone asked if it was a cod reference

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Barking and bitting at the bars of my enclosure

You’re riding König, he’s laid out beneath you as his dick sits in you. You made a bet with him saying you could make him cum in less than 10 minutes.

“W-wait, stop, stop…”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re already ready to tap out. Scared you’re going to lose?”

He shakes his head, looking up at you. He looked so vulnerable beneath you.

“No…just stop moving like that…” he mumbles, not looking away from you.

“Like what…? Like this?” You grind on his dick, he lets out a small gasp as his eyes roll backwards.

“Oh…fuck…” he whispers.

You smirk down at him and place your hands on his pecs to lean down closer to him. “What was that?” You ask in a playful voice.

“N-nothing!” He says quickly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Okay. Well, I’ll get off the-”

“Wait!” He says hurriedly, grabbing your hips to keep you on him. “Don’t move…”

You look down at him to see his blissed out eyes…what a good boy he was.

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More country music Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

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As I said in my previous post of him, Ghost listens to rock, metal, anything loud to pull him from his thoughts. But the second he’s left those god awful war grounds, Simon Riley is listening to good ol’ country music.

He isn’t very fond of newer country, But there’s the odd hit or two he’ll enjoy.

Because of this, he’s not very fond of listening to the radio since all they play is the top 10 hits of that month on repeat, so he has a 2000’s thick CD case, filled to the brim with anything from George Strait to Eric Church. You’ve grown used to his pattern of getting in, pulling open the centre console, Flipping through the CD collection, some burnt by himself or mates of his, Pulling one out, Starting the truck, One finger still in the disc he selected as he turns the key, the engine lowly rumbling to life, And holding the brake as he pulls whatever disc was left in the stereo out and slipping it into the case, Dropping the new one in and putting the case back.

Sounds like it takes forever, but he’s got it down to a tee, only taking a minute to pull the truck into drive, turn around to face the back of the truck, one arm on the back of your head rest and pulling out of the driveway.

When you first got with him, you tried to convince him to just use Bluetooth, but he argued that “it’s just not the same.”

So despite all his friends telling him to upgrade his 2017 Chevy Silverado, he refuses to. It’s a reliable truck, But it also has a CD player built in, although if he had to get a new truck for whenever reason, he would totally tear out and replace the entire head unit just to have a CD player.

Occasionally, you’d flip through the large case, scanning over his ever growing collection, asking where they’re from or to hear that one next, And he’d certainly let you pick from time to time.

He never played the music very loudly, it was always a comfortable 10-15 volume, With him humming or mumbling along as his long fingers tapped the steering wheel along to the beat of the drums or the melody of the guitar.

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He isn’t the biggest fan of playing music during intimacy, he claims it ruins the moment. However he isn’t objected to sliding into the backseat if you were parked in the middle of nowhere and a good song came on.

And he’d certainly pick certain CD’s that are just long enough to drive to your lookout spot and end with just the right mix to make love<3

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This might become a series but idk👍

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Does anyone have any good Krueger AND konig fics of them together , or literally any fics with a lot of German use 😭

Or realistic country!/cowboy! Cod I’m desperate

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König would totally abuse the language barriers to say things and lie to you about what the mean, Threatningly telling people “geh weg von meiner Frau” in bars, though you never understand what your friend meant, he just told you he was telling them news or something “unimportant”

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but this is so him

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guys, I have a confession. Yk the song a little piece of heaven? Well when preforming, OCCASIONALLY Synyster Gates taps his thighs while preforming a little piece of heaven? it’s a need

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I was going to write a fic but I ended up writing an entire song (lyrics and guitar) within 2 hours🫶

Maybe make a fic anyways

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Country tunes-Dad!Simon “Ghost” Riley

This was a blurb bc I love dad ghost atm

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Ghost, likes rock and metal. Loud music to tear him from his thoughts, during your deployment it’s all you hear him listen too. Always.

Simon, likes country music, despite being British, he’s found himself fond of the love songs.

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You didn’t find this out until you had formed a relationship with ghost, You were laying, skin to skin, a sheer layer of sweat amugst both of you, but you didn’t mind, your thigh lay over his legs as your body curled over his, your finger tracing his tattoo covered arms, and he starts humming a soft tune, his fingers tapping rhythmically to the melody. You didn’t question it.

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Your relationship began to develop more, and each time you lay together, he’d hum the same tune

-/-

Simon was a gentle man, Ghost was a brutal excuse of a person. You began to learn the difference, and when Sinon agreed to come home with you during his few months off, you only saw more.

It was nice to finally have some time completely alone, as he lay you into your bed, connecting your bodies in such a gentle demeanour.

He was careful, Slow and yet still pushed so deep into you, Pushing you over the edge like always.

This time he finally pushed himself, Letting out a low groan into your neck as he stayed there for a minute.

And later found himself humming and tapping the same tune, You opened your moth to ask but choice to ignore it

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9 months later your laying in your hospital bed, hair a mess, skin covered in sweat, and a sweet baby girl held skin to skin with your fiancé, hearing his voice at a new, sweet and hush tone, singing to his newly born daughter,

“If your kiss turned me to stone

I'd be a statue standing tall in Ancient Rome

And if your touch shattered me like glass

I'd be in pieces trying to make the breaking last”

What a familiar melody..

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Low key hate this but I need country music and dad Simon like right now

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Erm hey buckaroos i have a long list of fic ideas, and i promise ill be writing more for disabled readers, But school has been whooping my butt lately because I just transferred into one of the hardest classes 3 weeks late 🫶 So once all is fine and dandy I promise I’ll write lots for you pookies, in the meantime I’m working on revamping a really really old Micheal Afton fic that I’m gonna change to Mike Schmit

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I’m in a huge writers block right now :(

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I love me some twisted dead dove do not eat fics, yes give me manipulation, yes give me fighting, yes give me reader putting themselves into bad situations

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heyyyy! you should make a wonka x reader fic where reader had pots and willy is there for her!

(i myself have pots and i would die if you write thisss :)

I will definitely try my best soon, I’m in a super bad writing slump right now but I’ll add this to the list!!:)

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Either the new cod fans are dying slowly or I’m just not seeing content, but it’s lowkey reminding me of the 2020 anime phase and I miss it

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Does anyone now any fics with konig reaching the reader German? I’m desperate

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Willy wonka x chronically ill reader, warnings of doctor and sickness talk! (I have chrons & POTS so this is roughly based on those diagnoses but there’s no mention of set issue)

Willy wonka who’s partner is chronically ill but the doctors can’t find any diagnosis or treatment.

Willy wonka who sits by your side through every trip to the doctor, on the bathroom floor during bad nights, taking note of foods and other triggers.

One day in specific, the day was going well you felt decent for the first time in a while, so Willy takes you to walk around town and sight see. But your head started spinning, your legs felt light, and suddenly you couldn’t hold yourself up, usually you’d have crutches for this, but you’d left them at home. And of course Willy would always support you.

One day, things were bad, you couldn’t leave your bed or the ball you were curled into, dearly clutching a giraffe plushy will had bought you. Will had left to grab you water, and rushed back into your room with light weight, not making too much noise, “I’m so sorry honey I’m back, I’m right here.” He said bringing over your water, placing it right by your side, You weakly looked up to meet his eyes, tears fighting to fall down your face. His expression filled with sorrow as he brought a hand to your chin, carefully listing your face to place a kiss on your cheek, before crawling into bed by your side, you looked to your water, seeing a small chocolate, It was in the shape of a heart, with purple and blue streaks throughout, you’d never doubted Will’s choice of sweets, so you took it into your hands, and slowly ate it. Before drinking a bit of water and rolling over into Will’s arms, which he wrapped around you immediately, making sure you were comfortable, and massaging your scalp. Leaving you to drift off to sleep calmly.

You’d wake up with Willy still holding you, he’d never dare leave you in such a state, but you felt, better? For once in so so long, you felt normal, no discomfort, headaches, stomach aches, it was a miracle, you quickly say up and turned Willy, “Did you?” He just smiled, “it worked?” He asked hopefully, you couldn’t find the words to respond, just jumped into his arms, “thank you handsome, so so much.”

(I need this to be real, I’m dying)

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B&B bulking cod men pt 2!

Konig, Soap & Ghost- pretty much filler but ending is important to plot

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The conversation with Konig was over as soon as it started as another door opened at out Soap came, Smiling as he picked up his tray, “Thank you las” he said as he walked right back into his room, As did Konig. Ghost however didn’t make a noise, just took the tray, and disappeared into his room.

Hours later the men would fill the common room, telling stories, the odd laugh and chuckle and funny arguments filled the building. Making you let out a small laugh as you mixed the pot that sat in the oven, watching the timer finish for the steaks in the oven.

You made quick work of organizing all three lunch plates, Half a steak, Half a salmon, some handmade mashed potatoes, with some greens on the side. You grabbed a large tray from under the sink and placed the plates onto each, With a tall glass of milk, and adding salt & pepper shakers onto the tray.

Soap was the first to notice your entrance to the common room, “whatcha got there lassie?” He asked, trying to see the tray, Making Ghost & Konig turn over as you placed the tray on the large table.

They all looked confused, turning to face you. “I figured I’d make you all lunch, I apologize if im over stepping, I just realized you hadn’t eaten yet and it’s getting a bit late for lunch.” You explained, gesturing to the clock that read 2:46.

“Thank you.” Ghost mumbled as he took his pick of the plates, shaking some salt and pepper over it. The rest of the men followed with thank you’s.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled as you returned to the kitchen, cleaning the pots and pans you used to cook, Hearing the sound of cutlery scrapping at tapping against plates as then men silently ate.

Konig came in first, holding the tray covered in empty dishes, you thanked him and reached for the top plate, “non sense, you made us a meal the least I could do is the dishes, if that’s okay?” He asked kindly. “Go right ahead, just please leave them in the drying rack when you’re done.”

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It has been nearly a week since the men had joined you, meaning they’d only be here for another. But the pattern of making them big breakfasts and lunch didn’t end. Due to them spending more time in the house instead of their usual leaving at 8:30 Am and coming home at 6, you’d grown closer to them, more so to Soap then the other too, but Konig would volunteer to help you clean up, and Ghost would silently do his share.

“What made you want to run a b&b? Isn’t it a bit dangerous in this area?” Ghost spoke up one evening after finishing his dinner, His voice was rough but he still had a British accent, the question caught you off guard, at first it was just for the money but you just never looked back once things started too run well. “I suppose it was just a quick way to get money when I first opened up, the house was rundown and too large for just me so I worked on it and got my permit.” You explained, “I guess it just worked out, I mean you guys are here every few months and there’s really no need to tip as much as you do.” You explained, “It’s a nice place, it’s the least we could do.” Konig chimed in, and Soap made a noise of agreement. “I suppose, It’s never what I wanted to do but hey, whatever makes the money.” You explained. “Perhaps you should join the military, the food you makes fuckin’ amazing. We could always use another cook.” Soap said with a chuckle, “Johnny don’t even try that.” Ghost grumbled angry in response, “I’m just saying, we could always use some better food at base and I’m sure this would suffice.” The scott argued back, “Alright enough, we’re not recruiting an innocent individual to cook for us.” Konig cut them off.

You thought for a moment, “I wouldn’t mind,” the men looked at you like deer in headlights. “That’s not just something you can decide on spot mate.” Ghost spoke up, Giving you a few minutes to think, he wasn’t wrong at all. But what would you be leaving behind? A few friends you barely speak too, a dead beat town? “True, but there’s not much going for me here other than this place.” You explain, “But I understand it’s not as easy as just volunteering and off I go.” Konig returned his attention to his plate, “I mean, if your records clean they might take you, got any professional cooking experience?” Soap asked, “I was a line cook for a few years, took hospitality and foods courses in college.”

Soap shrugged, “worth a shot if you really wanted to commit to it, you’d get slot more money then you would running this place, no offense.” He spoke, “it’s not the money that matters Soap”. Ghost argued again. “Sir- Ghost? I assure you I understand the risks of being involved in the military even as such an unimportant role.” You defended.

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So here you are, a week after the conversation, sat with Soap finalizing your recruitment application. “So all the files are together?” He asked, you anxiously nodded as you handled him over the folder filled with all of your information. “Great lassie, I’ll be seeing ye soon then, thank you for letting us stay again.” He said with a nod and out the door he went, Following after Ghost and Konig.