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A Strange Kindness, Indeed

Y/N is playing Red Dead Redemption 2, the mission "A Strange Kindness." the one where Arthur and Charles are searching for a new campsite and meet that German family.

Its pretty short this one. Also König + Red Dead Redemption 2?? HELLS YEAH! 😂😂😂 @ghostsareeverywhereblah2

For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, here's a reference

Y/n is an avid gamer. Red Dead Redemption 2 is your favorite so far, you love the details, the scenery, the story, and everything about it. Even if it's your 2nd playthrough.

You have your own space where you play. König, your husband, lets you do your gaming, but one day when he was about to check on you, seeing if you were hungry. He heard a language he is 100% familiar with because he speaks it.

"Liebe, I made-." he says as he enters your gaming room. Your game at a cutscene, so you can speak to him for a moment before it goes back into the game.

"Sprechen sie deutsch?." the lady in the game, armed with a shotgun with her two children behind her, asks Arthur and Charles. König enters the room right when she says this. The volume on your game is pretty loud, so he has a good hear of it.

"Ja." he says looking at your TV/computer screen as if the woman in the game can actually hear him, "Ich spreche deutsch."

That makes you laugh, now that these minor German characters have his attention. He watches you play as you continue on in the mission, then when you kill all the enemies at the new gang campsite. He never really watched you play. He assumed you'd want your space when you played your games.

When You rescue the father. That's when the real comedy comes out, for him at least.

"Bitte lass mich gehen." the man tied up pleads Arthur. You untie him, take him back to his family. When you play, your full concentration is on whatever game you're playing unless you have to use the bathroom, or eat something.

The commentary between the German man and Arthur is comedy gold to König because he understands both.

"Wo bringst du mich hin?." he asks Arthur.

"Zu deiner familie." König responds. You burst into laughter while trying not to crash your horse into anything.

What really makes him laugh is when Arthur says "How did someone even come up with those words?!." and the man continues to speak German to him, with Arthur following up with, "Look, friend, I can barely speak English."

"Yeah König, how did anyone come up with the German language?!." you joke. He sits there behind you, mumbling something in German as you play.

When you reach the end of the mission, and the man is reunited with his family. They're all speaking German.

The husband calls his wife by "Schatz." and their children "Liebe."

König leans towards your ear, "Thats what I call you schatz."

Once that's finished, and you're no longer in a cutscene, you pause the game and turn to him. "What did you want?."

For a moment, he had forgotten why he went into your room, "... oh I made us lunch."

You set down your controller, "Oh, alright. I was gonna come down after I finished this mission." You both go to the kitchen and eat since you had a small breakfast that morning.

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Warnings: angst at first, language, ends with fluff

All you wanted was for him to take some time off. That’s all. König had been taking so many missions lately, and not ones that only lasted one or two weeks. No, he was gone for a month, sometimes even two, at a time. He would spend a couple of days at home, before he was throwing on his khakis, heavy boots, and hood, and going back to base for a mission. You knew he was under pressure to give you everything you wanted, and you knew you had been pretty harsh when you first brought it up. But fuck, didn’t he know that you only wanted him? You didn’t have to have the biggest house in the neighbor, the best car on the block, or expensive jewelry to wear to work; you only wanted König, your sweetheart Austrian, who felt like he wasn’t enough to keep you happy.

You had both yelled at one another, saying things that neither of you truly meant. You had told him he needed to grow up, and stop letting those pesky voices in his head tell you that you were only with him for the materialistic things he worked to give you. He had told you that you deserved the world, and if he had to lay his life on the line to give it to you, then he happily would do it, over and over again.

You didn’t want the world though, at least not all it had to offer. König was your world, and though you tried to show him that, he always let his insecurities win him over. It angered you, it made you feel like your love wasn’t enough for him. Fuck it, you had said, keep leaving me here alone, wondering if you’re gonna come back to me or not! At least I’ll have these fucking earrings to remember you by, and this big huge goddamn house all to myself!

You had left yours and his room, slamming the door behind you, and made yourself comfortable on the couch, digging your face into the pillow, as you cried over the cruel things you had shouted at him. He can sleep in that giant bed for a night alone, it won’t kill him. Let him have a taste of what it’s like being here all alone, you couldn’t help but think to yourself though. König had tried too, he really did. But once your side of the bed went cold, your body not there to warm it up, he had finally broke down. He ran his hands down his face, tears spilling out of his eyes, not from the mean words you had said, but the pain in your voice as you had said them. I don’t want the world, König, I want you here with me! Is that too much to ask? Why can’t you see that you’re enough for me? What do I do that makes you think you aren’t enough?

Nothing, Häschen, he wanted to say. Nothing you do makes me think I’m not enough.

He had laid in the bed for around thirty minutes, before it became too much. He pushed himself up, walking out of the bedroom, and quietly made his way to the couch, where you lay. He dropped down to his knees by the side of the couch, burying his head into your stomach, pressing a small kiss to your skin. “Häschen, I’m sorry. Please forgive me, Meine Liebe.” he begged, his warm breath hitting your skin.

You rested your hand in his hair, running your fingers through his tangled locks, caressing his damp cheek with your other hand. “It’s okay, Schatzi. I’m sorry for what I said too, baby.”

He shook shook his head, his lips moving against your skin. “You have nothing to apologize for. You want me at home, that’s all you’ve asked. I’m so sorry, I’ve been selfish leaving you here like I have.”

You titled his head up to meet your eyes, both of your faces red, and eyes puffy from your tears. “Baby, I appreciate everything you do for me, so much. You work so hard to make me happy, and I truly appreciate it more than anything. You don’t have to work so hard though, Bär.” you said, pulling him up to where his head laid on your chest. “You’re my entire word, König. I just want you to come home to me, that’s all.”

He nuzzled his face into your chest, taking in your warmth, as your arms wrapped around his large frame. “Ich liebe dich so sehr, Meine Häschen.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Ich liebe dich, Mein Bär.”

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I will write for pretty much every character, but I do prefer writing for the men. It’s not that I don’t like writing GxG, or BxB, I just don’t think I’m very good at it. I’m a cis gendered woman, who is into men. So, I basically only know about that haha. I can try to write GxG or BxB if requested, but I may not complete it if I get halfway though and it’s crap.

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Prompts List (can be used for any character, and will be added to)

“Come here, Love/Baby. I’ll take care of you.”

“I’ve got you, Love/Baby.”

“You don’t wanna do that, Love/Baby.”

“Just be a good girl, for once.”

“That’s right. There’s my Sweet Girl.”

“Some things are just better left unsaid.”

“I’m coming, I swear.”

“I don’t care, I love you.”

“You know, I always knew you had potential. But, damn.”

“I’m here now, Love/Baby. Don’t worry.”

“You are my life, all of it.”

Indicators for what type of Chapter//One Shot//Head-Cannon

💛- Fluff

🖤- Angst

❤️- Smut

🤍- Neutral

~Simon “Ghost” Riley~

Multiple Part Fics

OC’s for Fics: “I don’t commit war crimes, regardless of who gave the order.”

Head-cannons

Simon Riley x You: Smut Masterlist, Fluff Masterlist

young!Simon Riley x Reader: Part 1 🖤💛, Part 2 💛

Simon Riley x OC: Saving Him 🖤💛

AI Art: Simon 1

~König~

Head-Cannons: König Head-Cannon Part 1 💛, König Head-Cannon Part 2 💛

König x You: Smut Masterlist, Fluff Masterlist

young!König x You: Schoolyard Crush (series)

AI Art: König 1

Sneak Peaks: daddykink! König❤️

Task Force 141 (and sometimes König too)

One Shots: Bonfire 💛, Olive Theory Fluff 💛, Miscommunication 🖤💛, Post-Sex Cramps 💛❤️

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Guy-Liner with Ghost and König

NSFW Alphabet

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Warnings: angst at first, language, ends with fluff

All you wanted was for him to take some time off. That’s all. König had been taking so many missions lately, and not ones that only lasted one or two weeks. No, he was gone for a month, sometimes even two, at a time. He would spend a couple of days at home, before he was throwing on his khakis, heavy boots, and hood, and going back to base for a mission. You knew he was under pressure to give you everything you wanted, and you knew you had been pretty harsh when you first brought it up. But fuck, didn’t he know that you only wanted him? You didn’t have to have the biggest house in the neighbor, the best car on the block, or expensive jewelry to wear to work; you only wanted König, your sweetheart Austrian, who felt like he wasn’t enough to keep you happy.

You had both yelled at one another, saying things that neither of you truly meant. You had told him he needed to grow up, and stop letting those pesky voices in his head tell you that you were only with him for the materialistic things he worked to give you. He had told you that you deserved the world, and if he had to lay his life on the line to give it to you, then he happily would do it, over and over again.

You didn’t want the world though, at least not all it had to offer. König was your world, and though you tried to show him that, he always let his insecurities win him over. It angered you, it made you feel like your love wasn’t enough for him. Fuck it, you had said, keep leaving me here alone, wondering if you’re gonna come back to me or not! At least I’ll have these fucking earrings to remember you by, and this big huge goddamn house all to myself!

You had left yours and his room, slamming the door behind you, and made yourself comfortable on the couch, digging your face into the pillow, as you cried over the cruel things you had shouted at him. He can sleep in that giant bed for a night alone, it won’t kill him. Let him have a taste of what it’s like being here all alone, you couldn’t help but think to yourself though. König had tried too, he really did. But once your side of the bed went cold, your body not there to warm it up, he had finally broke down. He ran his hands down his face, tears spilling out of his eyes, not from the mean words you had said, but the pain in your voice as you had said them. I don’t want the world, König, I want you here with me! Is that too much to ask? Why can’t you see that you’re enough for me? What do I do that makes you think you aren’t enough?

Nothing, Häschen, he wanted to say. Nothing you do makes me think I’m not enough.

He had laid in the bed for around thirty minutes, before it became too much. He pushed himself up, walking out of the bedroom, and quietly made his way to the couch, where you lay. He dropped down to his knees by the side of the couch, burying his head into your stomach, pressing a small kiss to your skin. “Häschen, I’m sorry. Please forgive me, Meine Liebe.” he begged, his warm breath hitting your skin.

You rested your hand in his hair, running your fingers through his tangled locks, caressing his damp cheek with your other hand. “It’s okay, Schatzi. I’m sorry for what I said too, baby.”

He shook shook his head, his lips moving against your skin. “You have nothing to apologize for. You want me at home, that’s all you’ve asked. I’m so sorry, I’ve been selfish leaving you here like I have.”

You titled his head up to meet your eyes, both of your faces red, and eyes puffy from your tears. “Baby, I appreciate everything you do for me, so much. You work so hard to make me happy, and I truly appreciate it more than anything. You don’t have to work so hard though, Bär.” you said, pulling him up to where his head laid on your chest. “You’re my entire word, König. I just want you to come home to me, that’s all.”

He nuzzled his face into your chest, taking in your warmth, as your arms wrapped around his large frame. “Ich liebe dich so sehr, Meine Häschen.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Ich liebe dich, Mein Bär.”

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Schoolyard Crush Part 3

Teenage!König x Teenage!Reader

Okay, here is the long awaited next part of Schoolyard Crush! I wanted to let everyone know that I’m gonna age up the characters a bit. I’m from America, and the legal age to get a drivers license is 16. I didn’t realize in European countries that the legal age to have a license is 17, so reader will be 16, while our baby König is 17. König’s name is Klaus in this series, so yeah. Hope you all enjoy (:

Btw, there will be no smut in this series. I may like..elude to it in later chapters, but there will be no smutty parts in this series. Writing smut about teenagers is icky, and I’m not gonna be icky, so yeah.

Part 2

Warnings: language, awful German (google translate sucks, but I have no other way to translate..so yeah. Bare with me), bullying, fluff, a little violence (nothing major)

The following days were uneventful, other than the hour long (sometimes two) phone calls that happened between you and Klaus. He was an interesting person, having dreams to go into the military and hopefully become a sniper. He was a gun junkie, telling you how he had to show you his gun collection one day, sounding like a giddy child, who couldn’t wait to show his new friend their Lego set. You had laughed, asking him how he had even gotten his hands on a gun, let alone a whole collection of them. He had told you how his father had been in the service, and he left all his guns to him, his only son, after he passed. You also learned during that conversation that Klaus lived with his grandmother, or Oma, as he called her. She was a kind lady, just hadn’t expected a girl speaking broken German to call asking for her grandson, like you had days prior. She had apologized over the phone, picking up the landline and interrupting Klaus mid sentence, saying how she didn’t mean to offend you, her accent thick and heavy, as she spoke to you in the best English she could.

Klaus had been embarrassed; you could tell by how he politely, but pleadingly, asked her to hang up the landline, speaking in rushed German to the woman. The whole situation had entertained you, not freaked you out, much to Klaus’s relief. Monday morning rolled around, and you climbed out of bed, showering, drying and styling your hair, and spent a whole thirty minutes trying to figure out what to wear. Finally, you settled on a pair of ripped jeans, a band tee, and your converse. You had wanted to dress up nicely, but thought it would be too obvious. So, casual/grunge is how you went.

Your mom had dropped you off at school, telling you she and your dad would be gone once you got home. You walked into school, eyes immediately following your every move, and it felt like you were being studied under a microscope from your peers. You saw Annika, Georg, and Anton standing near their lockers. You rolled your eyes, opening your own locker, and pulled out your books for your first class. You heard footsteps approaching, and turned to see Klaus making his way down the hallway. You smiled, calling his name, watching as he shyly made his way to your locker, stopping to lean beside you, and peer down at you.

You laughed softly, shutting your locker, and leaning against it, copying his stance. “What, you weren’t gonna say hi?” you teased, looking up at him.

Klaus chuckled lightly, looking down at his shoes, replying back softly, “Sorry, I usually just run off to class in the mornings.”

“It’s fine. I prefer to wait until the last minute to go, but, I guess being early never hurts.”

Klaus shrugged, both of you laughing lightly at one another. “How has your morning been? Finish that assignment you were worrying over?” he asked you teasingly, with an eyebrow raised.

You sighed, nodding your head, and pouting. “Yes, finally. Probably fucked it up, but whatever. At least it’s done.”

Klaus smiled at your words, glancing back over his shoulder, as Georg called out that stupid nickname they had given him. He rolled his eyes, standing up straight, giving you a small, apologetic smile. “That’s my cue. I’ll see you later, Häschen.” he said, pushing off the locker he had been leaned against, and turned to walk to class.

“Klaus,” you called, gripping your book to your chest tightly, as he peered over his shoulder at you. “save me a seat at lunch, will you?”

Klaus smiled shyly and nodded, before turning back, and headed down the hall. You watched him walk away a moment, before your eyes shifted over to Annika and her friends. Georg and Anton wore teasing looks, mumbling something to one another, as they looked you over. Annika on the other hand, just looked at you with an unreadable expression. You flipped them off, pushing off your locker, and headed to your first class.

Lunch couldn’t have taken any longer to arrive. You sighed in relief when the bell rang, and stood from your seat, gathering your things into your bag, and exited the classroom. You made your way to the cafeteria, finding Klaus already sat at a table. You bit your lip, making your way over, and sat your bag down on the table. He looked up from his notebook, giving you small smile, before he began doodling on the paper once more. You sat down, peering over, seeing him drawing what looked like to be some kind of flower. It wasn’t super detailed, but you could see from how tight the lines were, that if he really tried, it could be a masterpiece. “You draw?” you asked, leaning your head against your hand, as you propped up on the table.

Klaus shrugged, setting the pen down, and leaned back in his seat. “I guess. I mostly just doodle, since it gives me something to concentrate on. I can’t sit still, so, it’s just gives me something to do.”

You nodded, peering over at the drawing, before shyly asking, “Do you care if I look?”

He shook his head, sliding the notebook over to you. He watched you nervously, as you studied the drawing, your lip pulled between your teeth, as your eyes scanned the doodle. “Do you have anymore doodles?” you asked, glancing up at him.

He chuckled nervously, but nodded, reaching out his long arm, and flipped the page. “I, uhh, try to use that notebook for notes. I get bored and distracted so, there’s little drawings scattered throughout it.”

“Can I look, if you don’t care?” you asked, looking down at the different little drawings that were scattered amidst the messy notes he had scribbled onto the page.

“Go ahead, I don’t mind.” he said, reaching and grabbing a bottle of water sat in front of him, opening the lid, and taking a small sip.

You flipped through the notebook, smiling at the small drawings found on each page. They were random things, some being objects he had noticed in the classroom he was in, some being animals he had just thought to draw. One caught your eye, and you glanced slyly up at him, a small, teasing smile forming on your lips. Klaus raised his eyebrow, leaning forward, to see what had peeked your interest. You slid the notebook back a little, switching arms, so your arm hid the notebook from view.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, copying your position, propping his chin on his propped hand. “Why are you looking at me like that? Because I’m serious, you’re about to send me into full blown hysterics.”

You laughed a little, moving your arm, and leaned back into your seat. “Häschen?” you asked, letting him see the small drawing of a rabbit, that he had conveniently labeled under the drawing.

You laughed lightly, as a blush covered his face. You could tell he was serious about the hysterics, and seemed like he was trying not to bust out into a full blown anxiety attack. “Klaus, I’m just playing with you. I’d been wondering what Häschen meant, I meant to ask you.”

He hid his mouth with his fingers, reaching out, and gently sliding the notebook back to him. “I, umm, I can call you by your name if—”

“I mean, I didn’t say you couldn’t call me that. I just didn’t know what it meant.” you interrupted, reaching into your bag, and pulling out a pretzel from the ziplock bag you had packed that morning. “Honestly, it’s kinda cute.” you said, popping the pretzel in your mouth, and turning to look at him.

Klaus didn’t know what to say. You were flirting with him, weren’t you? Or was he just reading the entire thing wrong? You wanted him to call you Häschen, even thought it was cute. If he wasn’t already sitting down, his knees for sure would’ve given out. He wasn’t too naive to admit to himself that he liked you. He never thought there was a possibly you could like him back, but surely, you didn’t flirt with just anyone? He had never seen you flirt with Anton, or any other guy you had spoken too. Finally gathering his words, he nodded, mumbling back, “Okay, Häschen.”, in a weak attempt to flirt back.

You seemed satisfied with that, biting your lip, and smiling, the slightest flush of your cheeks telling Klaus you had liked him calling you that. Lunch went great, the two of you laughing and conversing, mostly you, as Klaus listened to whatever it was you had to say. Finally, the bell rang, and the two of you were standing, dreading going to your next classes. You slung your bag over your shoulder, turning to look up at Klaus, who had his own bag in his hand. “Do you have a free class today?” he asked, walking beside you, as you both left the cafeteria.

“Yeah, my fifth class. I usually spent it with Annika, but I’ll probably just head to the library.” you answered, glancing up at him, as he held the cafeteria door open for you to walk through.

“Meet me at the pavilion, if you want, that is. I can help you with that literature assignment, that you in fact did not finish like you said.” he said teasingly, with his eyebrow raised.

You laughed, nodding. “Alright. I’ll meet you there.”

Klaus nodded, leaving you at your locker, as he made his way to to his next class. Your classes droned on and on, before finally, you were walking to the pavilion. You stopped in your tracks, barely seeing the top of Klaus’s head, standing in the middle of a large crowd that formed in the middle of the pavilion. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you heard Georg say something in German, you assumed to Klaus. You pushed through the crowd, stopping to watch as Klaus raised his eyebrow at whatever Georg had said. He was leaning against a pillar of the pavilion, his arms crossed, as he stared at Georg. You didn’t understand what it was that was being said, but from the reactions from the crowd of students watching, it wasn’t good things.

Klaus seemed unbothered, not replying to anything Georg said, and only showing emotion once the guy stepped closer to him. Klaus glanced in your direction, seeing you standing there, his gaze burning into you as if he was silently asking you what he needed to do. He was tense, like he was ready to launch himself, all 6’10 of himself, at Georg. He was holding back though. You stepped forward, stopping to stand beside him, and placed a hand on one of his crossed arms. “Klaus, come on.” you said gently, looking up at him, your heart beginning to beat faster as he stood unmoved, his gaze now locked onto Georg.

“Oh, hier kommt die Freundin von König Klaus, um den Tag zu retten.” Georg taunted. You didn’t know what he said, but you could tell it was about you. (Oh, here comes King Klaus's girlfriend to save the day.)

Klaus seemed to find amusement in Georg’s words, chuckling dryly, as he let his arms fall from his chest. You kept your hand wrapped around his forearm, scared if you let go, he would lose it and attack Georg. Georg only smirked at Klaus’s chuckle, his eyes meeting yours, as he stated your name and asked, “So you’re fucking König Klaus? You leave our group, and decide to be his whore?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but stopped when Klaus pushed off the pillar, standing to his full height, and moved to stand inches away from Georg. He peered down at him, his 6’10 frame towering over Georg, who was still a good 6’4. “Watch your mouth, Georg.” he warned him, his usual nervous tone now replaced with a much deeper, threatening one.

You could see a flicker of fear in Georg’s eyes, but when Anton shoved his shoulder, urging him to say something back, Georg straightened up, peering up at Klaus. “Or what? Does König Klaus have a crush on the foreign bitch?”

“Klaus, don’t—” you rushed out, stopping to watch as Klaus pulled his hand back, his fingers held tightly into a fist, and punched Georg harshly in the mouth.

Georg wasn’t expecting it, falling back, stunned that he had actually been hit. Anton backed up, his eyes wide, Klaus’s looming figure looking down at Georg with such hatred, rendering him speechless. Annika, who you hadn’t noticed at first, rushed forward, shoving Georg back, and yelling at him in German. Klaus still hadn’t said anything back, he just stood ready, in case Georg or Anton decided they wanted to retaliate.

Georg made no move to physically retaliate, but that didn’t keep his now bloodied mouth from running. Annika was pushing him back, telling him to walk away, as he spat something out angrily to Klaus. Klaus replied back heatedly, "Halte ihren Namen aus deinem verdammten Namen heraus." (Keep her name out your fucking mouth.)

Annika shot you a pleading look, and you sighed, you and Annika practically pressed back to back, as you moved to stand in front of Klaus, your hands going to his chest, as you tried to push him back. “Klaus, seriously, come on. You got him, let’s just go. Please?” you pleaded, as you heard Annika doing the same to Georg.

Finally, Klaus looked down, meeting your eyes. He softly grabbed one of your hands, turning to grab both of your bags, and began leading you out the pavilion. You jogged a little to keep up with him, his long legs making it hard to keep up with his strides. The two of you ended up in the parking lot, Klaus pulling out a set of keys, and unlocking a grey 2002 Ford Explorer. He tossed both your bags in the back, along with his sweatshirt after he had tugged off, slammed the door, and turned to lean against it. He ran his hands through his ginger hair, sighing in frustration. You noticed then how built he was, as he lifted his arms, seeing the bit of muscle that flexed with his movements. He wasn’t ripped, but you could tell he could lift you up without much trouble if he wanted. Your eyes traveled to his hands, after he had let them drop, seeing his knuckles on the hand he had hit Georg with, were beginning to bruise. You cursed, stepping forward, taking his large hand in your much smaller ones, studying the bruising. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?” you mumbled, not sure what else to say.

You looked up at him, seeing he was staring down at you, his gaze unreadable. He swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, I know.” he quietly replied back.

You sighed, pressing a small kiss to his knuckles, before stepping into his arms, and laying your head on his chest. Your hands rested on his waist, in a sort of half hug, since you couldn’t wrap them around him due to the SUV he was leaned against. You felt him tense, and at first, you thought you had overstepped a boundary with him. That anxiety went away though, as you felt him timidly wrap his arms around your back, gently pulling you closer.

You closed your eyes, your voice quiet, as you asked, “What did you tell him, before me and Annika got between the two of you?”

Klaus didn’t answer for a moment, before his fingers gently clasped your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. “I told him to keep your name out of his mouth.” he answered, swallowing nervously, as he waited for your reply.

You gave him a small, thankful smile, before leaning your head back against his chest, feeling his hand fall to rest back around your back. “Thank you.” you said, a smile in your tone.

Klaus let himself smile too, bending down, to rest his chin on the top of your head gently. “Anytime, Häschen.”

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simon w s/o whos like really shy and doesnt have many friends or is very social.

like all they do when hes deployed is work and sit at home. like they have no social life and its kinda sad 😭😭

( i love your work!!🫶🫶 )

Hi! Thank you! I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I thought of how Simon would even be able to get with a super shy reader in the first place. Ya know, cause Ghost totally isn’t gonna make the first move. I hope you enjoy xx 🖤

Simon Riley x Shy!Reader

Warnings: language, mention of intoxication, and that’s basically it.

Ghost was known as being recluse to everyone who knew him. He rarely would ever go home, instead spending most of his time on base, either cooped up in his office, his room, or the gym. That is, until he met you. You were just a normal person, worked a 9 to 5 job at the bar the boys usually frequented, and didn’t have much of a life outside work and your two cats. You, along with the rest of 141, were surprised when you had caught Ghost’s eye. Every chance he could get, he was making his way to the bar, ordering another round for the boys, and taking the opportunity to observe you closer. This had went on for a couple of weeks, no words spoken between you and the man, other than him asking for more drinks, paying the tab at the end of the night, and thanking you.

He had caught your eye too, but your nerves wouldn’t allow you to take that step off the ledge, and ask for his number. Sure, you worked at a bar, and dealt with drunk men and woman all the time. But something about the man, whose real name you didn’t even know, made you more nervous than normal. It wasn’t until one night, when the bar was getting ready to close, that you finally got the chance shoot your shot.

Soap, or Johnny, as you as heard the man called Ghost call him, was heavily drunk. He wasn’t the only one, the younger man in the group, who you had heard be called Kyle and Gaz, was also pretty wasted. You peeked up from the register, biting back a smile of amusement, as you watched Ghost and Price, the man who always wore the bucket hat and had a cigar hanging from his lips, trying their best to drag the two men from the bar. As they were heading out the front door, you caught Soap’s eye, looking back down at the cash register, your cheeks flushing that your had been caught watching the group.

“Lt, wait, wait..” he mumbled, breaking free from the Ghost’s hold, and staggering towards you. “What’s your name, Sweetheart?” he slurred, leaning against the bar to keep himself from falling over.

You glanced at the large man behind him, Ghost, who had began walking up to drag Soap back out the door. Your eyes moved back to the Scots, shyly replying with your name.

Soap hummed, grabbing a napkin, and plucking a pin that sat in a cup next to the register, and slid them over to you. “Well, my good friend Simon has been forcing us back to this bar for weeks, so since he’s a fuckin’ recluse—” he grunted, clumsily swinging his arm back at Ghost, who you assumed was Simon, as he tried to grab him and pull him back. “Anyways, would you kindly write your number down, since he’s too big of a brute to ask for it himself.”

“MacTavish, let’s go, now.” you heard Ghost warn him, his voice low and deep. You swore you saw a hint of fear flash through Soap’s eyes, breaking through the drunken veil that clouded his judgment.

You bit your lip, watching as Soap’s eyes practically pleaded with you to hurry and write your number down on the napkin, before his lieutenant rang his neck. You glanced at Ghost, or Simon, who wore a look to kill as he glowered at Soap. He hadn’t moved though, like he was waiting to see if you really would write it down or not. You picked up the pen, looking down at the napkin, as you neatly wrote your number, signing your name, before dropping the pen back in the cup, and slid the napkin over to Soap. Soap smiled triumphantly, giving you a small nod. “Thanks, Sweetheart. See you next week!” he said, turning clumsily, and slapping the napkin against the front of Simon’s broad chest. You could see his jaw tighten underneath the knitted skull balaclava he always wore, as Soap staggered towards the bar door, Price wearing a small grin as he slapped him on the back jokingly.

“You little shit.” you heard Ghost say, as they walked out the open door. “Get ready for latrine duty for a month.”

“The hell, Lt.? I just got you a pretty woman’s number, and you’re punishing me?” you heard Soap yell out, before Ghost cursed once more, and told him to be quiet and get in the car.

You bit your lip, finishing up closing the bar, before heading to your car and driving home, a small smile on your face. Simon had ended up calling you a couple days later, and you had felt like your heart would fall out your ass when his deep Manc accent filled your ears. Apparently, he hadn’t been too hard on Soap, since you had heard the man in the background proudly stating to the other two team members that he had successfully found Lt. someone to come home to too. Needless to say, he wasn’t wrong.

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Do you guys want the next part of Schoolyard Crush, or What We Could’ve Been? I’m making myself get back to my writing, because regardless if it only gets viewed by 20 or a 1000 of you, it’s something that makes me happy. Let me know what y’all think (:

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May include some Angst, but ends with fluff

He’s My Home

Ghost’s Never Die

Quiet Nights

Farmhouse Out In Cambridgeshire

Miscommunication

Newest Riley

The Winning Goal

Not My Type of Game

Surprise for Daddy

Bad Dream

Guard Dogs

Training with the Ghost

Ghosty’s First Mission

The Ghost’s Progeny

I Play to Win

“I just want to do what you did, and keep the world safe, for them.”

Meeting the Missus

Mission Gone Wrong

Solo Mission

Surprising Simon Being Pregnant When He Comes Home

Birthday Cheesecake

Learning To Drive

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It’s Good To Be Home

You Don’t Wanna Do That, Love

Sucking Simon Off Under His Desk

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Head-cannon 1 | Head-cannon 2 | jealous!Ghost

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Reader is in a relationship with someone she doesn’t love and finds out she’s pregnant, then goes to Ghost for comfort 😆

Also I really love your work 👉👈 xoxo💚

Hi! I wanted to ask, did you want this to be a smut, or fluff? Or maybe both? I take comfort two different ways, so I wanted to make sure we were on the same page! 🫣🫣 sorry I haven’t already written this for you! I just finished the request right before this one, so as soon as I get a reply, I’ll begin writing! If you would, just send your answer in another request, so I can post the fic that way! Thanks, Love! 🖤🖤

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I loooooooooooove all your work🔥❤️ I was hoping just for some smut with Simon with prompt 3 and 4? Thank you 🥺🥺

Hi! Thank you so much! Whew, I haven’t written smut in a minute. I got you, Love 🖤 Also, I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to complete this. I’ve been kinda down the past few weeks, and it’s really affected my ability to write. I wanted this to be good, so that’s why it’s taken forever. Thank you so much for requesting 🖤🖤

This isn’t edited, but it shouldn’t be too bad. (:

Minors dni

Prompt 3: “You don’t wanna do that, Love/Baby.”

Prompt 4: “Just be a good girl, for once.”

Warnings: Smut (obvs), name calling, super dom Ghost, but soft Ghost near the end, a little degrading (? I think), restrained reader (just a little), everything is consensual, a little fluff at the end

The heavy scent of sex lingered in the room, and the only sounds to be heard were the occasional grunt from Ghost. He had you in his favorite position to see you in; on your knees, your mouth full of his cock. His hand gripped your hair, and his thighs taught, as you bobbed your head up and down his length. He had been looking forward to this all day, wanting nothing more than to return home, feel your mouth wrapped around his cock, before he arguably gave you the best sex of your life. You had been ready for him when he got home, waiting on yours and his shared bed, wearing nothing but one of his SAS t-shirt’s. He had immediately sat down, beckoning you over with the flick of his pointer finger, to rest on your knees in front of him.

Simon loved pleasing you, but he liked to be a little selfish sometimes. He had had a long and stressful day, which you were were aware of, so you were more more than happy to give him what he wanted. His grip on your hair didn’t slacken, not wanting to give you the chance to try and tease him. He was determined to finish in your mouth, but he knew how you were. If you were in a bratty mood, you’d make him work for it, something he both loved and despised.

You peered at him, your eyes shining with an innocence that nearly made Simon feel bad for how he was using your mouth to get off. His grip slackened a little, and he looked down at you, his voice soft as he asked, “If I let you do it, are you gonna be a little tease, Love?”

You hummed, shaking your head the best you could around his cock, hallowing out your cheeks, as you pushed your mouth further down onto him. You gagged yourself a little, as his tip pressed into the back of your throat, earning a grunt from Simon. “Alright, I’m not in the mood for games today, Pet. Just be good, and I’ll make sure to take care of you afterwards, okay?”

You hummed once more, watching as Simon let his head fall back, and his hand that was once in your hair, slide down to your back. His other hand rested against his thigh, his fingers digging into the skin, leaving thin crescent shapes from his short nails digging into bud thigh. You continued bobbing your head up and down his length, excitement coursing through you, as you felt his cock twitch with his nearly orgasm. Right at the last second, you stopped, hearing almost a growl rumble from Simon’s chest. “You fuckin’ bitch…” he mumbled, sliding his hand from your back, to grip your hair once once. “You’re in the mood to tease, is that it?” he asked, shaking his head, with a humorless laugh. “After the long day I’ve had, you don’t wanna do that, Love. Trust me.” he warned, his tone low, as he stared down at you with that intimidating gaze.

“Don’t I?” you breathed out, feeling his hand tighten around your hair, and pull back slightly.

Simon chuckled, leaning down, and pressing his lips hungrily to yours. He pulled you up into his lap, not breaking the kiss, his hard cock pressing into your naked center, teasing you with its presence. “You feel that, how hard you get me? Fuck, you little minx, I’ve waited for that all fuckin’ day.” he grumbled over your lips, his hands hurriedly grabbing the T-shirt you wore, pulling it over your head (if it wasn’t his favorite shirt from training, he would’ve just ripped it). “I work like I do to keep you happy, and make sure you never have to lift a fuckin’ finger, and I can’t even come home and nut without havin’ to play your fuckin' games.” he continued to grumble, before his lips were back on yours, nipping and pulling at your bottom lip.

He sounded furious, his voice deeper and raspier than usual, and his accent deepening. You knew he wasn’t actually mad, just frustrated from not getting his way. This excited you, hearing and seeing him become the commanding lieutenant, who got what he wanted and didn’t take no as an answer. You loved when Simon would order you around, remind you that he was in charge. And boy, did he know he was in charge.

You moaned when his large hands grabbed at your breasts, teasing and pulling at your nipples, before landing a gentle, but firm slap to one of them. You squealed a little, your core dripping, as Simon leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, and sucking roughy on it. Your hand involuntarily went to the back of his head, gripping at his short blonde hair, as you whined. “Shut up.” Simon ordered, grabbing your wrist, and prying your hand out if his hair. He grabbed the other wrist, putting your hands behind your back, and holding them together with one of his hands. “You wanted this, Love. Just be a good girl, for once. That’s all I fuckin’ asked. You couldn’t do that though, could you?”

You ground your hips against his, whining out a pathetic, “I’m sorry, Simon. I’ll behave.”

Simon chuckled, pulling your wrists back a little, making you arch your back. “Now you wanna be good? Isn’t that too bad?” he asked, his lips attaching to your nipple once more, teasing the sensitive nub with his tongue.

You moaned, watching as his tongue ran along your breasts, giving you a little stimulation, but not as much as he knew you wanted. You loved riling Simon up, getting to see just how demanding and borderline mean he could get. It was exciting, and left you wanting more and more. Finally, once he had grown tired of teasing, Simon sat up, towering over you, as his eyes scanned your naked body, taking everything in. “You’re lucky your so fuckin’ beautiful, Love. I wouldn’t put up with your shit if you weren’t.” he mumbled, one of his hands wrapping around your throat gently, barely squeezing to remind you he was the one calling the shots. You watched through hooded eyes, as he used his other hand to palm his length. He was still wearing his tight black shirt from earlier, but otherwise was bare before you. You whined as he stroked his length, wetting it with the little bit of the precum that leaked from the tip. He raised his eyebrow, his hand still continuing to stroke up and down his length, as he asked, “You want it, Love? Want me to fill that tight cunt up?”

“Please, Si. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be good this time, I swear.” you whined, leaning your head to the side once he removed his grip on your neck, and pressed pleading kisses to his wrist.

Simon stared down at you a moment, as if he was contemplating what he wanted to do. Simon Riley didn’t have many weaknesses. He never allowed himself to have things that could be used against him in his line of work. But you, he had to have you. No matter how many times he had tried to push you away, you had always come back. You were his only weakness in life, and you both knew it. Finally, he sat up to his full height, resting on his knees, as his hands moved to the bottom of his shirt. He easily pulled the tight fabric over his head, tossing it to rest at the foot of the bed, where the rest of his clothes were strewn. He leaned down, resting his weight on one of his arms, and dipped his head down to press his lips against yours. The kiss was softer than the others, but still dominating in a way. You gently, almost cautiously, laid your hands against his shoulders, feeling the pure muscle flex and and relax under your fingers. You moaned over his lips, as he ran the tip of his cock along your folds, teasing your clit with it a few times, as he let his lips drift from yours, down to the skin on your neck. “You’ll take what I give you, won’t you, Love?” he asked, his voice gentle, but the underlining warning of behave laced in his words.

You nodded, running your hands down his back, feeling a shiver run down his spine at your touch. “Yes, Simon. I’ll take whatever you give me, baby.”

At your words, he finally lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing the tip in. “Shit, you’re always so tight.” he groaned, a needy whimper falling past your lips into his ear, urging him on. He pushed into you little by little, only moving once you had let him know you were ready. Once he was buried into your heat as far as he could go, he stilled, his eyes meeting yours. “You alright?” he asked gently, pressing his forehead to yours.

You nodded, your fingers digging into his back, and legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Yes, baby.” you answered, leaning up a little, and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Once you had assured Simon you were alright, he pulled back a little, before letting his cock slide back into you gently. You gasped over his lips, one of your hands sliding down to his waist, while the other held tightly to his back. He kept his lips on yours, as he began to pick up his pace, his hips bumping into yours, as he thrusted in and out of your cunt. You moaned, feeling one of his hands grip your waist, holding you still, as his body covered yours. His cock pulsed inside you, sliding in and out of your heat at a much rougher pace than he had started out with. You could tell Simon was getting angry again, not at you, but at all the shit he had dealt with during the day.

You held onto him, your lips pressing to the skin below his ear, as you gently moaned, “Give it to me, Si. I can take it, baby.” You knew what he needed, and though you had chosen to play with him earlier, now you were happy to give him what he needed.

At your words, Simon’s pace grew rough, and almost sloppy. He grunted, his face burying into your neck, as his hips clipped into yours. His body was tense over yours, his muscles taught, as he let out all the frustration he had felt throughout the day on you. Your moans and pleas for more, mingled with Simon’s occasional grunt, and wet sounds coming from your cunt, throughout the room. Simon’s arm strained under his body weight, as he moved his hand from your waist, to grip your thigh tightly in his hand. He hiked your leg up his waist, groaning as his cock pressed deeper into you, your gummy walls tightening around him, as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Fuck— please, Si.” you cried into his ear, your nails digging into his skin, just the way he liked.

“Let it go, Love. Now.” Simon demanded, his voice raspy and deep, as he ground his cock into you.

“Fuck—fuck—” you cried, as your orgasm crashed over you, your walls constricting around Simon’s length, earning a grunt from the man, as the feeling of your cunt tightening around him spurred him on.

He let you ride out your orgasm, before sitting up, his hands grabbing your hips tightly, as his hips clipped into yours. You held onto his arms, your fingers digging into the inked skin on his right arm, as you watched his eyes screw shut, and body go rigid. He grunted, his jaw taught, as his own orgasm wracked through him. He grunted between thrusts, spilling into you, before finally stilling. You rubbed his waist with your hands, leaning up to meet his lips, as he leaned forward. He kissed you softly, as lovingly as a man like him could. You felt him slide out of you, and nestle himself between your legs, as his lips lazily moved over yours.

“Thank you, Love.” he mumbled after a few moments, laying his head on your chest, and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You ran your fingers through his dark blonde hair, noticing how long it had gotten since the last time he had cut it. “You’re welcome, baby. Do you feel better?” you asked, your fingers gently massaging his scalp, earning a content sigh from him.

He nodded, pressing a kiss above your breasts, before grabbing the bed sheet and comforter, and pulled it over both your bodies. You smiled, pressing your own kiss to his hair, feeling him relax into you. In no time, he was fast asleep, his breaths deep and even.

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I have totally neglected my blog, and I am so sorry for that! I’ve been sick, and overall just not in a good place mentally. Y’all bare with me. I promise, the bad days are going away 🖤🖤

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I think these are the only toys that König will use in the bedroom... What do you think? 😂

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Lmao that is not what I was expecting 😂 yeah, he’d definitely pull out some Legos or something 🥹🥹

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141 x reader olive theory fluff 😭

reader hates olives (or loves) and their 141 partner has opposite feeling towards olives

also i absolutely love your work 🫶🫶💗

Here you go, Love! I hope you enjoy xx Thank you for the request, and reading my work 🥰

I didn’t mean to post this ! I wasn’t done …. Sorry

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Simon hated olives, with a passion. They grossed him out, more than any other food he had ever tasted. So, when he began dating you, and realized they were your favorite food, he honestly had thought about doing what he did best, and ending things. But, when he saw how kind you were, and patient to get to know him, he had overlooked the one thing he didn’t like about you.

You ate olives with everything. On your pizza, in your pasta, hell, you even ate them straight out the jar as a snack. He didn’t get it. There was nothing about an olive that appealed to him, but here you were, eating them like they were the last food left on the planet. Call him dramatic, or slightly unhinged, but Simon loved you, and he would do anything for you. He would die for you, if it meant you got to continue living your life; he would take a bullet for you if it meant you didn’t have to scar up your pretty skin. But, regardless of all that, the one thing he refused to do, was divulge in your love for olives.

You had gotten up late one night, your stomach rumbling, since you had fallen asleep early and missed dinner. You knew exactly what you wanted, as you quietly made your way to the kitchen. Simon wasn’t home, since he was still on base, probably sitting in Price’s office, hunched over a map they would have spread over his desk. They were planning for the next mission they were due to go on in a couple days, and though Simon wouldn’t tell you much, you knew it was something important.

You didn’t think Simon would be home until the next morning, so you got your food processor out of the cabinet, along with all the ingredients you needed to make your late night snack. Spinach and green olive tapenade was one of your favorites things. It was a spread you would typically eat with bruschetta, and sometimes crackers when you didn’t have any bread. You quickly threw all the ingredients in the food processor, chopping them up finely with a little water, until everything was nice and smooth. Too hungry to even place it in a bowl, you scooped a decent helping out, placing it on your bruschetta, and began eating.

You moaned as you took the first bite, closing your eyes, and leaning your head against your propped arm. It didn’t get much better than that. Until you heard the front door open. You turned, looking at the clock that was on the stove, seeing it was a little after 2 am in the morning. You listened as Simon kicked off his boots, and you heard him removing his mask and jacket, before sighing to himself, and walking through the house. He turned when he saw the kitchen light on, making his way through the doorway, stopping as he saw you.

You waved innocently, taking another bite of your bruschetta and spread, giving him a small smile. “Hey, Honey. How was the meeting?” you asked, your eyebrow raised, and words slightly muffled as you covered your mouth to speak.

“Tiring.” he answered, his deep, velvety voice sounding through the kitchen. “What’re you doin’ up, Love?” he asked, making his way over to where you sat at the island. He came up behind you, wrapping a thick arm around your waist, before leaning down, and pressing a small kiss to your temple.

You finished chewing and swallowed before answering, leaning back into his embrace, and looking up at him. “I fell asleep and missed dinner. So I woke up starving and made this.” you answered, gesturing to the bruschetta and spread in your hand.

“What is it?” he asked, eyeing it curiously.

You held back a smirk, answering easily, “Bruschetta and spinach tapenade.”

Simon raised an eyebrow, still eyeing the bruschetta and spread in your hand curiously. “Sounds fancy.” he said, giving you a look, as you held it up for him take a bite. “What’s it in?” he asked, refusing to take a bite, until you had told him.

“The bruschetta’s just Italian bread with garlic. And the spread is walnuts, spinach, basil, parsley, and olive oil.” you told him, leaving out the green olives on purpose, since you knew he wouldn’t try it if he knew they were in it.

After studying you for a moment, he leaned down, letting you hold the bruschetta up to his mouth, and took a small bite. One thing you had learned about Simon, is no matter how many nasty MRE’s he ate in the field, he wouldn’t touch something he didn’t like at home. He would eat what was given to him at base, or on missions, because he had too. But at home with you, he was the pickiest eater you had ever met. You didn’t mind it, he deserved to only eat what he liked at home, since he worked so hard on missions or at base. You always kept in mind his likes and dislikes when you cooked for him, which was something Simon appreciated more than anything.

When he didn’t turn his nose up at the taste of the spread, you offered him another bite, watching in amusement as the stubborn and intimidating Simon Riley let you feed him the rest of your piece of bruschetta. You smiled, turning and pressed a kiss to his collarbone, asking, “Did you not eat at base? I’ll make you something if you like?”

“No, Price kept me locked in his office preparing for that stupid mission. Just..make me whatever you said this was. We’ll go have breakfast whenever we get up later.” he said, placing his hands on your waist.

You smiled, grabbing another piece of bruschetta, and smeared some of the spread onto it. “Does my hungry and tired boyfriend want me to feed it to him also?” you asked teasingly, giving him a look.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes, before gently taking the piece of bruschetta from your hand, and took a bite. “Nah, I think I can handle feeding myself, Love.” he replied back, smirking down at you, as you rolled your eyes at him.

The two of you ended up sitting and eating all the spread, mostly Simon, who you quickly realized was more hungry than he had let on. Soon, you both had made your way to your bathroom, you brushing your teeth before going back to bed, while Simon tiredly forced himself to shower, and put on his sweatpants he normally wore to bed. You waited for him on your side of the bed, curled up under the comforter, until he came out. He climbed in on his side, which he insisted was closest to the door. “Never know what’ll happen, Love. I’d rather be by the door, in case someone comes in.” he had told you when you first started living together, when you had laid down in the spot by the door. Ever since then, you laid closest to the wall, the other side being Simon’s spot, that he refused to give up.

He took you in his arms, tucking your head under his, while his arms held you tightly, but gently, by the waist. He had put on a simple pair of sweatpants, leaving his chest bare, like he did every night. You pressed a kiss to one of his pecs, your hands laying against his stomach, as your legs tangled with his. “Baby, I need to tell you something.” you said, smiling again this skin.

“What is it, Love?” he asked, his voice deep and lazy with sleep.

“That spread sorta had green olives in it. Like, a lot of them.” you said, kissing his chest lovingly.

You felt him chuckle, his head shaking slightly, as one of his hands smacked your butt teasingly. “Fuckin’ hell, Love.” he said, letting his hand rest on your butt, as you laughed softly. “Just don’t remind me when you make it, or let me see them. It was actually kind of good.” he admitted.

You nodded, leaning up, and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Okay, I won’t.”

The two of you went to sleep moments later, and you teased Simon nonstop when the two of you woke up later that morning. He simply would roll his eyes, but found your teasing amusing regardless. You added green olive tapenade with bruschetta to Simon’s small list of likes.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

You loved everything about Johnny. His handsome face, nice body, his ability to make you laugh, and make you feel safe. He was almost perfect—almost. You hated olives with everything in you. They were salty, pungent, and definitely an acquired taste that you did not have. Johnny knew this, and being the teasing boyfriend he was, he took every opportunity to mess with you that he could.

The two of you were lounging in bed one night, your head laid against his naked chest, as he rubbed your back with his hand underneath his shirt that you wore. He had been home for a few days, and majority of the time he had been home was spent in your bed. Johnny was always clingy when he came home, which you weren’t upset about in the slightest. You loved how he was all over you when he came came, and spent as much time with him as you possibly could.

You had your eyes focused on the movie you had turned on, one of your fingers lazily drawing patterns over Johnny’s stomach. Things were calm and quiet, and you enjoyed the peaceful moment the two of you were having. After a little while, you felt Johnny shift, and you leaned back, letting him crawl off the bed. “Where are you going?” you asked.

“Just to the kitchen. I’ll be back, Sweetheart.” he said, leaving the room.

You laid back down, turning your eyes back to the tv, as you waited for him to return.