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König mistakenly shoots you on the battlefield

König x Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: ~4500

*SLOW burn but when my writing finally has that spark this fic catches FIRE and FAST so be prepared!! 🔥🔥

*⚠️Angst Angst! ANGST!⚠️

*THABK YOU SO SO SO MUCH TO AZZY MY NO.1 FAN FOR THIS AMAZING IDEA!!!! 🥰🥰🥰I LOVE *YOU* VERY MUCH!! 🥹🫶🫶💞💞💞💞 💞💞💞💞💞THANK UVFOR ALWAUS LIKING MYNPOSTS AND BEING SO KIND TO ME YOU MAKE EBERY HOIR SPENT WRITING WORTH IT AS I AM ALWAYS EAGER FOR YOUR MESSAGES😭😭💓💓💓💓💓💓I AM *YOUR* NO.1 APPRECIATOR IN ALL RHE GALAXIES🌌🚀✨🌠QNDVWISH U ALL THE BEST ALWAYS!!!!!!🫂🫂💗💗 THIS ENTJRE POST IS DEDICATED TO YOU !!! 🥹(,,havinf said that, i hope u arent TOO taken aback bu tje level of angst here 💀💀REALLT went overboard and I completely apologize 💔)

TWs: König is in love with you. König's sanity slowly deteriorates as the fanfiction progresses. Mentions of attempted suicide, graphic depictions of gore, potentially triggering depictions of depression. König has suicidal thoughts after shooting you. König experiences intense trauma after shooting you and has survivor's guilt.

*Reader's callsign is "King". Implied age gap. One-sided pining from König... but the ending is purposefully kept ambigous (as you, the reader, can interpret the final interaction however you like)! Can be read as a standalone if you have never read any of my works before. <3

*To clarify to those that have already read my works before, this is *NOT* a direct continuation to 1.my fluffy 2.series! This is a separate imagine, but DOES take place in the same KönigxKing microchosm. Whether the following events take place in an alternate timeline or happen at some point in the future/past is for you to decide. Idk man i just write the fics I don't do the world buidling 🗿I write sotires without thingign about the greater picture u honestly think my one shots will tie to a greater plot?☹️No 💔

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Right from the beginning, König had a gut feeling that this mission was going to go wrong.

It was a deep sense of foreboding in the pit of his stomach, making him feel queasy on the helicopter ride as the both of you with an additional three others were scheduled for contact in a few minutes' time.

You were just a recruit, and this mission was far too intense for someone with next to no experience in an active warzone for it to be their first. He knew the dangers of missions like this, knew how things could go horribly wrong in an instant.

It wasn't that he doubted your ability. Not at all. From the corner of the room he would silently supervise as you sparred another person, monitoring your movements incase your opponent had the upperhand and you needed guidance.

However, he had never needed to intervene, as he was impressed with your quick reactions and your controlled steps as you'd move on the balls of your feet, arms held up in front of your face. Ambition was in your eyes, your face scrunched up in concentration as you calculated your next move.

You'd defend yourself up until the moment you'd pounce and in a blink of an eye be on top of your opponent, your entire weight pressed on their theirs on the ground. Whether it was another woman, another man, or even a person with bigger bulk you were clearly disadvantaged by, you'd never give up, and took on any challenge with an impressionable passion of a young recruit.

Once they'd be the one to tap out, you'd immediately push yourself off them and offer them a hand, asking them "Are you alright?" in a concerned tone as you were pulling them up. "Sorry for getting aggressive there, sir/miss! I hope I didn't hurt you!"

To which they'd respond with boisterous laughter and a strong clap on your back, you doubled over as they were congratulating you for knocking them off their two feet and telling you to keep up the good work. König couldn't wipe the triumphant smile from his face, filled with pride at your personal victory.

Once you'd be the one to tap out, you'd part ways honourably, never disrespecting the person that came out on top. If anything, your loss only added fuel to the fire burning in your eyes, driven to work harder. He still admired you, and would be the one to pull you up as he dusted you off, telling you that you did a great job regardless.

"Thank you, sir!" You'd reply bashfully, face red from effort and embarassment. "Though, I'm sure I made a fool of myself with how I was flailing my arms just then..."

"Nein. Not at all," he'd say, eyes glinting with something that you couldn't quite recognize. "You did very well."

Target practice displayed your accurate aim, wool seeping out from the heads of dummies and the targets regularly replaced as the wood would cling in pieces, the center blasted into smithereens by repeated bullseyes from you.

Always lingering nearby to assist, you would gratefully accept König's help and allow him to demonstrate how to operate another gun with an appreciative smile on your face, your genuine eagerness to learn making König's chest tighten. You seemingly never knew the effect you had on him.

You were a naturally skilled soldier, he had observed, and he knew that you'd make an incredible addition to the team, he couldn't deny that.

Yet, he couldn't shake off this feeling as something more grave.

All personel debriefed and the plan disclosed a week prior, the superior went over the plan once more back at base. A large blueprint spilling over the table with weak spots and areas to beware were annotated, his forefinger pointing at different areas of interest. Sketches, photographs, and jottings were displayed from a projector for all to see as you listened closely.

König's jaws were grinding against each other in agitation, having doubts about you being deployed on this mission.

Despite this operation being portayed as an in and out extraction, König knew better. He knew what the stakes were. Intuition urged him to warn you, to confide in you about his doubts and even considered crossing your name off the list and assigning you elsewhere last minute without anyone knowing.

But the thought that he could be controlling you — a young, innocent recruit — and even considered doing something so foul didn't sit right with him.

You were your own person, and he couldn't be your shadow, couldn't act as a human shield against all that was cruel and gruesome in life. You had chosen this job, and therefore must have had at least some idea of what your responsibilities would entail, some knowledge of what soldiers go through in pursuit of glory.

Instead of being so pertubed, he should keep it together, he thought, should maintain a stoic façade. He was your superior — your colonel, for God's sake — he was someone you aspired to be, someone that should be an inspiration, a role model, someone that could have your back and be a reliable body to fall back on.

Not someone that couldn't keep it together when you around.

Especially when he shouldn't have been having feelings for you.

You, a young person vulnerable and easily influenced by people older than you, by the likes of him.

It wasn't right. He wasn't right for what he was feeling, for what he had been thinking. It wasn't right for his feelings to cloud his judgement, wasn't right that abusing his power had even crossed his mind, let alone been tempted to act upon it.

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. "König? Are you alright, sir?"

Turning his head to face you, he nodded with false certainty, containing his worry in an attempt to appear confident for you.

"Ja, King, it's okay. Just thinking, that's all."

You quirked a brow, not convinced. "Hey."

Placing a firm hand on his shoulder, a serious expression was on your face, which caught König off guard and made his eyes widen. "If you're thinking that I'm going to get myself killed then you've got another thing coming, because I will NOT get shot by the enemy."

His back slumped over a little, averting his gaze for a moment. "Nein, sie haben recht."

"Ich sollte nicht zulassen, dass meine Gefühle mein Urteilsvermögen trüben." König mumbled something else under his breath in German, then quickly shook his head and laughed, looking into your eyes again.

Tension in his body was eased a little. "No, you're right."

A little. Because he wasn't going to dismiss the thoughts gnawing at the back of his head as mere paranoia.

You perked up. "Good, glad we've got that cleared up, sir! I want you to know that I won't disappoint!"

His heart skipped a beat at your smile, so eager to please and make him proud, that he shuffled uncomfortably, trying to get the butterflies in his stomach to calm down. Now wasn't the time.

Idly fidgeting with his combat knife as the helicopter blades hummed above, he went back to thinking over all the possibilities and different ways this mission could go awry:

...What if these were the wrong coordinates, or the helicopter would be attacked the minute they landed? The thought of an ambush wasn't an irrational one — it had happened before, he reminded himself — so he had brought a few more weapon crates than necessary for safekeeping.

...What if the helicopter's signal was intercepted and everyone including the pilot were destined for a fatal crash? Counting the number of parachutes and noting the fire exit, he could rest a little easier if an emergency like that was to arise, yet it still did little to soothe his nerves.

...What if you really did get shot? In case that happened, he had alerted some operators beforehand to serve as re-enforcements, one of those on board including a skilled army medic, under the guise of needing more manpower in case things went south. After all, this extraction could not have go wrong. It shouldn't have gone wrong.

But... what if you died? König wouldn't know how to deal with the feelings associated with your death, knowing that he had loved you from afar yet never acted on it. At least he'd be able to keep his shameful secret a secret, and you'd pass away never knowing what he truly saw you as, truly thought of you.

He had little time to figure out what was causing the trepidation to stiffen his muscles as the helicopter suddenly swerved and lowered, landing kilometres away from the designated building yet on unstable ground nonetheless. Any moment soldiers could attack it if they had known the group's location, so the blades kept spinning and the engine kept running for an immediate getaway.

König assumed authority. "Everyone remember the plan?"

Four heads nodded in sync.

"Gut. Then you all know what to do. I will enter from the side with my Lieutenant—" he said, gesturing with his head at a masked operator beside you, "—while you three—" referring to you and two others you were only vaguely aquainted with, "—storm from the back. Ja?"

König's eyes stalled on you for a moment longer than necessary. You were going to be alright, he told himself. He'd keep you in his field of vision and could provide you with cover once you regrouped when you'd really need it.

"A quick extraction," he reminded, eyes stern yet heart disbelieving. "Simply go in, get the data, and go out."

A final nod of the head from König as he and his associate separated from your group. You headed towards the back of the building, fully alert, aiming behind corner incase there had been someone waiting to assassinate you.

Doors creaking as one of the men pushed, the three of you filtered in noiselessly, attempting to be as discreet as possible and wincing when the door slammed not so quietly. Guns cocked and silencers attached, you advanced in a line, blending in to the shadows.

As you walked, there were no signs of life, and the storehouse seemed abandoned. No machinery was being operate. No voices could be heard.

All was still and quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Feeling the hairs on your arms and neck stand on end, you shuddered. You made eye contact with one of the men in front of you who had more expertise, and he looked on edge, eyebrows creased in focus under his balaclava. None of this felt right.

Suddenly, something small rolled over towards you all. Blinking once, twice, you let out a panicked scream and dived for cover.

"Grenade!"

All hell broke loose.

Bullets ricocheted over your head, guns blasting from so many directions you couldn't pinpoint their source.

Slowly recovering from your momentary shock, you gripped your rifle tight and started shooting back, hidden behind a load of wooden crates. When you saw your hooded colonel crouching in a corner, you relaxed. With an encouraging nod from him, that was all you needed to go change positions, and you lunged forward. All was going smoothly at that point.

So engrossed in eliminating the threats in front of him, however, König only came to the realisation that you weren't there when he didn't see your figure in his peripheral vision.

Panic consumed his senses and circulated through his veins. All at once, he was frantically scanning the immediate area, searching for any trace of you.

You were thrashing and kicking as you were being pulled by rough hands, your fingers reaching for your holster through gritted teeth, yet it was just out of grasp. You were thrown harshly against the wall, and the enemy towered over you, feeling high from his power trip and excited to exert authority he had never had up to now.

Just as a knife made its way to your throat, your hand finally found your side arm and shot a bullet between his eyes, body falling on top of you like a sack of potatoes.

You convulsed involuntarily, hyperventilating under his weight and the sudden situation. Noting your surroundings, your heart sank.

You were in no man's land, full view of soldiers shooting at your team. The extraction point was just in sight, exactly how and where it was illustrated on the blueprint.

So far, no one had noticed you, too preoccupied aiming down their sights to see you shuffling under a corpse. You could enter those headquarters right now, could be proclaimed a hero of this story, and make your colonel proud and finish before schedule.

The risk was too big. You were bound to get shot.

Yet, against all better judgement, you dashed for the entrance, taking advantage of the element of surprise as three men turned towards you with wide eyes, not expecting to see you enter. Two were haphazardly shoving papers into a half-open folder thrown on the table.

Three shots fired before they could scramble for a gun, you rushed towards the desk. Scanning the material, your eyes widened in shock. This was it.

Now, your only choice was to crawl back into the line of fire. Soldiers still kept shooting with their backs turned, endless ammunition right at their disposal.

You were totally helpless on your own. Just one pair of wandering eyes from the enemy and just one shot in the back of the head would be all that would take to end your life at that moment and make all of your efforts go to waste.

Although an atheist, you mouthed a silent prayer, before taking a deep breath, and sprinted.

Seeing sudden movement headed towards him, König acted on instinct, and pulled the trigger on you.

His heart stopped.

Time slowed as your body fell in slow motion, more bullets piercing through your gear.

Realising his mistake immediately, he almost vomited his own stomach out at seeing you fall lifelessly on the ground, eyes wide and body dropping on impact.

"Scheisse, cover me, verdammt!" He yelled over his shoulder, all rational thought ceasing.

Breathing rapid and strained, he rushed towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your body — growing weaker by the minute — and headed straight for the first sign of cover he could see. Behind unstable and temporary refuge that could be blown to pieces, König was at a loss at what to do.

He had expected everything, evaluated every possible scenario, every possible outcome, even prepared a lifeline for you on the off-chance that you'd be injured in action.

Yet he hadn't anticipated that he would be the one to shoot you. Never.

Shaking violently, König could barely get any words out. "—S-schatz, please please please—"

Hesistant hands hovered over your wounds, conflicted, as blood was staining your uniform, wrenching König's heart. His mind kept repeating you did this. You did this. You did this.

You needed urgent aid, and you needed it right now, yet he didn't deserve to touch you, his hands clenched into fists as he didn't want to break you further, treating you like fragile glass that could shatter into pieces under his touch if he so held you.

He was the one that did this to you. You, the young recruit he was so hopelessly infatuated with, a person who he had cherished and loved from afar, the person who made him feel good things for the first time ever in his life.

He did this to you.

He was the monster in your closet, the threat that König had desperately attempted protect you from all this time, the threat that you were told to eliminate on this mission. The enemy.

The enemy that had mistakenly shot you.

"Es tut mir so leid, I'm so sorry—" König's mind couldn't function properly, speaking in broken mix of English and German. He couldn't gather his thoughts, couldn't think.

"—I'm so so so sorry. Please don't die, bitte vergib mir, forgive me, forgive me, schatz. Forgive me. Ich liebe dich, schatz, do you hear me? I love you."

Bullets whizzed past you both relentlessly, both of you still caught in crossfire. König's lips were moving yet you couldn't hear what he was saying to you, couldn't feel anything as you slowly lost consciousness, slowly closed your eyes.

A calloused hand tapped your face in desperation, your vision blurred.

"—Nein, nein, King! Stay awake! I'm calling for the re-enforcements now! Please, don't die on me— I'm so sorry..."

Shaky yelling through the walkie-talkie, voice cracking. "This is your colonel, König! We're retreating right now! One of ours is wounded! Send the re-enforcements right now to this location! I repeat, we are retreating! I am calling this mission off!"

"What? Are you crazy, König?!" A break in character from the commander, before immediately assuming professionalism once more. "Proceed with the mission! You are on the verge of breaking their defenses! You will enter their headquarters and be able to—"

"Nein. That was an order, commander," he hissed through gritted teeth, nearly crushing the device in his death-grip. "We are retreating. I am calling this mission off."

A pause. Then: "Copy that, colonel. We are sending your re-enforcements to cover you as you exit. Your helicopter is waiting. Hold out for thirty seconds longer."

Sighing with relief, he suddenly thought his heart stopped beating when he saw you laying there motionlessly, eyes closed. Desperately tapping at your cheek did nothing to awaken you. He prayed that you'd survive, willing time to go faster.

At last, loud whirring from above gave him the only comfort. Not waiting a second longer, König picked up your limp body and dashed outside, the helicopter lifting off as the rest of the crew threw themselves inside.

Opening your vest to inspect your wounds, he saw a blood-soakes folder secured tightly to your chest.

It was the data. You risked your life for the mission. You risked everything to accomplish the task and he had shot you anyways.

"—This is your colonel, König. We have the data. Mission accomplished, I repeat, mission accomplished. King has the data."

The radio crackled with an indistinguishable response, yet König heard nothing, blood rushing to his head and ringing persisting. Medics wasted no time to wheel you into an operating room, tearing your limp body away from his arms. He avoided the celebrations and cheers for their colonel, leaving everyone dumbfounded at his reaction. Shouldn't have he been proud? The mission was a success!

Yet the mission wasn't a success, and if anything, he felt shame. No one knew why their colonel holed himself up in his room aside from himself.

The news of you in critical condition in the hospital broke König.

As much as he wanted to see you, to check on your health and be the one to see your first signs of recovery, he couldn't. He couldn't bear to witness the colour drained from your face as you laid unmoving on the bed, the slow beeping from the heart rate monitor machine the only indication that you were alive.

He just couldn't. Not when he caused this. Not when he fucked up this much.

Using the gym as a coping mechanism for a while, he trained harder and more often than ever before, only wishing to make the pain go away. When he wasn't at the gym all throughout the day or at odd hours of the night, he'd toss and turn in his bed, having nightmares about your body bleeding out below him as the shot relentlessly echoed in his head. Or worse, he'd imagine himself shooting you again, only this time he'd find the barrel of his gun was aimed at your forehead execution-style, your unassuming face suddenly exploding into bloody pieces and what was left of your bewildered expression still remained even after he had pulled the trigger.

At those, König would spring upright, screaming "No!" in anguish.

He'd be panting heavily, bedsheets drenched in his own sweat and feeling like he was suffocating with each rise and fall of his chest. When the situation sunk in, he'd clench his fists so tightly his knuckles went white, shaken to his very core. On those nights, König wanted nothing more than to hurt himself, to compensate for the injury he inflicted upon you and how he had completely disgraced you.

At one point, when he had finally had enough, in his blind craze snatched the pistol laying by his bed, flicked the safety off and aimed it at the same place he had shot you, just to break down in despair when no bullet came out, the clip hidden in his bedside drawer.

Hand tightly squeezing his heart through his soaked t-shirt, he was repulsed by the fact that he was completely healthy and could walk freely while you lay injured and dying.

Under his watch, you had been injured. Under him, your body had crumpled. And it was his fault.

In emotional turmoil, he soon lost all ability to function. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and could hardly find the motivation to get out of bed most of the time, convinced that he had killed you, convinced that he was a monster. Responsibilities were kept on hold, the next best person taking his place. No one questioned the new arrangement, despite the shared confusion from everyone on base.

He couldn't take this. He couldn't take this any longer. He would have rather died, sacrificed himself in any way possible if it meant that you could live another day, as you could make a greater impact on the world than he ever could. Could be a better person than he ever could.

It was his fault. He shot you. He had shot you. He had shot the recruit that he had hopelessly fallen in love with, yet only he himself was to blame for it for his lack of control, for his inability to be unaffected by his feelings.

One day, a knock on his door pulled him out from his trance.

Prior to the interruption, König was staring at the cement wall, his eyes unfocused, completely still and barely breathing. He wasn't himself.

Immediately straightening his legs and nearly tearing a tendon from how fast he got up despite having been so inactive for the last few days, he stomped quickly towards the door, his face glum yet eyes glinting with the merest hint of hope.

Hand reaching for the handle, he had readied himself, expecting bad news coming from a surgeon wearing a medical mask and a blue uniform, a solemn expression as they devasted him with your passing.

All but the latter was true.

"Colonel König, sir. The patient is awake. You may now visit them if you so wish."

Blinking a couple of times, König thought he had heard incorrectly.

"...P...Pardon?"

Repeated were the words that König was shocked to hear.

"King is awake, sir. Their condition is a stable one. Our team thought to notify you first since you were on the mission with them."

Gasping, König could barely breathe. He felt like he was drowning, drowning despite his head breaking out from the water. "What... I... where?"

"Ground floor, room twelve. They're on medication as of this moment yet are fully awake."

König nearly fell to his knees. You were alive!

You were alive! He hadn't killed you! He thanked the Gods, and could barely keep composed, barely able to stop himself from dashing to the center of base and yelling into the sky in pure joy.

"I— thank you... so much."

Running faster than he had ever ran in his whole life, he was at your door in minutes.

Yet, as his fingers reached for the door knob, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, hand poised mid-air.

What if you didn't want to see him after the whole ordeal?

What if you resented him, and would spit in his face the moment he walked in?

What if you hated him, and wanted nothing to do with him ever again?

Hesistantly knocking twice, he nearly had a heart attack when your voice broke through the door:

"Come in," you called simply; your voice was hoarse, but it was clearly still you.

Taking a deep breath, König pushed the door open.

There you were. He was having heart palpitations at seeing you awake and looking at him.

The light coming through the open curtains made your skin glow despite how pale you were, eyes sparkling and crinkling in happiness despite the dark circles and heavy bags under your eyes, hair splayed out behind on your pillow, resembling a halo, despite how greasy it was.

He had missed you. So much.

Then his heart sunk as he reminded himself that he was the reason for why you were here, why you were in in this state to begin with.

Seeing König, You shot him a daring smirk despite how numb your face felt. "Hey, König, sir. Did you visit me at all? I'm sure you missed me."

Waiting in anticipation, you kept looking at him excitedly. At the lack of response and his refusal to meet your gaze, it faded completely. "—Wh—what? You—"

"Not— not even once? Not—"

Tears were welling up in your eyes. "—you didn't come see me even one time?"

Maybe you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. Maybe you should have thought that König would not have time to spare in his busy schedule.

Yet you couldn't not get your hopes up when as soon as you woke, your first thought was of König. Although the grim reality hit you hard like a bucket of cold water dumped over your head, you still wished to see him.

And yet, he hadn't wished to see you at all. He had avoided you like the plague.

"Scheisse—"

König started pacing the room, head hung low as he weighed the pros and cons. Indecision.

"—Do you really... do you really want to know why I didn't visit you, King?"

You nodded meekly, lip quivering.

He finally made up his mind.

If you rejected him, at least he'd rest easier knowing that you'd live, and continue to be happy for you from afar. He'd still support you, still be your colonel, still love you even when you found someone else.

"I... I put you in this position, King... It was all my fault," he begun, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tone softed as he finally stopped, as still as a statue, a metre away. From this angle, you saw how bloodshot his eyes were, how they sagged in sadness, how dark circles had formed from lack of sleep. His pale blue eyes were dull, glued to the ground.

"Not only did I lose sight of you on the battlefield, I also shot you. Shot my own—" Pausing, not knowing how to refer to you.

He carried on. "I couldn't live with myself. I still can't live with myself. I'm walking, uninjured, as you are laying in bed, recovering from an injury that I am the reason for. From bullet wounds that were the result of me."

Voice hitching slightly, he tried to keep his breathing under control. But he couldn't.

"How could the monster that shot you enter your room and dare to look at you? How could I watch you cling to life, while I walk freely despite causing you this— this agony? What right do I have looking at you after putting you here?"

You allowed the tears to spill down your cheeks.

He stopped, eyelids drooping, finally meeting your eyes.

"I have feelings for you, King, I—" Trembling "—I do. But... I shouldn't be feeling this way. You have your whole life ahead of you and I—"

"—I've... aged... I'm not the same man I was before. I've witnessed things far too disturbing to ever share with you. I... I know that you should be with someone better and I—"

Although still in a daze and sedated by the drugs, your thought process was still clear enough where you could be sure about this.

Reaching with a tentative hand for König's larger and rougher one, you squeezed it weakly, looking up at him with a heartfelt expression.

König smiled for the first time in ages.

Through that gesture alone, König knew that you forgave him.

He allowed his breathing to stabilise, wanting nothing more than to start over with you.

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Note: MY FAT FUCIIJF FINGERS SLIPPED AND I POSTED THIS EARLIER THANI WAS SUPPOSED TO OJ MY GOD I AM AN IDIOT 🤡🤡

Edit next day: how tmdid this fet 100+ notes im sobbing 😭😭. thabk you everyone for readijg this angst fest!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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Random König Headcanons

Hey y'all! This is my first post on here so I hope it's alright <3

These are all pretty SFW (for now >:)), so I don't think there's really any content warnings??? Idk let me know if I'm wrong.

Likes going to Build-a-Bear. Will definitely make your bear and his bear kiss.

This man can COOK. Oh, you want takeout? Nah. He's already pulling out the ingredients for your favorite dish. Buys the two of you matching aprons.

Talks to animals like they're babies. I also feel like the man just... attracts wild animals like birds and squirrels. Undercover Disney princess??? Perhaps.

Speaking of babies... the man is so good with kids. Laughs all giddily when toddlers climb him like a tree. Wants you to have his babies so bad

Actually has a decent singing voice. Get him drunk enough and he's doing karaoke like a pro. Oh, and if you agree to sing a duet with him??? He's GONE. Goes all out.

Likes to hold pinkies when walking around in public. He likes holding hands, too, but when he's feeling a little more anxious he'll intertwine your pinkies. PDA isn't his strong suit but he HAS to be touching you at all times, and it's like a pinky promise that he'll always be there with you :,)

Draws patterns/words on your back with his fingertips when y'all are laying in bed. Mainly a bunch of pet names, "I love you"s, and hearts. And cartoon penises

This big burly BEAST of a man loves being the little spoon, no matter how impractical it is. Honestly loves any cuddling position though.

Pouts when you're not giving him enough attention. His lips get SO puffy when he's jealous. Talking to one of his friends? He's grumbling German insults to them under his breath. Eventually he'll just scoot closer to you on the couch and rest his legs on top of your lap. BAM, now he's got your attention, even if it's just you telling him that he's crushing you. Big ol' lap dog.

Likes to do your hair!! He'll take pictures of what he's done and show them to you like a hairdresser :,) It could be the worst hairstyle you've ever seen but you're wearing it PROUDLY.

On the rare occasion that you two go out to a restaurant, he REFUSES to tell the waiter if his meal is wrong. Oh, it's shrimp and he's allergic to shellfish? He's telling the waiter he loves it and will just stare at the untouched plate sadly. Also will not let you trade plates with him because what if the waiter sees??? Tries to sink under the table when you finally cave and tell the waiter that the order is wrong. Glares at you the entire time he eats his new correct meal but is secretly so thankful. <3

Is absolute trash at video games. One of the best combat soldiers on the planet, but put a controller in his hands??? He's lucky if he gets three shots in.

Bought an engagement ring two weeks after you two started dating. I mean, he literally fell in love with you immediately upon seeing you for the first time, so are you really surprised??

Is a really good gift wrapper. His hands always start cramping around the holidays because he does most of the wrapping. His love language is 100% physical touch/gift giving btw.

Adding onto the singing thing... I just think he would be a really good musician, specifically a drummer.

NOSE NUZZLES. Like the Brendan Fraser type of kiss where you just rub noses after. He just gives off those romantic vibes <3

Unconventional kisses. Eyelids, the tip of your ear, everywhere you have moles, your calves, ankles... the man is obsessed with you, and he's kissing you wherever he can reach.

ADORES taking baths with you. Candles, rose petals, bath bombs: he does it all. Washes your hair for you. Lots of forehead and temple kisses.

I am unwell. I need him so bad.

Please feel free to reblog if you'd like!! I hope y'all enjoyed my little (very self-indulgent) rambles. :)))

#könig x reader #könig cod #headcanon #fluff #call of duty #könig fluff #cod #könig mw2 #my baby my BABY #need him more than oxygen tbh

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clairdelunelove · 1 year

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smooth and sweet

könig x reader

genre: fluff! (mealtime drabble!)

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, mentions of 'fresh/bare' face but no explicit mention of makeup, mentions of könig's social anxiety, sweet!könig

synopsis: könig 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

head very full about könig's reaction to seeing you after a mission, all freshened up and glowing, and how easily he’d be choking on his words.

he’d 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. you’re 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 and– unable to handle the sincerity of your smile– 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. didn’t 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.

könig who barely bats an eye when the other soldiers pass in his general vicinity. he’ll 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 he’s overthinking the best method to casually tell them that he’s expecting someone. understands that it’s 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.

könig who refuses to eat his meals without you. he will always wait until you’ve started eating before he even begins to pick at his food. it’s common courtesy, or so he rehearses whenever you question him about it. you’d express your bewilderment for his habit, “it’s sweet of you but you don’t have to wait for me, ya know. I know you must be starving after training,” 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 of– untouched– food in front of him– that is, until you’ve settled beside him.

könig 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, “do you know if (y/n) is here?” upon receiving an empty answer, he’ll lean back into his seat and mutter, “trotzdem danke.” rationalizes your absence. tells himself that it could be that you were simply busy– 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 disappointment– the kind that throws him into uneasiness and makes his brain all fuzzy. a feeling that he’s rather acquainted with amidst his younger years.

könig who’s halfway in the process of lifting a forkful of food under his sniper hood when you slam your meal tray before him. the loud rattle almost knocks him over, forcing his shoulders to immediately seize up before he hears your distressed voice, “I’m so sorry, koni! got caught up in the washroom. were you waiting long?” and his heart does this unusual flip in his chest. you’re 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, “nein, nein. not long, do not worry.” you exhale heavily, the noise akin to a sigh of relief, and rest a gentle hand on his forearm, “oh, good. I was worried I was taking too long! I came back caked in gunpowder and mud from the last mission. couldn’t even recognize me underneath all that grime so I had to scrub it all off–”

könig who unceremoniously drops his fork when his gaze finally flicks up to yours. carries out that comical ‘clink’ when the utensil connects with the side of his tray and his hands sprawl to lessen the clamor but it’s in vain because he’s not even looking at it– too engrossed in staring at you. you’re glowing. clearly you told him the truth because your face is devoid of any of the muck he remembers you were covered in. könig reasons it’s 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.

könig who blurts, “you look very refreshed.” the words leave his lips too awkwardly, beginning and stopping at odd syllables. a beat of silence passes. noticing your lack of a response, he’s aware that he ultimately just ruined the chances of a lighthearted dinner. he wrings his hands. decides to try again. “your,” he hesitates and gestures to his masked face, “nice.” this comment seems to elicit a stronger reaction because you’re thoughtfully reaching up to your own face with a breathy chuckle. yet, it’s not enough for könig.

könig who drags a large hand down his face and bites back a curse, “verdamnnt. I can’t think.” his gaze bounces off the walls in the room, clearly exasperated beyond measure, and you vaguely understand that he’s contemplating. in the midst of his frenzy, his eyes land on you and you’re precisely reminded how gorgeous they are– eagerly lit in reverence to his current situation. “you’re radiant, no,” he taps his fingers on the table and groans, “mein gott! what is the word.” and your hand naturally reaches for him, nearly quelling his irritation, when his fist slams against the table. “pretty! very pretty,” he says at last and his eyes burn in triumph at finding a word that is undoubtedly compatible to you, “so fucking pretty.”

könig who revels in the bashfulness that’s 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 that’s headier– more provocative and therefore more potent to your racing heart. “pretty?” you decide to bait the conversation somewhere else, take the edge off of your burning face, and pry, “saying that I usually look bad, koni?” your quip causes him to short circuit and his brain has trouble keeping up with banter that he wasn’t expecting. “no,” he spits out the word, albeit a bit strongly, but doesn’t expand further– he can’t. his mouth opens and closes but no words come out. he’s sure that without his sniper hood he’d look like an utter fool. how does he manage to mess up a simple compliment?

könig 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. he’s the image of pliable– 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 könig, 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 he’s stuttering, “I don’t– I, uh.” his explanation breaks off at the end and perhaps it’s 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. “oh,” his voice borders a whine when your nails lightly scrape at the nape of his neck, “maus.” he blows out a long exhale from parted lips, undoubtedly trying to maintain his composure with you– that is, if he had any to begin with. you’ve got him fully weak. “what happened?” your lips curl into a teasing smile upon watching his eyes flutter at the next words that leave your lips, “cat got your tongue, big boy?”

#konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #call of duty x reader #konig imagine #cod x reader #konig drabble #cod konig #konig

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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year

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Heyo! I’ve requested this to a couple different writers just to see the way it differs and so far Im still waiting for them to respond, which is fine, but I was hoping I could at least request it to you as well :)

I have ADHD and other mental conditions and stuff and was wondering, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, that you could do the 141 + Konig where the reader (female) had ADHD and was super energetic and talkative the entire day and the boys were just stressed out from the long day or a bad mission and had said something hurtful to the reader, which caused them to either try and suppress their ADHD ticks or just talk less and become less energetic and social.

I’m a sucker for angst cuz I’m sad and lonely lol 🥹. If you could please do this or at least think about it that would be amazing, thanks 🫶🫶

Hello, my love. I LOVED your ask and gave it a shot. I hope you´ll forgive me that I only came up with something for Ghost, Price and König so far. Maybe I´ll do another part with Gaz and Soap.

As I don´t have ADHD or know anyone who does, I really hope I catured what it´s like as best as possible. Please let me know if there´s something wrong. Please enjoy and don´t feel lonely! There´s a whole community for CoD out there who welcome you with open arms! <3

Warnings: angst, panic, yelling, cursing, fluff, hurt/comfort

Words: 3.001

Ghost

You were just putting away the dishes from your dinner when you heard the front door open. Your heart lurched into your throat knowing who just came home. You bolted around the corner and there he was. The hulking figure of your boyfriend Simon. His frame took over most of the space of the short hallway as he moved to take off his jacket. You knew he needed a little time to adjust before he would be able to give you attention so you waited, though still hopping from one excited foot to the other quickly. Grinning wildly and lightly giggling.

You heard a long sigh coming from Simon and your heart sank a little. It must have been a draining mission. He lifted his head and his dark eyes looked at you wearily. You stopped hopping immediately and a cold, cold shiver ran over your back. You saw the haunted look in your boyfriends eyes and you didn’t know how to help him best right now. Then, to really spike your panic, you saw Simon shake his head and move backwards to the door. “I can´t deal with this tonight” was all he murmured before he turned and left your shared apartment, leaving you standing there with the most horrible feeling in your stomach.

Simon was at a loss. He was sitting in a quiet corner of his favourite Pub, sulking into his pint. The last mission almost cost him every single one of his team members. Johnny was still in hospital. He just couldn’t deal with bubbly, happy or hyper right now. At least that´s what he thought. His fist clenched around the glass when he tried to suppress his self-loathing. Wasn’t your talkative person and happy nature exactly what had enticed him in the first place? What was he doing? Instead of listening to you ramble about your day, about the newest plant you got or how much you enjoyed cooking this new dish, effectively draining all the bad thoughts from his mind, he was sitting alone in a Pub, still thinking about the horrors of the last couple of weeks.

He knew all you´d wanted to do a couple of hours ago was envelop him into your arms and making him feel home. A huge gash opened in his chest. Growling at himself he stood and left the Pub. He had to see you right now.

In your apartment you sat on the couch, trying to read one of your favourite books and not feel rejected by the one you loved. You really tried to understand why he left. Why he left you with these words hanging in the air. Where you really too much? You were just excited. Was that too much as well? You felt your eyes sting. The front door opened and your heart plummeted into your stomach.

He needed space, so you stayed seated and decided you wouldn’t bother him with your presence until he really wanted it. At the door, Simon waited for your hurried footsteps, craving your hug more than anything. But nothing came. No footsteps, no happy squeal, nothing. He knew he´d fucked up big time then.

As he walked into the living room and saw you sitting on the couch, his heart squeezed painfully when you wouldn’t look at him. He heard you sniffle and immediately went over to you. “I´m sorry, dove. I´m so, so sorry” he whispered when he sat down and immediately pulled your whimpering form onto his lap. You held onto his shirt and marvelled in his scent and warm, firm chest. Simon buried his head into your hair and still continued to apologise. “I stepped over the line when I said what I said, my love. I can deal with it! I need your bubbly self, especially now. I´m so sorry.” His big arms caged you in and slowly you came down. Warmth and love melted into your veins again as you spoke.

“If you need more space from me when you come back, just let me know before you come home. So I´m not a bother.” You heard a desperate sound crawling up his throat when he repositioned you to look into your eyes. His big hands were framing your face when he said in a choked up voice “No. No, don’t ever hide who you are from me. I´m the one who needs to work on this. You did nothing wrong.” He sighed. “I thought I couldn’t deal with it but the truth is, it made everything much worse. I need your adorable rambling when I come back so I don’t have to think about what happened. It just took me a while to realise and I´m incredibly sorry. I´ll do better, I promise. I love you.” You shook your head and lovingly stroked his face. “Just let me know exactly what you need and I´ll adjust. Just don’t push me away like that. I love you just as much.” He kissed your fingertips, your nose, your forehead and finally your lips. “Never again, love. I promise.” You smiled against his lips and kissed them again.

Cuddling on the couch for several minutes he could feel the words stuck on your tongue just dying to come out. “What is it?” he asked with a grin. You grinned back just as wide. “I bought a new plant” you said with a giggle. Simon sighed happily and nodded his head. “Of course you did” he said lovingly. “Go on then, show me.”

Price

John had been home for about three days now and was still on edge. He really tried not to let it show or not make you worried about him. He still had a lot of paperwork to fill out and visits to the base. You wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible so you decided to really scrub down the flat.

You were really proud of yourself when you finally came to the last room, John´s office. It smelled of leather, John and faint cigar smoke. Smiling fondly you looked at the clean and organised desk. John´s things always had a designated place to be, at least on his desk. Smiling giddily you took a picture frame into your hands. It showed John and you at one of Gaz´s barbeques. John had a beer bottle in hand, red cheeks and smiling so wide, his eyes were completely closed. The picture was made just as you´d jumped onto his back clumsily, almost making him fall. You were perched on his back, your arms thrown around his shoulders. John was leaning forward slightly but already had one hand securely and possessively on your thigh, holding you to him. At this very moment you felt so incredibly lucky to have met him.

John came back later that evening, just as you started preparing dinner. He looked exhausted and a little annoyed as he entered the kitchen and living space, smiling at you shortly and kissing your forehead. You hummed sweetly. “I cleaned the whole apartment today” you said grinning. John raised an eyebrow and looked around. His lips twitched. “You did good, love. Everything´s so orderly.” You knew how much he loved it when the lovely chaos you preferred living in was a little more controlled. You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Get washed up, dinner will be ready soon.” He gave you a grateful smile and nodded, leaving the kitchen.

Several minutes later you heard heavy footsteps stomping down the hallway. Curious you looked at the door just as John walked in. His shoulders were tense and his blue eyes blitzed dangerously and annoyed. “Did you clean my office as well?” he asked quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. You blinked. “Yes, why?” you asked. He shook his head and huffed. “Then I´m sure you can tell me where the bloody hell my work phone is!” You took a short step back when you heard him raise his voice that way. Slight panic settled into your chest. “Uhm” you said and tried to think if you saw his phone. “I´m not sure if…” “You´re not sure? Ok. I´m sure,___. It was on my desk when I left. You know how important that thing is? Where did you put it?” Your head was reeling when you really tried to think if you removed the phone from his desk. “I-I don’t remember” you said breathlessly. John groaned.

“You know, what good is it that you finally clean up your clutter if you remove the things that I actually need?”

Immediately after he closed his mouth he saw you fall into yourself. Your shoulders sagged, your whole face showed panic and bewilderment. Worst of all however was the moment he saw all the light vanish from your eyes. He knew instantly he made a huge mistake. Yes, he was annoyed, but it wasn’t like the phone was gone forever. The both of you just had to find it. When you turned around he knew you didn’t want him to see you like that. He felt terrible. You´d put up with his demeanour for the last couple of days and the first inconvenience made him explode like that. He heard you sniffle.

“___” he said in a small voice, walking over to you. “___, love, I´m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me to say. It´s just a phone. We´ll find it.” He saw you nod but you didn’t turn around. “Baby” he tried again. This time you did turn around and his heart almost gave out. Your eyes were brimming with tears but they looked at him with no emotion at all. Your mouth was a straight line and your jaw was set. “You know I have trouble remembering things. You know that keeping up with one task at the time is basically impossible for me.” He nodded and hung his head. “I know” he said slowly. You huffed. “I´m sorry. I´ll find your phone as soon as dinner is ready.”

John shook his head, walked over and turned off the stove. You looked at him curiously. He grabbed your hand and led you over to the sofa. He urged you to sit down and the moment you did, he knelt on the floor in front of you and touched his forehead to your knees. He breathed you in for several moments before lifting his head. “I really should learn how to prioritise things better. I know how to keep everything orderly and all that but…now it´s not only me and my job. Now it´s also you and me. I sometimes forget about that, my love and I am sorry.”

You looked down at him and felt your anger, embarrassment and shame slowly fade. You nodded weakly. “My sweet girl” he whispered and held you face in his palms. “I really appreciate that you did this. That you put up with me as well. I know I haven’t been very communicative with you.” You lightly shrugged and he shook his head. “You can´t just let me get away with these things, my love. Please. I know it´s hard for you, but you can hold me accountable for what I´m doing or saying.”

“Okey” you said and breathed in deep. “You´re right. What you said was absolutely uncalled for. It hurt and embarrassed me. I´m not proud of the way I let things go sometimes. It takes an immense amount of effort to even come to the point of wanting to organise and clean stuff.” John stroked his thumbs lovingly over your cheeks. “And I´m sorry about your phone, John. I promise, I´ll help you find it.” He sighed deeply and pulled your head towards him. Hesitating for a moment to see your reaction, you smiled at him and leaned down more to kiss him. A relieved breath escaped his nose when he kissed you back right away. You detached from him again and with pure joy he saw the light back in your eyes.

“Let´s have dinner and then we´ll look for your phone, yeah?” you asked. He nodded immediately and helped you stand again. He pulled you close by the waist and peppered your face with little kisses until you giggled and tried to wriggle out of his hold.

“Can I help?” he asked. You nodded and gestured towards the fridge. “Could you please get the meatballs out?” John nodded and opened the fridge. Stunned, he stood in front of it for a bit too long. You looked over to him questioningly. “John? What is it? The meatballs are right there.”

He nodded slowly and then his shoulders started to shake with laughter. “What?” you asked perplexed.

John, still giggling, closed the fridge with the platter of meatballs in one hand and his work phone in the other. Your eyes went round and a blush crept up your neck and up to your cheeks. “Oh, Jesus…”

Both of you started laughing again and John went over to you and held you in his strong arms until you both stopped, short of breath. He leaned his head against yours and very softly said “I love you so much.”

König

Laughing hysterically at one of Soap´s jokes you clutched König´s arm next to you and buried your head in his shoulder. The latest mission was over and the 141 decided to wind down at one of the local pubs. König had asked you to join them and shortly after you walked into the pub and jumped into your lovers arms without hesitation. He lifted you up and swung you from side to side before holding your face gently and kissing you long and hard. The whoops and hollers from Gaz and Johnny were ignored by the two of you. You were just happy to be with each other again.

Your happiness bubbled through every pore in your body, the alcohol in your system making you relaxed and buzzing. You´d bantered with Soap the whole evening. The music and over all volume of the pub forced you to raise your voice once in a while. No one seemed to care though.

With a light kiss to König´s cheek you excused yourself to the bathroom and stumbled over to the little door. König watched your with fond eyes, his heart swelling by the minute. Soaps elbow connecting with his ribs and he gave him a sly wink. “So, when´re you goin´ to ask the lass ta marry your arse?” he asked. König´s face lit up immediately. He grinned shily. “I do have the ring already but…I´m really not sure when I should ask.” Johnny nodded. “Best not wait too long my friend” he said wisely. “Yer not the only one noticin´ her. She surely knows how to present herself.” He winked at König.

König´s eyes had a soft look in them. “Yeah, I know.” He said and sighed deeply. “She´s a LOT!”

Just as he said it, he felt your presence next to him and smiled up at you. Said smile vanished immediately when he saw the hurt on your face. He was a bit bewildered as to why you looked at him like her whole world just collapsed. Without saying anything you turned around and stormed towards the doors. “___!” he yelled and scrambled from his seat in the booth going after you.

Outside he looked left and right quickly and spotted you walking briskly away from the venue to his right. He started running and thanks to his long legs it didn’t take him much time to catch up with you. The moment he reached out for your arm and you whipped around shaking it off, his heart broke into a million pieces. Tears were streaming down your face and deep, deep hurt was still edged onto your features. “Liebling, what-?” “I´m a lot, huh? König, do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? You making fun of me in front of our friends?” You hiccupped and wiped your face with your sleeve.

König´s heart began to hammer in his chest. “Making fun of you? I didn´t. How could I make fun of you?” He started hyperventilating a little when you flinched away from his touch yet again. “What´d I do?” he asked in a panicked voice. You huffed disbelievingly. “You said I was a lot to handle, König. That´s so…rude. You know I can´t control how loud I am sometimes.” König´s eyes went wide.

“A lot to handle….” He whispered desperately. “No. No, Liebling, that´s not what I meant at all!” You gave him a questioning look. “I´d never say something like that about you.”

“Then what did you mean? König, saying someone is a lot, is quite-“

“A lot of perfect!! You´re…you´re perfect” he almost yelled at you, desperate to bring his point across. “I sometimes don’t really know the words to express what I´m trying to say but, mein Schatz….I´d never willingly hurt you or try to put you down like that.”

A feeling of shame overcame you. Here was this wonderful, soft man just trying to get through the day as best he can. You should´ve considered that English wasn’t his first language.

“König” you said breathily and reached out your hand which he immediately took. “I´m sorry. I should´ve talked to you first but…you know, being a bother or too much….it´s just one of the things that make me very insecure.” König lifted your hand to his lips immediately and you could have cried again by the way he so gently kissed your knuckles.

“You´re not too loud, or too talkative, or too forward. You´re too much…you! Sometimes I don´t know how to tell people that I would literally kill for you. That I would do anything to make you happy!”

Your arms wined themselves around his neck as you pulled him down for a passionate kiss. “I love you, König” you said against his mouth. “I´m sorry I stormed out like that.” He shook his head and brushed his nose with yours. “I love you too, my love. So much.” You grinned and hugged him again, having to stand on your tiptoes to do so. He pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Will you come back inside? The evening is still young” he asked. You nodded immediately and took his large hand in yours.

König´s heart raced and he knew exactly what to do to erase every single doubt from your mind. As he guided you back to the pub, his other hand that wasn´t holding yours gently thumbed at the locket around his neck, containing the ring he wanted to give you since day one.

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Thank you so much for reading. Please let me know in the comments what you think about this take. A like and reblog is of course always appreciated <3

Love you and stay safe!

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ghostlythunderbird · 1 year

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Can we get some more Omega-Verse HC with König and his mate?

maybe how they first met? Idk, I just really crave some more omega verse stuff with him.

love your work! <3

Omegaverse ~ König and how he met his mate

OMG wow my first ever ask! Ngl this has inspired me to write one for each of the boys, but Anon this one is for you! Hope you and everyone enjoy and once again a special thanks to @l-lend and @kelpiesummer for throwing ideas at me XD.

Now both your and Konig’s first meeting is the farthest thing from perfect, and remember when I said you literally barged into his life? I was being serious.

Now I’m just gonna say that you're secretly an Omega, but in order to get higher paying and government related jobs (cause that’s where the money is at) you cannot be anything less than a Beta. To safeguard your identity you have both high end scent patches and pill suppressants.

And after making sure no one could tell what your true second gender was, you applied to become a part of a Rut Retrieval Team. Your assigned member? The Austrian Apex known as König. But what you didn’t know about this supposedly dangerous second gender, was that even the least sensitive apex could still pick up on what you were even with patches and suppressants.

Now your team are the only people who can handle him after he’s coming down after a rut, primarily because many think he would be extremely dangerous. So after being dispatched somewhere in Spain, your team finally finds him while he’s still both coming off his rut and the excessive amounts of adrenaline. He was showing signs that he didn’t really want the team there but made no moves to act.

But when someone reached for him, he grabbed the much smaller beta male and practically threw him before attempting to pummel the poor guy. And in order to protect your teammate, you barrel into the apex and attempt to wrap your arms around his neck to make him stop. One main way to calm down an apex would be with a heavily scented pad that had an omegas heat scent doused into it. But before you could apply it, he grabbed your wrist and pressed his nose to your covered scent gland instead before quickly letting go.

The scent that washed over him was much stronger than could have ever been on the cloth, but once he realized there was a scent patch there he dropped your wrist like it practically burned him. You both didn’t move after that but your gazes were locked almost like a trance.

Thankfully your team didn’t catch this interaction between the two of you, as they were more focused on the beta on the ground. But once they see how he’s decently calm, they begin moving him to evac to get him back to the KorTac base. Your team didn’t desire to be anywhere near him after his earlier display so you end up being voluntold to secure him while your team is on security outside the helicopter.

König hadn’t said anything during the duration of his retrieval, he was completely silent but all he did was just keep a watchful gaze as you strapped him in. His gaze wasn’t broken until you had brought that dreaded muzzle into his view, he zeroed in on it and without a single thought he had asked “Your an Omega aren’t you?”. To König it was more of a shot in the dark, and wasn't fully expecting you to answer him.

It wasn’t until he had looked up and froze, your eyes were wide from under your mask; the fear was evident. Your grip on the muzzle tightened and the instinctive urge to get away from him was starting to take over. But before you could fully take a step back he had moved, yanking the muzzle from your grasp and had tightened it before you could blink. He had practically shrunk in on himself and made no move to look at you, even though it had no change on his height or mass for someone of his massive size. The poor guy didn’t want to scare you, and make him seem like the monster so many make him out to be.

It was odd to say the least. You had been told that Apexes were demanding and took whatever they wanted whenever. But this odd apex has only become more interesting to you in just a short amount of time. It wasn’t until he had looked in your direction and muttered a “Don’t worry your secret's safe with me, Ich verspreche es dir~.” That you had decided to try and get to know this enigma of a man much better. And you definitely never looked back after that chance encounter.

Translation : “Ich verspreche es dir” - I promise you (sorry if this is wrong, I’m using google translate because I’m an uneducated American XD)

Taglist: @l-lend, @kelpiesummer, @fatedeniedhope, @grizzersmamma

#konig mw2 #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #konig cod #konig x reader #omegaverse #Apex König #this man needs love

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teddy-bear-baby · 10 months

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Their Deadly Flower - Five

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so late. I have the memory of goldfish I swear. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Prolog - Chapt. 1 - Chapt. 2 - Chapt. 3 - Chapt. 4 - Here - Chapt. 6

“I refuse to just leave Iris behind.” Ghost's voice is loud and authoritative, nearly yelling at Price.

“Consider it an order then. There’s nothing we can do to help now.” Price’s face is a cross between hurt and anger as his usually calm and cool demeanor slips.

Soap’s voice is weak and broken. “Please, not again.” He makes no attempt to hide his devastation as he pleads with Price.

It was no one’s fault and they all knew that. Not 141 nor KorTac. The mission hadn’t gone as planned. They had been caught off guard on what was meant to be a stealth mission. The building went on high alert. Everyone inside scrambled about readying themselves for battle. The order was given to take out the power and disorient the enemy to give themselves the upper hand. And so they did. It was a solid plan and all was going well until they were separated by oncoming forces.

Ghost and Soap had watched it happen from a room across the hall. In the midst of a tussle, Iris’ helmet and NVGs had been knocked off. The fight that ensued was over quickly with Iris standing over the opposition’s lifeless body. Before they could reach Iris, they were swept into combat once again. When they finished with the onslaught of enemies, Iris was gone. They looked for a while before Price told them it was time to get out. The enemy had backup on the way and they needed to vacate the premises. They’d waited and watched from a hill a ways away. All of them with binoculars pressed to their faces. They watched as the backup troops entered the building.

Everyone’s hearts dropped when they heard shots ring out a few moments later. None of them said a word or moved. They held their breath for what felt like hours before Price finally spoke.

“König, sniper.” He gestures for the large man to take up Iris’ post as the sniper. “With no one else in the building, they’ll be making their move to transport Ronald soon. As soon as you see him, take the shot.” A heavy sigh leaves Price’s mouth. “The rest of you should be ready for a firefight.” With his final order given everyone moved into position, mentally baring themselves for the slaughter they were about to cause.

They waited in tense silence for a little less than an hour before the side door finally opened and out stepped the man they’d been looking for. König readied himself to pull the trigger but hesitated.

Price pulled away his binoculars for a brief moment. “What are you waiting for? Take the shot König.” Price watched as König shook his head lightly, still peering through the scope.

“Not my shot to take Captain.” König pulled away from the scope and nodded for Price to look down at the side door

Everyone’s eyes shot over at the small gesture just as another small figure exited the door holding what appeared to be a pistol to the back of Ronald’s head. All rushing to lift their binoculars back to their faces, they watch as the person ushered Ronald forward slamming the door closed behind them.

Price’s voice is full of surprise as he utters the only words that come to mind. “Well, I’ll be goddamned.”

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The day after the briefing, 141 and KorTac set off for the warehouse where you all would be training together. The goal was to take the place down from the inside and capture the target for questioning. The target is Ronald F. Mollins.

He'd been suspected, and recently confirmed, to be one of three heads of a well-known terrorist organization. Said organization had been responsible for at least twenty-four of the latest terrorist attacks and bombings and your capture two years ago. According to Price, they had another attack planned for two weeks from now. It was crucial that you capture, or take down Ronald.

On 141’s latest recon mission, Gaz stumbled upon the building plans for Ronald’s new safehouse. Price had everything set up and ready to go by the time you’d all been called in for the briefing.

The mission training area was an old warehouse that was normally completely empty on the inside. On the occasions that it would be used, recruits would be ordered to set it up in a very specific way. Today, for instance, it was set up to mimic the hideout you’d be infiltrating. Pallets and old metal sheets acted as faux walls and doors. Old lights flicker above your head as you all take a preliminary walk through the building.

You jump a little at the sound of Price’s voice coming through your headset. “I’m going to give you all 10 minutes to get a hold of your surroundings, then we’ll begin strategizing.” Your eyes find him standing overhead on the left-side catwalk. His watchful eyes from above were a luxury you wouldn’t have come time for you all to execute the actual mission.

You all regroup at the front of the old warehouse-turned-training facility. Ten minutes had been more than enough for you to mentally map out the quickest route to Ronald’s office. The side entrances would definitely be key for getting you all in and out if you wanted to go with the stealthier option. For the louder alternative, however, the rear entry seemed best suited. Lots of cover from tight winding halls, plenty of rooms to dip into if things got too hairy, and most importantly, it was the closest entrance to Rolnalds office.

You look around yourself at your team that had recently doubled in size. Most of them were deep in thought as they tried to come up with anything to contribute to a plan. Your eyes stop at König as he swiftly turns his face away from you. Had he been staring or was it simply your imagination? He had seemed off this morning, not that he didn’t seem off most of the time. This morning was different though. When you’d said hello to him in the kitchen he hadn’t said anything back. Not too strange you suppose but the way he avoided eye contact with you had made you feel some way. Hurt almost. You thought you two had started to become somewhat acquaintances at the very least, if not friends. Casual ‘Hello’s in the halls, small conversations about your days when you’d catch each other in the training room. Even sparring with each other.

It was like a switch had flipped in him. The sweet man from before was gone and here with you stood someone almost as cold as Ghost. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes. He wouldn’t say even one word to you. You hadn’t really noticed it before but you think maybe he had been avoiding you while you all walked through the building. Your heart drops as you think back to your previous interactions with him. Had you made him angry with something you’d said? Had you hurt him while training with him? No, surely he would have told you if you had. So, what was it then? Your heart grows heavy with your thoughts.

“Alright ladies,” Price looks around the group and gives you a small nod, “And Iris.” A grin etches itself into your lips as he grins at you. He takes a step toward the center of the group clapping his hands together. “What’s the game plan?” Murmurs break out among the group of soldiers around you.

One of the members of KorTac, Horangi you think is what the others called him, speaks up. “We could just blow through the doors, go in and take what we want.”

Your brows raise at how rash he sounded. “That seems like a really bad idea.” Your hand comes up to absent-mindedly rub your temple. Working with contractors such as these was going to be hell on earth.

Another KorTac member steps forward. “What would you know?” His tone is aggressive, almost hostile. “You just got accepted here, what, last week? I suggest not sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Heat rises in the back of your neck. Breathe. In. Out. Think through your actions. Anger should be used in a productive manner. “Quite a bit of hypocrisy in that statement, For-Hire.” Your words come out calm and calculated. “Now, if I may finish, I was saying we shouldn’t risk-”

“For-Hire?” His voice drips with animosity as he steps toe-to-toe with you. “Watch your tone Louse. Wouldn’t want to wind up missing would we?” He’s so close now his nose nearly brushes yours as his eyes scan your form.

Your mind begins to reel with images of you beating him into submission. Breath. On your right, you can see the 141 watching with entertained looks. From the corner of your eye, you catch a brief interaction between Price and König. Price holds his arm in front of König with a small shake of his head. König's eyes held a look of murder in them as he stared at his comrade’s back. Price clearly wanted to see what you’d do in this situation. You move your eyes back to the man in front of you, his larger form still looming over you. You blink slowly up at him, letting a heavy sigh slip out under your balaclava. The heat soaks into the fabric warming your cheeks with every breath. “I say this with all the respect I can find for you; please exit my personal space.”

His eyes flash with defiance and he shows no sign of moving. His breath fans your face as he continues to loom over you. “I’ll move when I’m ready, Recruit.”

“Why are the dumb ones always so cocky?” Your question causes a chorus of snickers to your right. You find it amusing, though it does little to push down the rage that has steadily grown within you. “Look, I asked you politely to get out of my face.” Teaching respect was productive, right? You allow your anger to bubble to the surface. “That. That was your warning.” He opens his mouth to say something back but all that comes out is a small shriek of pain as your boot makes contact with his groin. He falls to his knees before you and without a second thought, you twist him around to face his comrades. Your left-hand pins his right arm behind him, while your other hand pulls a knife from your vest. You press the dull edge lightly to his throat, smart enough even in your rage-stricken state to not seriously harm your own team members.

You’re still seething but decide the poor man had had enough to learn his lesson. You slowly remove the knife from his throat and shove him forward into the ground. “A second warning is a luxury, For-Hire.” You take a small step back as your body slowly comes down from the adrenaline. “Savor the feeling and don’t make me regret leaving you alive.” You step back into your spot among the 141 as the man scurries back to join KorTac. You can feel König’s eyes on you. The way they take you in, the feeling of his stare was becoming all too familiar. You risk a glance his way and sure enough, he was looking you up and down, admiration replacing the murderous gaze he had moments ago.

Price chuckles under his breath. “Perhaps I should have introduced you all one by one. I want this to sit in your minds as a prime example of why we never underestimate our opponents.” He gestures toward you as he turns to face the soldiers across from you. “I would like you all to meet Iris. Our newly returning Sergeant specializes in stealth ops, sniping, and swift takedowns. Light-footed, quick thinking and isn’t afraid to play dirty. In shorter terms; not to be messed with.” He steps back and turns so that he’s facing everyone. “Now then, let’s hear that plan.”

After about thirty minutes of planning you all set off to test out the operation. After a few failed attempts, the first plan was thrown out the window. This pattern repeated itself over and over. Tensions had been rising all day and each failure pushed things closer and closer to the breaking point.

Everything came to a head when König suggested moving you with KorTac at the front of the group. Ghost was having none of it though. His sudden possessiveness made you a bit weak in the knees. “That’s a fucking fever dream if I’ve ever heard one.” His eyes burned with white-hot rage from the long tense day. “Iris stays with me, end of story.” Me, not us? Your face flushes under the mask you wear.

“But, if we had someone a bit smaller in the front we could keep things quieter. We could make it further in before being ambushed.” König explained his point as if Ghost would listen to reason.

You shrug a little as you look between the two. “He’s not wrong Lt.” You play with the bottom edge of your balaclava. “Actually, König, do you think you and your team could get me close to the power box?” You don’t miss the glare Ghost shoots at you. “If we could cut the power part way through rather than at the end, we would have the upper hand.” You turn to Ghost as he responds.

“No.” His eyes don’t leave yours as he continues. “We’ll station someone, Gaz, near the power box. Give the word and throw them off. We’ll have the upper hand when we need it, and you.” He pokes his finger into your chest. “You stay with me.” Desperation flashes through his eyes for a split second. You can tell by how rigidly he stands that his mind has taken him back to the day they left you behind.

Your eyes soften as you reach up and grasp the hand still touching your chest. His hand trembles slightly within yours. Even through both pairs of gloves you feel electricity jump between your hands. “Ok,” You search his eyes, making sure he’s in the present with you. His gaze shifts to where your mouth is under your mask. “I’m here. I’m with you Lt. I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes shoot back up to yours. “I’ll stay with you.”

He gives a small nod and creases form at the corners of his eyes as though he’s smiling. It’s gone as quickly as it came though replaced with that hardened gaze once again. “Good.” He pulls his hand from yours to pat you on the shoulder. “Let’s see if this works, shall we?” ~~~~~

You’d done it again. This time you were certain it was over for you. There would be no relocating you this time. No, you would be dead if you weren’t careful. You messed up, let yourself get caught off guard as your team and KorTac combed the halls in the dark. A group of opposition fighters came out of thin air, rushing your whole group. Everyone got separated in the attack. It was a risk you took every time you stepped out of the base to go on a mission. You could get separated, but you trained for that. You hadn’t, however, trained for the moment when your helmet along with your NVGs got knocked from your head by the opponent.

You’d done your best to fight him off in the dark unsure where your equipment had landed. Once you had subdued your target you made your way out of the room. Using the sounds of battle you avoided high-traffic areas as you use the wall to guide you. After fifteen minutes your eyes had adjusted enough to see about twenty feet in front of you. Sighing internally you remind yourself that they too were blinded by the darkness and as long as you’re quiet, you may catch up to your team before everything goes to shit.

You sneak your way through the halls the same as you had days before when practicing for the mission. You still had the rest of your gear to fall back on if things got too chaotic. Stealth is what you’re good at, that’s why you were recon by default. You could do this. You carry yourself in a low crouch through the building remaining silent. Every turn could be your death, and your mind is sure to remind you of that every time you pass an intersecting hall. You had two choices here, go straight for the exit and hope that they don’t have extra forces surrounding the building, or continue the path you had taken 15 times in training. It would most definitely be considered abandonment if you left without the others. What could you do though? Not only were your NVGs attached to the helmet but it also secured your comms to your head. Reaching out to them wasn’t an option whether you want to or not.

You finally decide to move forward with the mission hoping they hadn’t moved to plan B. You make your way through the halls silently until you come to the center-most room. You had stopped briefly to gather your sense of direction when you heard it. Backup troops stormed through every entrance calling out into the darkness. You had to move quickly to reach your mission point before they did.

It became evident to you that this would be your end when troops equipped in tactical gear appeared around you. You counted three as you stood, ready to fight for your life. It was pointless, you knew that the sound of the scuffle would most certainly draw more attention. Taking your chances you make a break for the closest doorway. They all followed shouting out their location for any nearby opposition to hear. After entering the room you spin on your heels raising your pistol to the opening you’d just come through. As they round the doorway to file in you open fire. Taking out two of them with no issues. The third managed to get a shot off on you. The impact and searing hot pain in your shoulder sent you stumbling back into the wall. With heaving breaths you allow yourself to slide down the wall.

“Enemy down, all clear boys.” The man's retreating footsteps surprised you. Had he really thought you were dead? Were you dead?

Blood drips from the wound down onto your gear as your head lolls forward. You sat there watching it for what felt like hours. There was no point in moving, you’d be gunned down if anyone found out you were still breathing. You couldn’t sit there and do nothing though, you had to do something or you really would die right here in a puddle of your own blood. The halls had been quiet for a while now you could probably risk checking if they had left, right? Your body felt sluggish, you’d lost quite a bit of blood by now. You weren’t strong enough at this moment to get to your feet. With an annoyed roll of your stiff neck, you move to release the straps of your vest. Without the weight of it and everything tucked inside you are able to stand. Every movement sends a sharp pain through the wound in your shoulder.

As you peer from the doorway you find the halls empty. No enemy troops, no KorTac, and no 141. A light catches your eye from down the hall. As you slowly regain your bearings it dawns on you; Ronald had a generator for his office. That was one of the main points Price had driven into all of your heads during practice. That’s how he’ll call in the backup troops once the power is out. You’ll have less than fifteen minutes to get him or get out. Price’s voice nags in the back of your mind. How had you forgotten?

The light gives you hope as you step into the hall. It was like the universe was giving you a sign, a way out of this mess. Ronald wasn’t a fighter. He had men for that. But if his men thought it was clear then there was a chance that Ronald was alone in there. There was a chance that you could still complete this capture with or without your team. You move quickly but silently like a predator on the prowl. You peak through every doorway, being sure every room is clear along the way to Ronald’s office. Now, standing toe to toe with the wooden door, you stop for a moment and just listen. The sound of clacking fills your ears as you grasp the handle. The hum of what sounds to be a printer emanates from beyond the door as the clacking stops, giving you the perfect cover to slip into the room.

Ronald’s back is to you as you silently close and lock the door, ensuring there wouldn’t be any interruptions. Slowly you creep up behind him pressing the barrel of the pistol to the back of his head. “Don’t move, don’t speak. I have an ultimatum for you.” Your breath is deadly silent as you move to wrap your nondominant arm around his throat. You wince inwardly at the pain that ripples through you when moving that shoulder. “Firstly, are you armed?” He’s silent. “Yes or no, Ronald. Are you armed?” Your voice is forceful and wicked in its tone.

“No.” His voice is shaky. He’s scared. Good. That means he probably isn’t in fact armed.

“Good. Do you want to make it out of this building alive?”

“Yes.” The single word comes out as more of a breath.

“Great, now I have a few steps for you to follow.”

“Why would I follow any instructions from you?” His voice still comes out shaky.

“Well, that’s the ultimatum, dear Ronald.” Your voice lilts as your mind begins to suffer a bit of delirium from the blood loss. “Either you follow every word that comes from my mouth, or you die right here, right now.” Your gun presses hard into the side of his head in an attempt to prove your point. “Is that clear?” His small nod is enough for you to ease up just a bit. “Good, now listen.”

You walk him step by step through every one of your demands. “Turn the power back on and lock down every door. I want them to only work with your key card.” You watch him like a hawk every step of the way. “Now, we’re gonna take a little walk to the west exit and you are going to call off all of your men, understand Ronny?” His legs shake beneath him as he nods fervently. “Alright, let’s get a move on Ronny boy, we’re burning daylight.”

It was a rather short walk to the side entrance. You’d crossed paths with a few of his men but they were quickly dispatched as you both kept moving. True to his word only his key card worked for the doors. As soon as you’d enter they’d seal behind you, his men stuck on the other side helpless to free their leader. Once you’d finally reached the side door you sighed. This was it. You’ll be out in the fresh air where you could make your run back to the makeshift base about an hour's drive out.

“Thank you Ronald for your cooperation. I would hate to have had to kill you.” You keep the gun level with his head as he pushes open the door to freedom. He steps out into the daylight, bringing his arm up to shield his eyes from the sun. “Keep moving, I can still shoot you.” He takes a few hesitant steps forward as you follow him out. You spare a glance at the top of the hill on your left, catching sight of 141 and KorTac making their way down to meet you, Ghost and König leading the charge.

You’d survived. You’d fixed your mistake. Even through all your doubts and thoughts of your own death, you persevered.

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 25 days

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somebody on ao3 asked if i could make a playlist - and i love to make playlists 🥲 so this is the shared playlist of metalhead!könig x reader! (if you didn't know... that one kinda is a self-insert) so i started with the songs i put into the fic and added some more that i would like to listen to with könig, some that i would show him, some of his favourites... i hope you enjoy! <3

i took a little break over the holidays because i was stressed and a little burned out, but i'm back now, feeling a bit better, with a few new ideas rolling around in my mind!

so, last but not least: an announcement! i'm almost at 666 followers (i kinda missed the 500 mark, so this is the next best thing :P ) and when we hit that (only 6 more to go!), i'm gonna open requests for the first time! i will choose up to three for now, to work on for the follower special.

you can choose metalhead!könig or fitfora!könig (from the fics i posted so far), or suggest another AU, or whatever general ideas you would like to read, and i will try and work them out! just be mindful that i only write for könig and won't write noncon, cheating, watersports, any cest, pregnancy (and this should go without saying, but just to be sure: all particpants need to be of age).

if there won't be any requests, i will still work on a little special one shot - i already have something fun in mind c:

toodles!

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qtboni · 8 months

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Hi bunbuns !! So we reached 1K FOLLOWERS on this blog, and I can't express how grateful I am for the support from everyone. Honestly, I never imagined this blog would ever reach this milestone. A few years ago, I had a Haikyuu-centered blog dedicated to writing fanfics and omg. like. wow. so much has changed since then! I'm overwhelmed with emotions right now, and I just want to say thank you for sticking with my work and showing so much love and support. I know I've been absent from this blog for a while and I admit, I've been missing writing fanfics. After a few weeks of reading other people's fanfics (delulu), I gained so much motivation and found the passion to write again <3 I want to clarify on how to make a REQUEST based on this drabble collection: Please provide a brief outline of the story you want me to write (please keep in mind that each story will be a one-shot), the character/s you want to feature, and you can either choose one of the drabbles or let me choose one for you. As always, please have manners and say ‘Thank you’ <3 Here are the drabbles, or like prompts if you may call it, I've written specifically for this celebration! I know I still have a long list of requests waiting in my inbox, and I want to apologize for not getting to them sooner. I really appreciate everyone's patience and support. Writing for you all has been such a rewarding experience, and I'm excited to continue sharing more stories with you all in the future. Much love 💕

── ◜✧◞ MASTERLIST ﹕ᶻz

STATUS || 2/24

• ULTIMATE SACRIFICE — "He would do anything to protect you, would even give his life in return to yours. He had already lost so much, he wasn't going to lose you too."

• HEART'S KNOCKS — "He hesitates to ring the doorbell, his hand trembling slightly. But he can't just leave without at least talking to you."

• SUCH TEASE — "He leans against the wall, a sly smirk etched across his face. His gaze then have gone travelling down your body before settling back on your eyes."

• HEALING TOUCH — "He wakes up to the sight of you by his side, your gentle fingers inspecting the dressings on his wounds."

• ANGEL BABY — "You were the only one he felt he could truly open up to. All the trauma, all the nightmares, you were the first one who truly understood him."

• CONSEQUENCES — "He couldn't bring himself to admit it, but the truth was he was terrified. He had fought in countless battles, but nothing had prepared him for this."

• TENDER CARE — "He grimaces from his injuries, but despite the pain, he gives you a small smile, thankful for your constant care and concern for his wellbeing."

• TIME'S TICKIN' — "He nervously looks around while waiting for the elevator, hoping he'll make it in time."

• LONELY NIGHT — "Rain pounds against the windowsill as he sits alone, lost in thoughts of you, wishing you were by his side."

• DELICATE FLOWER — "He gently wipes away a strand of hair from your face, his fingers trembling slightly as they brush over your skin."

• REMINISCING — "He felt a wave of tense as he entered the room. The scent of flowers and sunshine filled the air, reminding him of all the memories you shared together."

• HERE WITH ME — "He catches you off-guard with a kiss in reuniting after a long deployment."

── ◜‹3◞ COL.L KÖNIG :

• HEARTBEAT — "As you place your head down on his chest, you relished in the comfort of his uniform and the heat of his body."

• AFFECT ME — "He leans in closer to you, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine, as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear."

• RUINATION — "He couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something wrong, that he had ruined everything. He didn't know how to make it better."

── ◜‹3◞ SER.T HORANGI :

• SLEEPY LOVE — "He holds you in his arms, planting kisses on your forehead as he lays you in bed together."

• BELOVED'S TOUCH — "He lays on your lap, his soft hair brushing against your thighs as he looks adoringly up at you."

• SHY HEART — "He stares at you with a loving gaze across the corridor of the barracks. He should probably go before you find him out."

── ◜‹3◞ COL.L ALEJANDRO :

• AFFECTION — "He gently touches your cheek with his thumb, a small, sweet gesture of his affection."

• HIS PRESENCE — “His fingers pause, his gaze fixed firmly on the phone with a single message displayed on the screen: ‘I'm here.’"

• A CHOICE — "He couldn't believe he was really doing this. He was given the choice of betraying everything he stood for, just for you."

── ◜‹3◞ SER.T RODOLFO :

• FIRM HAND — "He tries to get out of bed despite his injuries, but you promptly pushed him back down, reminding him that he must rest to heal."

• SHINING SALUTE — "He stands to attention in his dress uniform, saluting proudly as he looks across the field at you, his sweet lover."

• GREAT CARE — "Your capable hands massaging his aching back, after a long day of training and fighting."

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nia-writes · 1 year

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Headcannons for 141 + Konig + Los Vaqueros with a f!reader on a first date

Like how the date set up would be, where and what would they have for their meal, what activities they would do together

Loads of fluff if you don’t mind. I personally think Konig would do a sip and paint type of date 🥺 man is so big and cute while he paints on a mini canvas and sip tea while Price is the type to take you to see the northern lights cos he’s extra like that

Hiiii~ thank you for requesting!! I love this ask and added in who asked who on a date! Hope you enjoy~ For König, I changed his date a little <3

Warnings: None, just fluff~ a shirtless Kyle~

My requests are open~

Ghosty

You asked him for a date.

You’ve always had a special relationship with him, Simon’s always been softer with you than he is with anyone.

At first you thought it was because he thought you were weak, since you’re new to the 141. Like if he didn’t protect you- you’d compromise the mission and get yourself, and others killed.

But you *thankfully* realised that’s not true one day, while having a conversation with Soap and Gaz.

"Come on, y/n! Are you honestly that dense?!” Kyle exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

“What?!” You shot back, sinking down in your seat. "You’re both just teasing me" You sighed.

"No, lass, open yer eyes" Johnny sighed, shaking you dramatically.

And you did, you began to notice how different his behaviour was towards you. And thus, you asked him on a date.

Simon was frozen, his eyes wide a bit when you did. He had liked you for a while, but could never confess to himself that he did. He was scared to lose you, and if he loved you, that meant one day he would.

But when your eyes patiently wait for his answer, looking up at him with the same eyes he fell in love with, he sighs and says "Sure." a bit too rough. (but thats because hes in disbelief that you actually asked him)

You smiled and decided to plan the date specially for him.

He doesn't like crowds, you've discovered that one day when the boys and yourself went out. You want this date to be enjoyable for him too- something memorable.

You planned him a picnic in the woods, under the stars. A blanket is laid out in a clearing, fake candles lit. Over the years you've remembered Simon's favourite food and drinks, and made sure to get them all for him.

Simon is speechless as he stares at the sight, before slowly looking at you.

"You did this, for me?" He asked in his belief- shocked how much effort you put in for him.

You smile and nodded, "All for you!"

During the date, Simon would try to get to know you better, asking you questions he never knew about you before.

He had fun, and removes his mask for you. "You're so beautiful" you sigh, caressing his cheek.

Simon almost cries- not once in his life does he feel so loved like he does now

He definitely kisses you~

Johhny Foap Mactavish~

Johnny asked you on a date.

Hes liked you for a very long time, and finally had the courage to ask you.

He was very sweet about it, got your favourite snack and a singular rose, he was nervous when he asked- different from his usual confident self.

"I've liked yer for a while, Bonnie. Will yer join me for a date?"

Of course you said yes, wrapping him in a tight hug.

A date with Johnny would be fun, adventurous and full of laughter. You never want it to end.

He took you to a cat cafe- completely unexpected by you.

Johnny isn't fond of dogs- but he does like cats, and he knows you love these fluffy adorable creatures.

He pays for the whole date and doesn't allow you to, hes a gentleman, who wants to make a good impression on you.

As soon as you both enter the cafe, you fell in love with all the cats. Especially one black and white one called Elara. She reminds you of Ghost, and Johnny agreed.

The whole date is filled with laughter and cat cuddles, Johnny buys you some delicious treats (which one cat steals, it was funny watching them fight, you were rooting for the cat)

It was a very cute sight, watching Johnny cuddle a cat. His favorite was called Maxine, a ginger cat.

(He tries to steal her but failed)

You took a very cute picture of them- using it as your wallpaper on your phone.

At the end of the date, you kissed. It was definitely one of the best dates you've ever been on.

John Price

You asked him.

I see Price as not being the one to ask- hes a busy man, no time for romance.

But when you ask him, he goes against all that, and says yes.

He plans it, he has to. He planned your date the moment he knew he fell in love, and he wanted it to be very memorable and special.

He tells you to pack your bags, for a weekend away. You nod, still processing whats happening.

And when the weekend comes, and he sees you all packed, John can't help but smile. He plans to have a lot of fun, and of course, make sure you do too.

You had no idea what he has planned, but you weren't expecting this-

A trip to see the Northern Lights-

You hug him tight, tears forming in your eyes. You once told John you wanted to see them a very long time ago- it came as a shock that he remembered.

He rented a cabin too, a perfect view to see them all night. (You got lucky and it showed for a long time)

John got you a gift too, a bracelet to wear. It's plain back with a hint of blue, perfect to wear all the time. You love it, making a promise to never take it off.

He also packed some food, to cook at the cabin. You decided to help him, laughing as you joke about his cutting vegetables skills. "You know, I've seen Johnny do better" you giggled, remembering the time he cooked at base.

John lets out an amused huff. "That also the time he set toast on fire?" yes it was.

After dinner, you both cuddle by the fireplace, its warm and you feel safe and right in John's arms.

You lean your head back and kiss him, happy to finally be able to love him.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

You asked him~

I believe Gaz is the youngest in the team, that being said, he most likely doesn't have a lot of romantic experience.

But he deserves so much love, and you've fallen hard for him!

It was definitely a shock to him when you asked, and he quickly snapped out of it, happily saying "Yes!"

You both planned your date, wanting to do something fun and new.

Thats when you suggested stand up paddle surfing, and Kyle agreed, already thinking of all the mischief he will cause-

A few days later, Kyle rented some paddle boards, packing them in his car to drive you both to the beach.

The drive was fun- both of you singing to random songs that come up on a playlist, while telling jokes.

Kyle rests his hand on your thigh the whole way.

Once at the beach, you both got the equipment out, rushing to the water. You're so excited for this, knowing you both need a well deserved break.

Kyle definitely stays shirtless on the beach he did it on purpose

As soon as you got in the water, Kyle helps you on your board before he tried to get on his, you laugh hard as he fell in the ocean- screaming when you nearly fell.

"Think that's funny, huh" He laughed, shaking your paddle board. You scream as he does, trying to hold on for dear life.

He chuckles and stops, pulling himself up on his board. He paddles with ease, standing up like his came natural for him.

You on the other hand, were having a hard time. "Struggling, baby?" He laughs, bumping his board on yours.

"Pffft no!" You snorted, clearly lying. He smiles and gets on your board, holding your waist tight to him.

"Stay calm, yeah? I got you" He whispered in your ear.

You nod, a blush appearing on your face.

The rest of the date went well- it was so fun- especially when you both started play fighting in the water.

Afterwards, you cuddle on the beach, watching the sun set. You admire the view, while Kyle admires you.

When you notice he's looking at you, you smile and place a gentle kiss on his lips- to which he happily accepts.

Alejandro

The most romantic guy ever- he asked you.

Ever since he saw you, he was head over heels. He wasted no time in asking you on a date, a bouquet of black roses in his hand.

He did everything for this date- he cooked dinner and baked desert, decorated his garden and table full of flowers and lights, and even got you a present- a beautiful necklace that he put on you.

To say you were spoiled, is an understatement.

When you first enter his home, he gently grabs you by the waist and kisses your forehead. "You look absolutely beautiful mi amor" He smiled.

He looks and smells really good-

When you enter his garden, your eyes widen in shock, it is absolutely beautiful.

You had no idea he was going all out like this- he laughs at your face and guides you to your seat, sitting you down and tucking your chair in.

He compliments you all throughout the date, not skipping a beat to remind you how beautiful you are in his eyes.

He's very smitten~

Alejandro serves dinner, a 3 course meal, he prepped himself. He starts with the starters, smiling as he hands you your plate.

Your eyes widen when you see your favourite foods.

"How did you know?" You asked, blinking, thinking you're in a dream.

Ale smiles and said "A little bird told me"

The little bird was Rudy~~

You smile bright as you ate, enjoying the dinner he made just for you~

Definitely kisses you at the end~

Konig

You asked him!

Konig was too anxious to ask you, he really wanted to, but he didn't know how.

But when you did, he sighed with relief, nodding while whispering a small "Yes please"

You planned the date, something that you've been wanting to see for a while. Konig making and decorating his own pottery!

It was a complete surprise to him what you choice, and when he finds out, his eyes widen a bit.

He was anxious he would never be able to create pottery, but you were quick to reassure him.

Seeing his large self sit at a pottery turntable made you laugh, he's so huge that his poor legs had to be stretched out.

He was surprisingly good at this, he listened to the instructor very carefully and managed to a mug. You were very proud of him, showing him by kissing his cheek.

His brain malfunctioned at the action.

While the pottery was drying, you both walked around the workshop, admiring the other designs other people have done.

He held your hand as you did, smiling down at your intertwined hands.

Konig designs his mug for you, he wanted you to keep it and use it as a way to remember your first date with him.

He paints it in your favourite colour, drawing little smiley faces and adding a little 'K' in the middle. He also very carefully drew some little hearts.

He was anxious when he gave it to you, a light blush on his face.

When you took it with a smile and held it to your chest, he let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

When you handed the mug you made for him, he laughs softly and kisses the top of your head.

He doesn't kiss you, but he does on the second date~

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 10 months

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“The One That Got Away”

Master List

TW-Angsty

König x Fem! reader.

König please it wasn’t like that?”

“Then what then what was it!?”

“We were just talking and all he did was help me bandage up my leg that was all”

“He’s in love with someone else? He was asking for dating advice? That’s all I swear. Please my bear ask him that?

“(Y/N) I can’t do this with you, and don’t call me bear?”

“Don’t do this to me, don’t leave me?”

“I can’t marry you? You showed me that you’re not trust worthy and behind my back too.”

“König please don’t do this to us to me? What are you talking about König?

“Please tell me what did I do wrong?”

“I’m done, I’ll pick up my things in a few days.”

“König no no no don’t go. What did I do?!” “Tell me what did I do and I’ll fix it please?!”

(Y/N) pleaded with her lover to make him stay. König saw his lover flirting with another man to make it worst it was one of the guys from the task force. She tried to plead with him and show him it wasn’t like he expected. The rumors that brewed at the base were saying (y/n) was messing around with Soap.

König was easily swayed with them rumors. He never confronted her about them. She didn’t know about the rumors. All she was doing was giving Soap advice on how to approach his crush without sounding like a Buffoon.

That day Soap help bandage up her leg. He shared his news with her that he got a second date coming his way and that he need advice on what to wear and where to go.

(Y/N) became depressed for the next few months. She felt hopeless but she waited for him to come back. She held out hope that he would return and they would talk out what happened. And fix the miscommunication between them.

She waited.

3 Years and 6 Months, 5 Days Later.

The never ending nightmare replayed in his head. That was 3 years ago when König broke his first love heart. His sweet maus. He paid the price for leaving her.

The day he left was the worst mistake he made in his life. The way she looked at him when he gathered all of things up and walked out of her life for good.

The way she fell to the ground crying. She screamed as he walked away from her.

A few nights ago Soap ran into König at the bar. The TF had a successful mission and they saw him there drinking. Soap explained to him what had happened 2 years ago. Explaining to him that (y/n) was the reason Soap was happily married and with a child on the way.

*König made the biggest mistake in his life*

The string of broken one night stands hurt the most he found no comfort in the women he brought back to his hotel or apartment.

They all had meaningless sex with him and left. He never felt so empty in his life. He had to find her and make things right.

He returned back to the base where she was stationed at and he searched for her. He never should have let her go.

He had to find a way to get in contact with Captain Price the man in charge of The 141 TF.

“Captain Price I know I have no right to ask you this but have you by any chance know where (y/n) is at?”

“König you might want to sit down?”

Captain Price gestured for him to take a seat.

“(Y/N) she’s still with us but she’s currently in engaged.”

*This is her wedding invitation. Price set down a invitation. The style of paper and layout of everything was what she wanted. König picked it up and saw her name and another mans name on it with hers.*

“She was hurt when you left us. She stopped talking for 6 months and she was put out on leave after her accident. We all thought she finally cracked. She lost a lot of weight and all the guys were worried about her especially Soap and Ghost. They were all worried she wouldn’t make it when she collapsed on the field. She was shot 4 times and stabbed twice before she collapsed. She would go into the field and take her anger out on the enemy.”

“Ghost was angry about what you did to her. He told us if he saw you again he’s gonna kill you. Just a heads up mate. But you shouldn’t be here anymore.”

“Her wedding is in a few days”

“Leave her be she’s happy now and she’s expecting as well”

“She’s retiring for good this time”

König walked out of the base shocked. The plans they made were set in motion but he wasn’t apart of it. The news about her being pregnant with another man’s child made his heart break. He wanted children but with her. Only her.

*The Day Of The Wedding*

“(Y/N) you look beautiful my dear.”

“Thank you my love.”

(Y/N) look down to her small baby bump. She cradle her bump with her fiancé Clifton. I’m so scared I’m due anytime from now. The excitement showed on her face. I’m so nervous too. Her fiancé cradled her belly cooing to their child. She noticed someone across the street watching them. They looked familiar in a odd way but she ignored it.

König took his sniper hood off and wanted to see (y/n) for himself. There she stood she glowed. Her pregnancy was a thing of beauty. He was supposed to be the one to create a baby with her not him. They had plans to start a family. All he could do was stand on the outside and watch.

(Y/N) made their way back to their rental home and started to get ready for the evening. She had help from her family and friends getting dressed. She stood in front of the mirror in her wedding dress. Her mom helped put her veil on. Her make up was done by her sisters and her brother did her hair.

Finishing touches gonna be done an hour before the ceremony starts.

“(y/n)”

“König?”

“You look beautiful. You’re pregnant too.”

“Yeah, what are you doing here. How did you get in?”

She didn’t want to look at him. She turned away.

“I know I messed up and I let you go and I made the biggest mistakes. Can you hear me out please?”

She slams her hand down on her vanity.

“No, you don’t get to explain yourself to me. You walked away from me when I needed you most. You thought I lied to you and thought I was cheating. I waited for you and you didn’t let me talk that day. You have no idea what you did to me. You broke my heart and walked away from me.”

“Get out you’re gonna me cry and mess up my make up.”

“Why are you even here it took me 2 years to get passed what you did to me. I stopped eating and I prayed for death because you walked away from me. I asked about you everyday the first year. Everyone tried to convince to let you go. I couldn’t I held out hope for you that you would come back. Well guess what I moved on and met my fiancé Clifton.”

König stood before her. He didn’t know what to say to her. She spoke the truth. He caused her pain and didn’t think twice how much it was gonna hurt her.

“You look beautiful I know I have no right to tell you who you should love but I just want forgiveness. I know I’m too late to make you change your mind about us. Just know I will always love and if you need anything I’ll always be here.”

“I forgive you”

She didn’t want to look at him. He caused her so much pain. Tears rushed down her face. She couldn’t wipe them away. She waited till he left. She exhaled loudly with the breath she held in.

She didn’t want to see him but he was there begging for forgiveness.

König watched at a distance he saw (y/n)’s mom and dad give her away to her fiancé Clifton. She never looked more beautiful then she did today. Her pregnancy glow, her bump and the dress all made her look like a angel that fell from heaven.

He watched her kiss her husband. He couldn’t hold back his tears. She isn’t mine anymore.

König could stay around anymore. He pulled back his hood on and left. Walking to the nearest bar to drink his sorrows away and live in a memory where (y/n) was his girl. And no one could take her from him.

“She’s the one that got away”

2 Years Later

“Clifton honey”

“Yeah baby what’s-?”

“I’m pregnant!”

König stood outside (y/n) house. He spent his days watching over her. He stayed his days working with Kortac but his free time he watched over his past lover. Unable to move on he made it his mission to watch over her and her daughter.

“My girls”

“I love you and I’ll never let you go.”

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist I cannot locate but credits to them. I will keep searching for them.

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here-to-read-and-write · 3 months

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Umg umg umg, i hope you would like this request 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I have two to shared but you could choose one 🥺 (bruhhhh, i hope my English is good enough to be understood)

1. (NSFW) Reader had some injured in the past about their jaw that they can't open their mouth widely (just about 2.5 to 3cm). When they try to eat a quite big cumcuber, they have to bite slowly each pieces and tell others that "I hate this, can't eat something big". When 141 members see it, they immediately have a thought "So how could they take my cock?" even they don't even mean that. What do you think they (141) would react about their thought? I guess Ghost will be really annoyed by his thought 🤣 (anyway i do have that problem so whenever i want to eat a spoon of something, i have to adjust it to fit my mouth @@ that's so pissed off)

2. (SFW) For some reasons reader have to pretend that they betray 141. Maybe they have to make the enemies believe that they're in the enemies' side (reader is a spy, perhap), or you just can choose to not mention it. But reader can't tell 141 to keep their (141) safety. I wish i could know their reaction about reader's betrayal and what if reader's eyes redden or even cry while they try to keep straight face during the betrayal scene 🥺

It’s 1:02 a.m. here, and I was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I don’t know what to say, but I am ugly crying. I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t played yet, but my heart got ripped out of my chest. Writing is my only coping mechanism, so I decided to grab my laptop and write for them, for myself, and for those who played it and felt the same way as I did or didn’t.

Well, I well use this opportunity to make amends since I have abandoned writing and we will start with little cuty user, and her requests.

Characters mentioned : John Price - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - König - Simon "Ghost" Riley - Alejandro Vargas - Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

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Tired and hungry were the worst combination at this moment, now that you were finally about to start writing tha damn report. Why did you have to personally write a report?

The report has to be on captain Price's desk today before noon, but as your pen meet the paper, your stomach grumbled louder than a shot gun.

Sighing you stood up, abondonning the idea of ever finishing this report in time. You can't leave your poor stomach empty for the sake of something as foolish as a report, plus you knew captain Price won't scold you much, as long as the report gets to his office before he leaves to his well deserved vacation. You can't wait to eat a fresh meal for yourself and maybe, key word: maybe, leave some for others.

Lost in thoughts you haven't even noticed that you had reach the kitchen. Now here comes the second challenge, actually cooking.

Looking at the small counter, you had one thought, what can you eat? Let's make it more understadable, what can you eat which is easy to cook and you won't have problem chewing? Reminder, you can't open your jaw more than 3 cm.

Well, that will depends, you thought as you opened the fridge to be meet with one lonely tomato, one cucumber, a piece of cheese that no one wanted to eat and nothing more.

Oh, we left to the mission before we could shop!

Groaning in disappointment, you pulled out the three of out. With the issues with your jaw, you can choose either the tomato, the cheese, the cucumber (but it has to be cut into small pieces, and that's too much work!) or you can combine them all to create a tomato-cucumber-cheese salad (You had to fill the void in your stomach somehow and tomato, cucumber or cheese alone won't do it). Unfortunately, as you were about to grabbed the tomato, you noticed two things, it was too soft, mushy, and smelly.

You grimaced, examinating the three items, and the only surviver was cucumber, with the cheese having mold all over it. So, cucumber alone it is, sighing you turned to grab a knife, to at least cut it into smaller pieces, but it seems you wasted all your luck just now.

You facepalmed at the unwashed stack of dishes. You haven't noticed them, with your back facing where they were buried in the sink. They must have been left here when Laswell called for an urgent mission, since no one uses this kitchen except the 1-4-1, you and occasionally, the Mexican boy (Alejandro) and his flowery companion (Rudy) when they visit.

Speaking of the devil, you peered over your shoulder to see the squad chatting as they strolled towards the grand table, between the door and the counter. Their shoulders weren't tensed as it was a few hours ago. They were actually making jokes minus Ghost obviously, but even he have the green aura around him.

Seeing as they were safe to approach, you coughed catching their attention immediately, but before anyone could greet you with a teasing nicknames, you pointed out at the sink.

"I cleaned, the week before, your turn," you pointed at Soap, who's shoulder sank as he teared up, but you knew it was all an act to wiggle his way out, but not this time.

Once he noticed that it wasn't working, he give in and walked towards you, picking on your cheeks before wearing the gloves. Pink gloves, that you purposely brought just to have a good laugh at Ghost, a scary man in hello kitty's gloves. It was the finiest memory you cherished among others.

"Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Para," you nodded at the two before greeting the others.

"I asked you too many times to just call me Alejandro, we aren't strangers after all," he grinned as you just nodded, giving up on arguming.

Taking the empty seat between Ghost and Price, you listened to their madone talks as you tried to take on the big boy, cucumber.

Why were cucumbers so big? You though dreadly as you tried to fit it in your mouth, but of course the thing was too big.

"I hate how I can't fit anything big in my mouth," you mumbled but of course, it has to be silence the moment you decided to complain.

You pushed your lips forcefully apart, just enough to not hurt yourself but enough to fit the head of the cucumber in your mouth because there is no way you were going to wait until Soap cleans the dishes, plus you had to go over them. You can trust them with your soul but never in cleaning.

Everyone snapped their head towards you, eyes widen. Their watched how your eyes narrawed as you biten small pieces of the cucumber. They all had one thought in minds, how will their cocks fit in your mouths when you can't fit a cucumber, a mini size.

Price was the first to lean back, and tried to come with a way to train your jaw. He was a patient man, he can start small, few licks here and there. You can started by fitting the head, then slowly you will be able to fit it all in, just right. He licked his lower lip just at the thought of how you, his fierce soldier, will look cute down on your knees just for him.

Gaz and Soap on the other hands had the same though, how will it fit in your mouth, but more of concerned about your safety and comfort, not like Price will force anything upon you but the old man knew better than anyone that you won't resisting once he has his hands on you. They don't mind much, even though they fantasised many time about you gagging around it as you tried to do your best to please them.

For the Mexican boys, same question, and as much they didn't want to have such lewd thoughts of someone they respected. Like the others they didn't mean it. It was out of their controle. The thought was so pleasant, that they have to see it in real life—I mean, They had to test the theory in real life, maybe you can defy your believe, they can help prove yourself wrong and that you take more than just one cock—Uhh, what they mean, darling, is that you shouldn't push yourself too much, you are a valuable memember of 1-4-1 and no one wants you hurt.

König, he was panicked in Germany, Wie werden sie meine glied nehmen können? (How will they be able to take my cock? I don't know the word for cock in germany so don't come at me, please, I just started learning the language!). When I say he was panicking, I mean sweating as he thought of all possibilities that may accure if one day, he couldn't control himself and accidently, slide it on your mouth. He was scared of breaking your poor jaw, he didn't want you to hate him, not when he loved admired you so much.

Ghost was the contrary of them all, he was annoyed, grumbling under his breath like grounded child. How dare you you? How dare not be able to take it? All along the mission, he was holding on, barely, but still holding on his hands to his side and cock in its place just to be able to get you under him once you were all back. He had planned it all. Today, after this little warm hearting meeting with everyone he will slide away and get into your office, knowing you were busy writing your report, and seduce you or whatever, just to get you on your knees, but now you had to tell him you can't take him???? Who are you to decide that?

In conclusion, everyone was in their clouds, imagining and thinking whatever they wanted to do to you while you sobbed in your corner over the still existing void in your stomach.

I am still hungry, you sighed, as you finished your cucumber.

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smutlord-supreme · 1 year

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A Long Road Home 18+

König X AFAB reader

Just under 8k words

CW: Violence, Mentions of War, Mentions of Kidnapping, Smut, Size Difference, Unprotected Sex, Drugging/Sex Pollen, Oral Sex (both ways), P-in-V Sex, Fingering.

No use of Y/N. MCs callsign is Banshee.

Summary: You and König are partnered for a mission when thing go wrong and you are hit with a grenade filled with some sort of afrodesiac. You both hope to make it back to base before the effects kick in but fail. Smut ensues.

-Have fun with this one, if you like it I do have alot more ideas to continue this story, its the first fanfiction I've posted since I was fourteen (and the first to Tumblr ever) so be kind but constructive criticism is welcome. -

You had been partnered with König for 3 months now. He was a skilled insertion specialist and you respected him greatly. Standing 6’10 and roughly 250 lbs he was a beast of a man. Adding to his intimidation factor was a hood with bleached streaks running down from the eye holes, almost like tears. You liked König; he wasn't too cocky, or loud. Your last partner had been both, so this was a breath of fresh air.

König had been a godsend. These last 3 months had been the easiest of your career. You were an Extractions specialist, with a focus in covert operations. Most people had assumed that König would be more of a burden than anything, due to his size, and frankly threatening aura. But you would always be quick to disagree. And it turned out to be for the best, König was willing to stay indoors and travel at night time, in fact it seemed like he preferred it. So covert operations was a perfect fit.

It wasn’t until this last mission that things had gotten complicated. You had been sent to a small town just north of Al Mazrah City, on the border of the United Republic of Adal. A simple extraction gig, fetch the daughter of a UK diplomat and take her to KorTac HQ for return to sovereign soil. Shouldn’t have taken more than 2 days including travel.

You arrived at the safehouse at midnight, the building you would be calling home for the next day was kitty corner to the supposed holding place of one Katie Simmons. The building she was being held in was nondescript, grey solid stone walls, flat roof, with an entry point that probably led into a stairwell. One front door, white, basic, König could break it down easily. And no windows to be seen.

You watched the house until the next night. Minimal movement, you estimated 2-3 armed guards, nothing you couldn’t handle. For once KorTac’s intel had been correct. So if that trend continued, Katie would be held in a downstairs bedroom, bound but unharmed. Around 8pm someone brought the mercenary standing on the roof a plate of food. Dinnertime. Everyone would have their guards down. You turned and woke a napping König.

“Get up, let's make our move.” The masked man opened his eyes and nodded, standing up and shaking a bit to get the blood flowing. You both threw on your backpacks and walked out the back door of the ‘abandoned’ house you had been camping in. This whole town had been abandoned during a set of bombings by the Republics northernmost neighbors so you didn’t need to worry about being spotted by any nosy civilians.

No one stopped you as you crossed the street, the guard on the roof must have been tucking into his meal about now. You stopped by the front door, motioning König to kick it down. He nodded again, a man of few words.

With a bang the door flew open and König pressed his body into the house, immediately shots went off, there were definitely more than 3 guns in there. You could hear König’s gun firing and reloading as you stayed pressed to the wall waiting for his signal to enter.

This is what you did, König entered first, scared away or killed everyone in the main area and then you entered at his signal. Your job was to extract the target, his was to eliminate anyone necessary to get the target out alive. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself with a gun, but you had to admit König was much more intimidating.

“Clear.” You swung your body into the door, gun raised at his signal. There were at least 6 dead. Every time KorTac gave you bad or invalid info you considered quitting. But the pay was good and it's not like you had anyone waiting on you at home. The inside of the building was nice enough, most of the bodies were in the kitchen and dining area to the right of the door. A steaming bowl of some sort of red pepper stew was on the table. You took a quick survey, there was a hallway on the other side of the main living area, 2 doors to the left, and a set of stairs at the end on the right.

You approached the hallway, signaling König to follow you. The first door was unlocked and empty, a small bathroom. The second was an office, also empty. You approached the open laptop, maybe you’d find some good intel on it, but it was password protected and your goal was extraction only, anything else was just a bonus. You turned back to König who was standing in the doorway to the room.

“All clear, let's go upstairs.” Another silent nod. He went up first, no one, they must’ve all been downstairs eating dinner when you came in. If they were holding Katie anywhere it would be here, the roof was the only other place, and there was no way they could have kept an adult woman up there without you knowing.

The upstairs was more cramped, cots and gear strewn everywhere. You wrinkled your nose at it. You weren’t the most tidy, but this was ridiculous. Clothes piled on chairs, food wrappers thrown on the ground, guns out in the open, some of them with the safety off. These were not professionals like you had thought. But someone was funding them, the gear they were so reckless with was top of the line, and not cheap.

You started opening all the doors upstairs. Another, messier bathroom, 2 empty bedrooms stuffed with even more gear. The last door had to contain your target, König stood at the end of the hallway. He could be a shock to most people, so you usually made first contact with friendlies. You jiggled the handle and found it locked, shooting König a confused glance, at which he shrugged. You stationed yourself in front of the door and landed 1 swift kick to the space right before the knob. It slammed open to reveal yet another empty room.

After a quick but thorough inspection you turned to him, “Fuck! König this one’s empty too. Do you think they took her onto the roof?”

“Only one way to find out.” When König hadn’t spoken for a while it wasn’t unusual for his Austrian accent to come out in full force, this time was no exception.

You both headed for the stairs at the other end of the fall, this time König went first, but he found his way locked by a padlocked metal door. He slammed his body into it multiple times before pulling out a crowbar that proved ineffective against the stone building, and the apparently impenetrable door. That proved your theory though. She was probably on the roof.

You slam your bag on the ground, “Give me room.” The lock on the door seems basic enough, they had depended on it being unbreakable, not impenetrable. You kept bump keys in your pack at all times, easier to carry than a whole pick kit, and König usually had a mallet hanging off his bag for stubborn doors.

You pushed the key into the lock and held your hand out for the hammer. König was already prepared and waved you out of the way, gently tapping the key multiple times until a click was heard. A slow way to do things, but still faster than going back out and finding a way onto the roof that way. And you needed all the time you could save, there were already sounds of a helicopter fastly approaching by the time you got the door open.

You peeked your head into the fresh air on the roof, staring at the sky, “Two klicks to the South, let's move fast big guy!” You could imagine him nodding, although you didn't look back at him as you ran out onto the roof, pushing over and kneeling behind a lawn table for some cover.

König on the other hand ran straight at the person closest to him, throwing him down and stomping on his throat before turning and pointing his gun at the next man. The second man was smarter, holding Katie in front of him with a pistol pointed to her head. He stepped backwards standing on the edge of the roof.

“You’re going to let us leave here unharmed.” The helicopter circled overhead, looking for somewhere to land. “We just want to get out of here safely.”

You looked at Katie, she wasn’t crying, or even scared at that matter. Normally you would chock that up to nerves, or even drugs. But she looked lucid, and you could even see her lips moving, speaking to the man softly while caressing his arm. He didn’t hold her tightly either. Instead holding her gently, she could have gotten away at anytime.

“König,” You stood and walked over to him, gun still training on the pair on the edge of the roof. “I don’t think she’s been kidnapped, look at her body language.”

He huffed back at you in agreement. “We’re under contract to send her back to England.” Always so obedient, that was one thing you couldn’t stand about him. Something that KorTac loved, he offset your impulsiveness perfectly.

“I know that, but what I’m saying is, I don’t think he’s going to kill her.” The Helicopter set down in the yard of the house, sending dangerous amounts of shrapnel around. The four of you hit the deck. “We can just take her now.” You yelled over the sound of the engines.

He huffed again, “Got it.” Despite the whipping winds he jumped up and ran at the couple now on the ground. The man panicked at the beast running towards him, attempting to stand, but König was faster, kicking the hand that held his gun, and then his face. Knocking him out cold.

Katie screamed and sat up, hitting König in the legs and you stood and ran over as well. “Katie Simmons, we’re with KorTac, your father sent us to rescue you.” You grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to half-crouch half-walk with you back to the door to the roof. “We’re going to take you back to England.” She was shaking her head and sobbing the whole time. “König, cover us.”

He walked in front, with the landing of the helicopter there was bound to be more manpower coming your way. You met the first person on the stairs between the first and second floors. König shot her point blank and pushed her down the stairs. After that they just kept coming, apparently shoved into the old helicopter like clowns in a car. König took care of three more before they started coming from above, a second helicopter dropping people off via rope ladder.

“Fuck König they’re coming at us from both sides. Hold onto Katie, I’m going to call for Exfil.” You pulled out your portable radio, pulling out its antenna. “Phoenix this is Banshee, you there, over.”

After a few seconds, “Banshee this is Phoenix, what's your status? Over.”

“We’re in a bit of a bind, Captain, requesting immediate Exfil for 3 to my coordinates. Expect enemy fire, 2 helicopters, do you copy? Over.”

‘I copy 20 Klicks out. Do you have the target? Over.”

“Affirmative, over”

“Copy, over.”

You turn to König, “Can you hold on for ten minutes?” He nods, still holding onto Katie while she fights for her life. He has one hand clamped over her mouth and the other wrapped around her wrist while she tires herself out. That's one thing you hate about this job. Half of it is fighting terror, but the other half is bureaucratic bullshit like a saving a girl who ran off to marry some boy her daddy didn’t like.

You shoot a man coming down the stairs, cursing the fact you didn’t bring a larger team, expecting it to be a quick mission. Just fetch her and bring her back, easy peasy. The people coming down the stairs had armor now, throwing flash grenades to disorient you. A thought crossed your mind, if you died here, on a mission like this, you didn’t have anyone. No one to even inherit your life insurance, it was a little sad.

König interrupted your thoughts, “We’re going to get out of here. I can hear the helicopter.” This man was inhuman, how could he hear that all over the gunfire, and Katie's wails. “On my count.”

It’s your turn to nod. You were going to run for it, pushing through the group of 10 unarmored men that came through the front door.

“One...Two...” On three he pushes Katie towards you and takes off, you follow dragging the squirming girl through the space he creates. Soon you are both, somehow, unharmed and outside. You suck in a breath glad to be free from the smoke inside. You see a third helicopter circle above you, bearing the Kortac symbol. You run into the entryway of the building across the street, freeing them up to open fire on the mercenaries on the ground.

The Mercenary helicopters flee the scene, whoever is funding them is rich, but not rich enough to replace 2 helicopters. Or maybe the pilots are just not willing to die over some quarrel with a billionaire across the sea who won’t even know that they’re dead. That's the thing, the people you worked for, no matter what side you fought for, only saw you as pawns, not real people with families and lives outside of this field.

You stand with Katie in your arms and König to your back, one of his arms holding you to him, his breath coming heavy. “We’re done.”

You start laughing, a bad habit from years of stress. “That was so fucked up.”

After everyone is dead or gone the helicopter sets down in the street and 2 new recruits rush out and grab Katie from you. “Banshee. König.” They nod to you as they pull her into the machine, its blades still spinning slowly.

König tries to climb in too but is stopped by the smaller of the two recruits. “No room, you’re going to have to drive back.” You sigh, this is probably the Captain's doing, he hates it when he has to send someone to retrieve vehicles from the field. Especially this far out of the way. You know that he probably gave the order to wipe everyone out so that you and König could have a ‘some nice bonding time.’ He was like that.

König looked like he was about to start something with the recruits, but you pulled him back. He became Ornery at the end of missions, especially when things didn’t go the way he expected. “Come on big guy, let's just get home as fast as we can, I’ll drive so you can lean your seat back.” You hooked a finger into the edge of his vest dragging him out of his position beside the chopper and he followed, although hesitantly. He rarely fought you on the decisions you made.

You took back your spot in the entryway of a house and shielded your faces as the helicopter took off with your target. “Let's get home, I don’t know about you but I’m itching for a nice hot bath.” You turned and smiled at König who you imagined was still frowning under his mask. But he followed you either way as you both gathered the bags you had dropped right outside the house. They had plenty of rocks and shrapnel embedded in them, like our poor tender skin. You hated helicopters, they were such a hassle.

As you walked back to your Jeep hidden around the corner of the block there was a sound from the roof. Both you and König turned to see what it was, finding Katies lover awoken from his blackout. “YOU TOOK HER FROM ME.” He was swaying lightly, red in the face and crying heavy tears. It left his face dirt stained. He held his arms above his head as he held what appeared to be a grenade. He pulled the pin and threw it at you, just as you fired a shot at his head.

König jumped forward, blocking you with his body, but it's not an explosion but a noxious gas that smells of fish, and chocolate that comes out of the bomb, immediately making you gag. You both run from the cloud. It makes you lightheaded and you jump in and start the car. You drove far enough to get out of the range of the cloud before you stopped the Jeep and turned it off. “Are you ok? Feel any side effects yet?” König shakes his head and you pull out the radio again. “Phoenix this is Banshee, over.”

Click, “This is Phoenix, what is your status banshee, over.”

“We met up with your exfil tem, Katie is on her way, over.”

“Good, what did you need, officer? Over”

“They took out a good portion of the men captain, but the last one hit us with a gas, we don’t know what it was. Please prepare for testing once we arrive Captain, over.”

“Copied, keep me updated, we don’t have a team to send for you now, so stay in on piece officer. Over”

Of course he didn’t exfil was saved for less… Expendable characters than yourself. “Copied, over.”

You started the car again, a feeling in the pit of your belly starting to form. Hopefully this wasn’t one of those gasses that made you throw up all over the place, you weren't squeamish, but you hated being sick. König looked at you intensely through his mask, scrutinizing your face. “You got something to say? Then say it,” you snapped at him. Upset about the lack of support from your employers. He stared for a second more and then looked back out through the passengers side window, watching the drive fly by.

You made it another 20 minutes into the drive before you had to pull over. The road was empty in that part of the state and you were glad for it. You had begun overheating within 5 minutes of starting the drive and now it was unbearable even without windows. You could tell König was too. Panting around his hood, eyelids fluttering. He was very reserved and wouldn’t complain, but with full tactical gear on, it would be impossible to make it through the hour and a half drive back to base.

You got out and stripped down to your undershirt, knowing you would get chewed out when you got back to base, but choosing not to care. “König,” you nudged him lightly. He sat up, grabbing your hand. He was still wearing gloves somehow. “You’re going to get dehydrated if you keep sweating like that. At least take off your gloves and helmet.” He released your hand and nodded, doing as you asked, and getting out of the car to take off his tactical vest as well. When he turned back around to sit down you noticed a bulge in his pants, ignoring it for the time being.

You both got in the car and kept driving, but after another 10 minutes you had to pull over again, the tightness in your lower stomach intensifying. Making you move uncomfortably in your seat. Were you… horny? That rarely happened to you. You were always in the field, and you prioritized separating work from pleasure. Things like horniness were for when you were back on home soil.

You and König both got out, circling to the back of the Jeep. You pulled out two water bottles, bending over the end of the trunk to get to your packed provisions. When you turned back around König was looking at you with that intense blue gaze of his. This time you didn't have the energy to bring it up, handing him the water bottle and sitting on the edge of the trunk in sweaty silence. After a while you were doing some staring of your own, the bulge in his pants had grown… alot. You were struggling to keep from thinking about the size of it, you all wore the same pants, so you knew what a hard on looked like through these pants. The men in your unit were not unexcitable creatures after all… but this, this was a different beast, you could tell.

You didn’t know if it was the lack of sex in your life or this unnatural horniness you felt, but soon all you could think of was what his cock might look like. What it might feel like. You blushed and stood up abruptly. “We should get going.”

“Ein Moment." Königs voice wheezed out. He was panting. Heavily. You turned around to look at him. His eyes lock with yours, filled with desperation as he sits heavily on the back of the car. Making it sink down with his weight. He placed both hands on his knees, finally looking away, but not before you noticed his pupils were massive. You HAD been dosed with something. But what was the question?

You became lost in your own thoughts pacing back and forth. You didn’t want to contact the Captain over the radio, the symptoms were non-life threatening, and, frankly, embarrassing. But what if they got worse… Every option ran through your head and you only stopped when you realized König was groaning loudly, leaning backwards on his hands, face staring at the sky in discomfort. You rush over to him, your own discomfort all but forgotten. He had gotten the brunt of the attack after all, the effects must be tenfold for him.

“Come on big guy, let's get you back to base.” You prop one shoulder in his armpit and try your best to lift him, but he's not much help, and you're not nearly tall enough to get him all the way up and out of the car. So you both end up falling back into a seated position. “Fuck, you want to help me out here dude. We can’t get you help until we’re back on base.”

König just continued panting, completely out of it. You did the only thing you could think of and you slapped him, right across the face. The blow was softened by the hood he always wore, but it still brought him back to reality. He grabbed your wrist and threw you to the ground. “ WAS MACHST DU?” He stood, towering over you.

“I’m helping you, now get in the goddamn car we need to get back to base.” You stood and dusted yourself off glaring at him. Your wrist was throbbing lightly where he had grabbed you. You stomped back to the driver's side and got in, slamming the door. He followed closely after and crawled in.

“I’m sorry.” His head was lowered slightly.

‘I know, let's just get back to base and try and forget about this.” You started the car again. “It’s been a long day and I’m sure we’re both just tired.”

“Ja.” he crossed his arms and hunkered down, his cock still straining noticeably at his pants, that alone must have been painful.

The sun was starting to set, which was a welcome break, since your body was now going in waves of hot and cold. Not to mention the throbbing wetness in your own pants. Every time you moved or shifted your clit would brush some seam, no matter how much you tried to avoid the sensation. And it sent shivers through your body every time.

König seemed to be going through a much similar situation, bucking very few moments, his arms still crossed over his chest. Every once in a while a hand would slip free, reaching down. Then he’d stop himself right before he reached his pants and cross his arms even harder than before. If the two of you weren’t so uncomfortable you would have probably laughed at this situation.

You drove in silence for another 15 minutes before you were outside hunched over and gagging from the hot flashes. There were no more layers of clothes to take off while remaining decent and you were miserable. König got out and rubbed your back gently as you bent over, saliva pooling into your throat. You could feel the feverish heat from his hand through your thin tank top. It was soothing, the rhythmic feeling of his heavy hands.

Your face flushed again as your underwear flooded with heat. You stood up stock straight, turning and running face first into König’s chest. He grabbed you by the shoulders and you looked at him in the eyes. They were filled with vivid exhaustion. You were still nearly 45 minutes from base, and with your symptoms worsening.

You Knelt.

Placing one hand over the hard lump in his pants, praying he was feeling the same symptoms as you. “König I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to make it through the rest of the drive like this.” You gestured to your pants, flooded with warmth, that he couldn’t see. His eyes widened with recognition, so you knew he knew what you meant. “Can I?” You grabbed the zipper of his pants gently.

He nodded and you were once again glad for his strong silent demeanor. You couldn’t think any words could have made this situation less embarrassing. You undid the button and sipped down his pants gently. Warmth flooded out where his underwear was now exposed. You pulled his pants down around his thighs, suddenly driven by a rabid fervor.

You felt like you were starving, the professional part of your brain shutting off being replaced with one that was unbelievably and uncontrollably horny. You freed his cock. Being confronted with a behemoth. If dicks could be equated to snakes then this was an anaconda. A breath escaped your lips, your heart going crazy in your chest.

You made eye contact with König once again, and you began cursing that mask. Yes his eyes were as hungry as you were, but the fact that you couldn’t see the rest of his face. His panting mouth and flushed cheeks, was a crime.

You returned your focus to the throbbing shaft in front of you. Gripping it with one hand, he was already hard, painfully so, tip already swollen and leaking precum. You still gave it a few strokes before sitting up on your knees and encircling it in your lips. Horniness and desperation fill your senses as you moved your head slowly back and forth. The sound of his gentle, muffled moans. The taste and smell of his precum. The feeling of your mouth and jaw stretching to accommodate the sheer size of him. It was almost painful how big he is, and it took the majority of your focus just to avoid gagging.

He wasn’t thrusting, instead just letting you do all the work, which was probably for the best. He was considerably stronger than you were and the pressure in your throat was already enough to bring tears streaming down your face. You looked up slightly, his head was thrown back and one hand hovered just above your head. He was a gentle creature, and if a dick wasn’t in your mouth you would have laughed again. You grabbed the hand and placed it on the back of your head, continuing to pump steadily back and forth while running your tongue over the warmth in your mouth.

With this new, unspoken permission he took the hair tie out of your hair, slipping it onto his wrist and tanged his fingers deep into your locks, as close to the skin as he could get. You could tell he knew what he was doing. You blushed at the thought of this gentle beast ever being with another person. He kept a light pressure on your head, not enough to force you deeper, but enough to make sure you knew he was enjoying himself. Each time your tongue swiped over the head of his dick his fingers would constrict lightly. You did it so many times your scalp was tender and tingling.

You gripped the back of his thigh, right above his knee for support as you began taking more and more into your mouth. Taking every one of his moans as a challenge to go deeper. Your other hand was pressed into a fist, fingernails digging into your palm, grounding yourself. A distraction was most definitely necessary to keep you from gagging every time he hit the back of your throat.

You looked up again, this time making eye contact with a set of tear filled eyes. “Please, I need-” His voice was breathy and needy. You dug your nails into your palm harder, and strengthened your grip on the back of your pants. You made committal noises and tried to nod around his cock. Only resulting in drool running down your chin and down the front of your shirt.

He got the point though, gripping your hair and thrusting hard into your mouth. You gag involuntarily, smacking him in the back of the knee. After that he continues thrusting but less… violently. Instead opting to push deep into your throat slowly, before pulling most of the way out so you can breathe again. Every time he would thrust in he would let out a winded, mewling moan, whining from the pleasure your mouth and throat brought him. This cycle repeated for another minute, although it felt like it could have been hours. Before he pulled his dick out all the way, loosening his hand from your hair and stroking his cock a few times, shooting sticky mess all over your face and into your hair.

You came down off your knees and collected yourself. There was a mixture of cum, tears and drool staining your face and chest. Sharp red marks showed themselves where you dug your fingernails into your own hand, a few pinpricks of blood where the most pressure was applied. Not to mention the pain in your knees from grinding them into dirt and gravel for nearly 10 minutes. But you couldn’t complain, the pain was a welcome relief to the discomfort you had been feeling for 40 minutes prior.

By the time that you had caught your breath König had gone back to the car and returned with a spare white t-shirt. He grabbed your chin lightly, bending over you, not forcing you to stand quite yet. Softly running the t-shirt over your face and torso. His cock had been stuffed safely back in his pants as well. You were almost sad to be rid of the view, but you didn't say anything about it.

By the time you were ready to stand the horniness was returning, the inside of your pants once again slick with heat. You stood on shaking legs with the help of König. Walking back towards the car, still unsure how to keep your breath in your body after that. You opened the trunk for another bottle of water, bending into the trunk when you felt a hand between your shoulder blades

“Stay just like that,” his voice came soft but clear behind you. He was so tall, that in this position all you could feel behind you was thigh. Which he shoved between your legs, separating them. He then began to grind that 1 big thigh into the gap, awkwardly, but effectively making the throbbing of your cunt worsen.

He reached the hand not on your back underneath you, deftly undoing the button and zipper to your pants. Just as you had done for him not 20 minutes before. “Is this ok?” You nodded and tried to make eye contact with him. But when you went to turn your head the hand from your back migrated up to the back of your head. “Shh, don’t look.” His voice came clearer. His mouth was no longer covered.

You heard cloth shift and rub. He pulled your pants down around your ankles as he knelt behind you. One hand now on the small of your back and the other on your lower stomach. Sandwiching you between his warm hands. You felt his nose brush against the crotch of your underwear. It was big, you had never seen his face so this surprised you. You had always assumed his features to be softer, like most of the German and Austrian men you had met during your service. Although, over the last 20 minutes you had learned many new things about König.

As you were, once again, lost in your own thoughts, he dug in. Starting above the cotton of your underwear. Prodding and kneading at you with his warm tongue, sending a shiver up your body. His breath was hot and tickled the inside of your thighs. You clamped a hand over your mouth to control your breath and the other gripped one of the bags in your trunk with white knuckles.

Soon he pulled back, removing the hand from your back, leaving the one on your stomach, and eased your panties down to meet your pants. He let out a heavy breath, “Sheiße, du bist schön.” With that he sank one finger into your pussy, your breath escaped you. It was huge, but you were so wet it slid in like butter. He stroked slowly, hooking it slightly as he pulled out, catching your edges lightly every time. Then he added tongue back into the mix and you were in heaven.

You felt him laugh lightly as you squirmed under his touch. You couldn't even be bothered to be self conscious as you groaned and moaned. Eyes rolling back into your head as he added a second finger. You felt like a fish the way you were gasping for air. “König,” Your breathy cries rang out in the air.

“Do you like that Mien Hase?” He was getting cocky, something you would normally find annoying, but right here. Right now. It was the sexiest thing ever.

“Yes, God, Please, I-” he shoved into you, hard. Sucking on your clit like it was the last thing he would ever eat. His fingers dug tightly into your stomach as you ground against his face. “God you’re so-”

He pulled his face back from your vagina,, “Tell me what you need Sußchen. What do you want.” You whined at this, suddenly embarrassed. He waited a few moment, still pumping his thick fingers in and out. “Oh, so you are done?” He said in a teasing tone removing the hand from your stomach and slowly, carefully slipping both fingers from your hole. Lightly flicking your throbbing clit before removing all stimulation.

“No, no, please... Please make me cum,” you couldn’t do anything to keep the whiny desperation out of your voice.

“I can help you with that,” he planted a kiss on your bare butt. Keeping his mouth on that cheek as he reinserted his fingers, once at a time at a languid speed, like we had all day.

“König, please,” you begged him, pushing back against his fingers.

He began kissing any place his mouth could reach as he ramped up with his fingers once again. This time using his second hand to deftly rub your clit while his other hand worked its magic. You whimpered and ground with every single movement. The world falling away to pure pleasure. You lost all senses outside of sex. The sounds, the smells, the feeling. All overwhelming you.

And König seemed pleased too, letting out animalistic grunts as he kissed up and down your legs. Speaking softly in German, urging you to keep going, that you were so good, and so sweet. “Come on Hase cum for me. You can do this.”

Then he started nipping.

At first on the sides of your hips and butt. But then he dipped further down, in between your thighs. An awkward position you were sure. A small pinching bite followed by the soft swipe of a tongue, repeated a hundred times. Overwhelming you. Anything you had tried to do to hold on was gone now. The hand over your mouth fell away and the air was filled with the sound of your hopeless moans.

Soon you were cumming around his fingers. Pussy constricting on their firm steadiness, abs hurting as you gasped for the second time that night. You were in heaven laying there, your thighs a mess, as König once again cleaned the slick off your body. He whispered sweet nothings to you while he did it. Speaking the most he had all week. He leaned down and planted one last kiss between your shoulders.

You pulled on your pants in awkward silence. Not sure if you should tell him that was the best eating out you had ever received or not. He was actually the first to break the silence. “That was amazing. I-” he stopped for a moment, thinking about his words. “I don't know about you, but I don’t regret it one bit.”

You stopped midway through tucking in your shirt and looked at him. “I don’t either.” and you were telling the truth. You didn’t regret it, you had your concerns, but you absolutely felt no regret. “That was amazing.” You leaned up, standing on your toes and kissed his mask, which he had pulled back down before you had stood up.

Suddenly it hit you. You had fucked your coworker. This could only go one of two ways, management finds out and separates you two, or things get so awkward that you could no longer work together… That made this whole thing quite a waste if you didn’t actually get to feel his cock inside of you.

You reached up and grabbed his hood, pulling him down and kissing him hard on the lips through the mask. “You up for one more round big boy?” his soft eyes grew hungry again, and you swore you could see the signs of a smile under that mask.

“Are you?” He picked you up, looping his hands under your ass as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Already growing hard at the prospect of you. He walked you both to the hood of the car, now well cooled off during your shenanigans earlier.

He set you down, this time helping you pull your pants and underwear off all the way. He followed with his own pants, pulling them down and kicking them off onto the dirt road next to him. Looking at his cock from a standing view somehow made it more intimidating. Suddenly doubting if you could fit it in.

“Scared?” His cockiness was back in full force. You’d have to correct him for that later, but now was not the time.

You took his challenge, pulling yourself onto the flat hood of the jeep and spreading your legs for him. He looked ferocious under the mask. Reaching forward and pulling open your pussy lightly with one thumb, like he was considering how best to tackle a puzzle.

He flipped you over onto your stomach once more. His hips just a little higher than your ass in this position. He rolled the shirt he'd been using to clean the two of you into a makeshift pillow, sticking it under your hips. “Are you ready?” His thumb was once again lightly tugging at the opening to your vagina.

“God yes König, please fuck me.” You didn’t have to ask twice, König was lifting your hips to meet his cock the moment you said yes. Lining himself up with your dripping entrance and easing himself in. It was an achingly slow process accustoming yourself to his size. He pushed in, stopping once the pressure got too great and then continuing again once you relaxed enough to continue.

“Mein Gott, du bist so eng.” He grunted with the effort, one hand holding you up, the other holding himself up as he leaned over you. He started stroking in and out of you with a purposefully, frustratingly, slow speed. Each time you tried to push back against his hips he held you fast. Leaving himself in complete control.

You could only imagine what you looked like from behind. Pussy dripping wet, desperately trying to push more of his cock into you. His fingers were digging into your hip. In the morning you were going to have bruises all over your legs. "God König, you're so fucking big." You squealed as his hips made contact with your ass again. Every time he inserted himself fully you could feel the pressure all the way up to your ribs. Pushing in and out methodically.

He reached up leaving one hand on your hip and lacing the other through your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. You smiled at him looking at him through your peripheral right as he slammed into you. It made your eyes roll back, and brought out the most guttural moan you had ever made in your life. "Fuck. König!" you screamed.

He started grunting with effort at every stroke. Finally taking the hand off your hip and letting you thrust and grind as you pleased. The only thing keeping you on the slippery hood of the car was the power behind his hips and pure strength of some gods will. You couldn't help but get loud as the steady pounding led towards climax "please," You moaned, "faster."

He picked up the pace making his strokes shallower, so he could slam himself into your pussy more often. Never reducing the amount of pure power that went into each and every stroke. He leaned over you burying his teeth into your shoulder. That was the final straw taking you over a single, violent precipice. You spasmed as he continued his steady and constant motion though it.

"We're not done yet, Engel." He slipped your sweating heaving form over onto its back. Only pulling out for a moment before thrusting into you again. In this position you could see just the corner of his jaw poking out from where the mask caught on his sweaty jaw. You reached up and adjusted it.

You were curious of course. The whole team was, but he was your partner and you'd let him decide when to show his face. He grabbed the hand that pulled down his mask and held it to his mouth. "Danke liebchen." His breath was warm and his hand enveloped yours in an admittedly attractive way. You blushed at the small tender moment between you two.

After that you kept eye contact as he thrust into you. Building onto your third orgasm of the day. He kept your hand in his, trapping it against the hood of the car. Keeping you from sliding off the edge. With the other hand he reached down and started rubbing slow circles around your clit, making your hips shove into him involuntarily.

"Jesus Christ König. Fuck!" You grabbed onto the front of his shirt pulling him in for another kiss. While he was down with you, you wrapped your arm around his neck. Savoring his kisses through the hood.

"God, Hase, can't get enough can you? Let switch this up." He lifts you up wrapping both your arms around his neck keeping his lips on yours and his dick in you. He then grabbed your thighs and coaxed you into wrapping them around his waist. Standing up to his full staggering height while he walks back around to the back of the Jeep. Laying you flat down in the trunk so he can thrust down into you.

This was a game changer. The kissing, the pressure on your womb, it was all too much. Having you screaming his name while he whispered praises into your lips. One of his strong hands began kneading at your breast. Rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stopping every once in a while to flick it painfully, making you gasp. "You're so fucking sexy," he looked you up and down. "I wish you could see yourself like this. All full of my cock and squirming around. You're gorgeous."

He began kissing and sucking at your neck like a teenager. Biting the same place on your shoulder as before. This time stopping to suck on that place until you were sure a hickey would form. When he made eye contact again you could tell he was getting close. His breath was heavy and his pupils were small with concentration. "God I'm so close Liebchen. Just a couple more- '' He stroked in again and came Hard. Warm liquid filling your pussy as he continued to thrust until you joined him in Sweet bliss. "Holy shit." He leaned on one arm over you. Not pulling out yet. "That was incredible."

You stayed that way for several moments before he began untangling himself from you. Getting his cock out was a slow process, your vagina had welcomed him greedily but was less than certain about letting him go again. Finally he detached himself and began wiping up again, pulling out spare clothes from your packs as you wiped yourself down.

"I don't think we'll want to wear what we had. Smells a little… strong." You could disagree with that as you pulled out a pack of wet wipes, cleaning yourself from ears to toes before passing the pack on for König to do the same. With you both redressed and refreshed, apparently recovered from your fevers, you set out to drive the rest of the way to the base.

You were met with a medical team and your Captain. "Banshee." He addressed you, "You're back late."

"Good evening Captain. We had some… technical difficulties on the way here due to that gas. Lightheadedness, nausea. All things I will go over with the medical team during our tests. Kept me from driving for a good 30 minutes."

"I think you may have lost count of time Officer, you’re well over an hour late." Phoenix said, causing König to chuckle under his breath. "I expect a full report on my desk by tomorrow evening. But for now, go with the medics and get some rest. You did good today, Katie is already on a plane back to England and her father is very happy. We couldn't have done it without you."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate it." With that the Captain walked away leaving you two to be led back to be seen. The medics ran blood tests and found traces of stimulants in your system. Consistent with the symptoms you told them. You left out the real cause of your delay, because as you looked at König from across the room, it felt a shame to share the story with anyone else.

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