missing you extra today, babes ā”
omg im three days late to this but AHHHHH clairey š„¹š¤ hehe i have been a lil mia lately⦠i miss u too !!! T_T


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missing you extra today, babes ā”
omg im three days late to this but AHHHHH clairey š„¹š¤ hehe i have been a lil mia lately⦠i miss u too !!! T_T

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HEās COMING
smooth and sweet
kƶnig x reader
genre: fluff! (mealtime drabble!)
warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, mentions of 'fresh/bare' face but no explicit mention of makeup, mentions of kƶnig's social anxiety, sweet!kƶnig
synopsis: kƶnig always waits for you before eating his meals! this time though, when you walk-in (clean and fresh faced!) after a mission, he's left speechless!
a.n. literally could not get this gentle giant out of my mind so I decided to give him a shot and write for him! still working on writing for his character but tell me what you think! :3 and as always, my kofi! much love <3
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head very full about kƶnig's reaction to seeing you after a mission, all freshened up and glowing, and how easily heād be choking on his words.
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heād be tucked in the farthest corner of the mess hall, shrouded by the dim fluorescent overhead lights. his fingers tapped a rhythmic, yet impatient, beat against his tray as his pale blue eyes scan the entirety of the building. youāre late. the observation is a bit unusual since you regularly insisted on sharing a meal together. after all, it was initially your idea that you brought up to the austrian andā unable to handle the sincerity of your smileā he agreed. had profusely apologized when he speedily whipped his arm out of your grasp when you were overjoyed with his answer and couldn't help but cling to him. but now, it was common to see the two of you huddled closely over meals. didnāt matter what type: breakfast, lunch, dinner. you were there and you always identified him from the crowd. greeted him with a wide, bright grin on your face like you anticipated his presence. liked his company. and oh boy, did that realization turn his brain and heart into mush.
kƶnig who barely bats an eye when the other soldiers pass in his general vicinity. heāll blurt out an acknowledgment to show respect but otherwise dismisses the beginnings of a lengthy conversation from especially chatty recruits. it gets difficult for him to shut them down once they start yapping away. makes his palms sweaty because heās overthinking the best method to casually tell them that heās expecting someone. understands that itās a terrible practice for him to adopt since time in the mess hall is designed so personnel can socialize with each other. eases the burden of work. relieves some of the stress. yet, his gaze is fixed on the entrance and his thigh eagerly jumps whenever the door opens.Ā
kƶnig who refuses to eat his meals without you. he will always wait until youāve started eating before he even begins to pick at his food. itās common courtesy, or so he rehearses whenever you question him about it. youād express your bewilderment for his habit, āitās sweet of you but you donāt have to wait for me, ya know. I know you must be starving after training,ā and hope that it convinces him. he waves a dismissive hand and murmurs a faint acknowledgement. mostly to quell your worries. but, without a doubt, is found perched with a tray ofā untouchedā food in front of himā that is, until youāve settled beside him.
kƶnig who is on the verge of giving up while awaiting your appearance. awkwardly raises a gloved hand to flag down a nearby recruit to ask, ādo you know if (y/n) is here?ā upon receiving an empty answer, heāll lean back into his seat and mutter, ātrotzdem danke.ā rationalizes your absence. tells himself that it could be that you were simply busyā caught up in filling out paperwork, preparing for the next objective, or conversing with a superior. nothing he should take personally. supposes that perhaps it was his fault for being hopeful for your arrival. for expecting it. is afflicted with a bitter pang of disappointmentā the kind that throws him into uneasiness and makes his brain all fuzzy. a feeling that heās rather acquainted with amidst his younger years.Ā Ā
kƶnig whoās halfway in the process of lifting a forkful of food under his sniper hood when you slam your meal trayĀ before him. the loud rattle almost knocks him over, forcing his shoulders to immediately seize up before he hears your distressed voice, āIām so sorry, koni! got caught up in the washroom. were you waiting long?ā and his heart does this unusual flip in his chest. youāre here with him. he coughs, still avoiding your gaze and smooths a hand over his hood. pinches at the edge of the dark fabric as he absentmindedly responds, ānein, nein. not long, do not worry.ā you exhale heavily, the noise akin to a sigh of relief, and rest a gentle hand on his forearm, āoh, good. I was worried I was taking too long! I came back caked in gunpowder and mud from the last mission. couldnāt even recognize me underneath all that grime so I had to scrub it all offāāĀ
kƶnig who unceremoniously drops his fork when his gaze finally flicks up to yours. carries out that comical āclinkā when the utensil connects with the side of his tray and his hands sprawl to lessen the clamor but itās in vain because heās not even looking at itā too engrossed in staring at you. youāre glowing. clearly you told him the truth because your face is devoid of any of the muck he remembers you were covered in. kƶnig reasons itās a true, vile crime that the dirt tarnished your soft features for him to appreciate. a skewed smile graces your lips, his prolonged gawking outwardly causes you to become a bit self-conscious. your fingers lift to cup one side of your face and your head slowly tilts in a silent inquiry.Ā
kƶnig who blurts, āyou look very refreshed.ā the words leave his lips too awkwardly, beginning and stopping at odd syllables. a beat of silence passes. noticing your lack of a response, heās aware that he ultimately just ruined the chances of a lighthearted dinner. he wrings his hands. decides to try again. āyour,ā he hesitates and gestures to his masked face, ānice.ā this comment seems to elicit a stronger reaction because youāre thoughtfully reaching up to your own face with a breathy chuckle. yet, itās not enough for kƶnig.Ā
kƶnig who drags a large hand down his face and bites back a curse, āverdamnnt. I canāt think.ā his gaze bounces off the walls in the room, clearly exasperated beyond measure, and you vaguely understand that heās contemplating. in the midst of his frenzy, his eyes land on you and youāre precisely reminded how gorgeous they areā eagerly lit in reverence to his current situation. āyouāre radiant, no,ā he taps his fingers on the table and groans, āmein gott! what is the word.ā and your hand naturally reaches for him, nearly quelling his irritation, when his fist slams against the table. āpretty! very pretty,ā he says at last and his eyes burn in triumph at finding a word that is undoubtedly compatible to you, āso fucking pretty.āĀ
kƶnig who revels in the bashfulness thatās evident in your mannerisms. he spots the way your brows shoot up in shock when his accent seems to morph the compliment into a praise thatās headierā more provocative and therefore more potent to your racing heart. āpretty?ā you decide to bait the conversation somewhere else, take the edge off of your burning face, and pry, āsaying that I usually look bad, koni?ā your quip causes him to short circuit and his brain has trouble keeping up with banter that he wasnāt expecting. āno,ā he spits out the word, albeit a bit strongly, but doesnāt expand furtherā he canāt. his mouth opens and closes but no words come out. heās sure that without his sniper hood heād look like an utter fool. how does he manage to mess up a simple compliment?Ā
kƶnig who essentially has to shove his eyeballs back into their sockets because of how ridiculously wide they become when you lean against the table. his stillness knocks a laugh out of you and at the soft noise, you glance up at him. his dark eyebrows are knit together and the sight can be tracked by how his sniper hood sits rather haphazardly over his face. heās the image of pliableā ready to heed any desire you may have. your position serves to crowd his field of view. he gets an ample whiff of your scent; the fresh, sweet concoction that would make his knees buckle if he was standing upright or entice him to yank the fabric off his face to smell the fragrance better. pushing your face closer to kƶnig, he instinctively shifts back (to give you some room, be respectful of your space) but freezes when your hands are on him. your fingers grasp at the edges of his sniper hood, slipping underneath so your fingernails barely graze the skin there, and heās stuttering, āI donātā I, uh.ā his explanation breaks off at the end and perhaps itās for the best because everything that leaves his lips is incoherent. you hum, mindful and thoroughly receptive of his jittery behavior. tilting his chin to you, a sticky gasp catches in his throat. āoh,ā his voice borders a whine when your nails lightly scrape at the nape of his neck, āmaus.ā he blows out a long exhale from parted lips, undoubtedly trying to maintain his composure with youā that is, if he had any to begin with. youāve got him fully weak. āwhat happened?ā your lips curl into a teasing smile upon watching his eyes flutter at the next words that leave your lips, ācat got your tongue, big boy?āĀ
season 3 soon š«¢š«¢
your new theme is so pretty, luv!!! sending you hugs and kisses! āæ
claireyš„ŗ ahhhhh thank u hehe ā” i figured it was time for a change C:

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Experiencing cod men withdrawals
dry the rain
simon 'ghost' riley x reader
genre: fluff! (rainy day drabble)
warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, awkward!ghost
synopsis: getting caught up in the rain during a mission is pretty miserable. but ghost makes it his goal to keep you dry and warmā even if it includes shedding off a layer!
a.n. I've been pushing myself to write more and I had a small idea come to mind since it's been raining a lot recently! personally, I imagine him in his 'jawbone' outfit in this one! stay safe, cuties! and if you wish to show more support here's my kofi! <3
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYQrXx5a/ this man is so so so so damn hot šš - š
u know we down bad when we find that attractive LOOOL (>_<) nahhhh the power this man holds!!
more soft kƶnig smut prettyyyyy pleaseeeeee
iām cookinā it baby!! š c:
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I REALLY LOVED WHAT YOU DID. OMG, I'm gonna start sending you the random ideas I have through the day šš
nonnie im so happy to hear u liked it!! šš hehe iād be glad to see more of ur ideas and thirsts!! you big-brained fr!

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HEYYYYY, I saw your requests open and I thought why not trying it. So, could you please please please write something with Kƶnig and like, they're training or something and the reader or Kƶnig (dc about who's going to do it) does that move that you take down the other person but you sit on their lap if you're not fast enough. And they're like panting from training.
I have more things in mind, so I'll be here for a while š
grim reaper
kƶnig x female reader
content: slight suggestive themes, sfw, konig is down bad for reader but also a bit cheeky lol
hii nonnie! hehe i didnt know if u wanted sfw or otherwise, so i ended up somewhere right in the middle- or teasing at the latter, at least š³ lol but i hope u enjoy!! i really love this idea so much! i wanna do this eventually with alejandro too ā” good day! c:
all hearts, comments & reblogs are very appreciated!
Kƶnigās a tough guy.
Big, solid, more of a fucking mountain than a living breathing man, to be entirely honest- and it certainly donāt help when you put a gun in his hand- or worse, when his eyes are set on you.
Those shimmering blues are pretty, you canāt help but think even as he slowly rounds the mat with you. So pretty that they might succeed at distracting some poor bastard behind enemy lines, make them believe itās an angel come to save āem from war rather than a ravenous, feral beast responding to the dinner bell.
Thereās a reason he wears a hood.
All grim reapers do.
HEYYYYY, I saw your requests open and I thought why not trying it. So, could you please please please write something with Kƶnig and like, they're training or something and the reader or Kƶnig (dc about who's going to do it) does that move that you take down the other person but you sit on their lap if you're not fast enough. And they're like panting from training.
I have more things in mind, so I'll be here for a while š
grim reaper
kƶnig x female reader
content: slight suggestive themes, sfw, konig is down bad for reader but also a bit cheeky lol
hii nonnie! hehe i didnt know if u wanted sfw or otherwise, so i ended up somewhere right in the middle- or teasing at the latter, at least š³ lol but i hope u enjoy!! i really love this idea so much! i wanna do this eventually with alejandro too ā” good day! c:
all hearts, comments & reblogs are very appreciated!
Kƶnigās a tough guy.
Big, solid, more of a fucking mountain than a living breathing man, to be entirely honest- and it certainly donāt help when you put a gun in his hand- or worse, when his eyes are set on you.
Those shimmering blues are pretty, you canāt help but think even as he slowly rounds the mat with you. So pretty that they might succeed at distracting some poor bastard behind enemy lines, make them believe itās an angel come to save āem from war rather than a ravenous, feral beast responding to the dinner bell.
Thereās a reason he wears a hood.
All grim reapers do.
in celebration of 200 followers (thank you so muchš„¹š)!!!
who do you want to see more of in my writing? ā”
Alejandro
Captain Price
Gaz
Ghost
Graves
Kƶnig
Soap
thank u for the tag @halfmoth-halfman! hoping this gets me moving on a little something this evening :)
š self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same š
I've essentially got two major works going right now which would be the mothiverse and the exit row-verse: within the mothiverse I think my favorite chapter would be the first mission Moth does with Soap. The action and dialogue came so easily to me and I didn't have to fight with it at all to make it work - and the tension of Price's protectiveness and possessiveness really gave it an overall romantic quality imo. As for the future, I've got some ideas, namely that date Price promised :)
Exit Row wise, I'm almost overwhelmed by the potential of it. I can't decide whether they should meet again in a domestic or work setting and how he should react to meeting her again. it's really all about how long of a haul I need to settle in for. But one thing I do love about Exit Row is that it takes this really relatable "i have to be the hottest person sitting at my gate in the airport" meme and turns it into a fantasy that somehow DOESN'T lead to inappropriate airplane sex (bc we all know that shit is NOT sexy to bystanders and also...illegal). To me it feels like a bridge between real-life "what if" fantasies and also the COD fandom.
no pressure tags: @roosterr @clairdelunelove @antigonusyuki
the amount of joy these bring meĀ ( ą¹>į“<ą¹ ) thank you so much for the tag @lunarvicar ! hoping your day was lovelyĀ
as for responding to the prompt, I will say that my series with ghost are pieces that Iām especially proud of!Ā āthings ghost finds attractive about youā is (specifically) heart-warming and meant to serve as a way to highlight quirks/habits that could be deemed relatable to the reader! humans do some cute stuff and I wanted to write about it :)Ā
additionally, writing about dead by daylight content is always fun! I know itās a small niche but Iāve been obsessed with the game for a while and luv all the characters. I want to write more about them! but for now, I just have quentin smith works since he holds a special place in my heart hahaĀ
ramble about your amazing works: @circe69Ā @dollcod @soapisahimbo
CLAIREEE ( įµĢ“Ģ¶Ģ·Ģ„Ģ Ā·Ģ« įµĢ“Ģ¶Ģ·Ģ£Ģ„Ģ ) ur āthings ghost finds attractive about youā deserves ALL the love from both u and the cod fandom fr. š hehe BUT if i had to choose a fav from my own blog, it would probably be ābut my hair smells of warā and perhaps the newer āflashā fic too!!
i like to fly off the rails sometimes and write unnecessarily-deep content about our big beefy boys š in particular i liked all the layers to the ghost fic and the trope really did float my boat. just this rather unhinged, stoic lieutenant thatās secretly got it bad for his sweet underling⦠on the other hand i really enjoyed writing for johnny too. just the whole friends to more theme. soapās potential for erotica is insane in my humble opinion lolol⦠heās a gem to the community fr.
anyways im tagging anyone who sees this or wants to join in on the fun C:
Thinking ab Gaz whoās in love with the cute barista that works at the cafe near his apartment
Gaz who definitely likes sweet coffee but saw that you drank straight black and wanted to impress you by drinking what you drink and hiding it horribly because he puckers up a little after each sip
You who knows and realizes and gives him a coffee you think heād like and he lights up in realization before deflating in embarrassment
āYou didnāt have to pretend you know, nothing wrong with a little bit of sugar.ā
Gaz who continues to stop by everyday just to see you and talk to you and offers to walk you to your car
Gaz who stops by so much and tips you more than the drink he paid for and will sit and read a book just to be able to look at you
Gaz who constantly compliments you every single day just to see your cute reactions, a small giggle, a shocked look, soft smiles. Whether itās your hair, your perfume, your makeup, your outfit, or your coffee
Gaz who is just in puppy love
Gaz who canāt help but feel giddy when he sees the napkin with your number on it and immediately texts you while in the cafe
Gaz, who constantly compares the coffee from other places to yours āno one can make it like she does, brewed to literal perfection.ā
Gaz who brags about ur drinks and coffee to 141
Gaz. Kyle Gaz Garrick my beloved

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in celebration of 200 followers (thank you so muchš„¹š)!!!
who do you want to see more of in my writing? ā”
Alejandro
Captain Price
Gaz
Ghost
Graves
Kƶnig
Soap
dropping off a cute cat pic!!! much love my dear :)
eee circe!! hehe the kitties are so so cute! C: blessing my inbox fr!