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teacupcollector · 1 year

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Playing With Soaps Hair

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A/N: This was mentioned in 'The Art of Misdirection' Part 2 so I thought I would go into more detail.

A/N: I am in no way a hairstylist or cosmetologist (If that is even the right profession I have no idea xD) So my hair cut knowledge is limited lol Summary: You find out Soap likes his hair played with.

You quickly found out that Soap likes his hair being played with after attempting to cut his hair. It was a Saturday morning so they weren't needed for training or anything else that day. You and Soap were in the Mess snacking on peanut butter that they managed to trade when Soap let out a sigh.

"What's up?" You ask as you take a sip of water trying to wash down the peanut butter you had just consumed.

"Nothin' really Misdi, I just need a haircut, but I don't like the barber at this particular base..." He says.

You chuckle. You had been sent on a mission with Gaz included to a Base in Germany. You have made a few friends while you have been here and have heard the rumors behind the heavy handed barber on base.

"I could do it for you if you'd like." You say with a smile.

"We can sneak in when the guy is on lunch or something." You say, your smile turning into a mischievous smirk. "I like the way you think Corporal." Soap says with an equally mischievous smirk while winking.

You got the schedule from a big guy in a sniper hood. He seemed nice so you made sure to give him the rest of your peanut butter stash for when this job is done. You have Soap sit in the chair while you get the clippers ready. When they are ready you put a cape over the front of his body to prevent hair going all over him "Are you sure you don't want to let it grow out a bit?" You ask as you plug them in and turn on the power. "I'm sure. This mop isn't the best." He says with a sigh. You turn him toward the mirror and run your hand through his Mohawk. You sigh. "That's unfortunate... You should be known as 'conditioner' instead of 'Soap'" You say as you start with the sides. "You want a two right?" I say referencing to the clip size. "Mhm... And why 'Conditioner?'" John asks as he closes his eyes. “You have the softest hair that any women would want to grab.” You say as you move to the back of his head. He nearly moans in delight. You continue to run your hands through his hair to adjust his head on occasion. You just happened to look up to look at his face. You see him wiggle his eyebrows. "Are you saying you want to pull my hair? Kind of sensual don' ya think?" Your face goes bright red. "Misdi goin' all red on me? Do I need to talk to the higher ups?" He says in a teasing tone.

"S-Sorry Sargent I'll do pa-" "Calm down I am only joking... No paperwork needed." Soap continues to smirk. You grumble under your breath as you change the clipper size to a three. You begin to shave the top of his head and he hums in delight. You smile slightly and begin to hum to yourself. You see him looking at you through the mirror. "How do you know how to do hair?" He asks and you laugh nervously. "Big family... People need hair cuts." You say with a smile. You finish the top of his head and get the blow dryer to get all the loose hairs off. "There you go! All set!" You say with a smile before. "I would have rinsed your hair or something bu-" "Want to feel me up some more?" Soap asks with a smirk.

You scoff. "No... I wanted to water board you..." You say as you put the clippers back and wipe them down with some form of disinfectants. "Don't worry babydoll you can play with my hair all you like." He says as he stands up and removes the cape. You grab a broom and dust pan. As he is walking to the door you trip him causing him to face plant into the door. You burst out laughing. That is until you hear the sound of stomping footsteps coming within the building and heading toward your direction. "Shit lets go!" You say, but you make sure to trip him again which ultimately got him caught. That is when you run into Gaz. "Why are you all out of breath?" He asks. "N-No reason! I uh... I need to go see a guy about some peanut butter. His name is uh King I think." You quickly look behind you to see a not so happy Soap. "SEE YOU LATER!" You exclaim as you run toward your barracks to grab said peanut butter.

#mw2 2022 #cod mw22 #soap mctavish #john mactavish x reader #gaz mw2 #kyle 'gaz' garrick #konig mentioned #konig mw2 #Fluff #modern warefare 2 fanfic #modern warfare 2 #mw 2 ficlet #ficlet #modern warfare 2 ficlet #x reader #x gen z reader #x ofc reader #x oc reader

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pxnkedniall · 1 year

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo Parra, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Kate Laswell, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, König (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022), soap is a shit head, ghost is a shit head too, Emotional Constipation, Emotionally Repressed, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Roller Coaster, Swearing, I swear a lot I'm not sorry, Abuse of Authority, slight ?? saw a post about it on tumblr that ghost should hold his power over soaps head, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author Has Played Call of Duty, attempting to make ghost more flirty instead of closed off and cold, soapghost, Updating tags as I go, dad price is concerned for his boys, influenced by tiktok and tumblr, Protective John Price (Call of Duty), John Price Acting as Task Force 141's Parental Figure (Call of Duty), Parental John Price (Call of Duty), Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley, ghost is soft for soap, ghost gives soap a sweatshirt, Hurt John "Soap" MacTavish, Emotional Hurt, Angst and Feels, Mentioned Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Dead Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Mute Gary "Roach" Sanderson, König is a Task Force 141 Operative (Call of Duty), Mentioned König Series: Part 1 of It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) Summary:

Being a part of Captain Price's Special Task Force 141 was no easy work. Often away from loved ones for extended amounts of times, dropped in the middle of nowhere, with intelligence that could crumble life and society as we know it today or could launch another world war with only your closest battle buddies being there to support you; sometimes it was someone you had only known for six months being on your six and trusting they were going to get you out alive. Being killed or captured was always a threat and work was never easy. Missions often went sideways, and you sometimes only had the supplies in your bag with the clothes on your back. Blood often stained the hands of the members of the 141, they flirted with the grim reaper often, and any distractions could risk your life on the field.

So why couldn't the tall Manchester rainstorm get the short Scotland sunshine out of his head?

Something in the Orange - Zach Bryan These characters are from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022) developed by Infinity Ward and published by Activision

#you guys are going to hate me for this chapter #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #soap call of duty #john soap mactavish #cod #mw2 #konig mentioned #roach x ghost #roach mentioned #alejandro x rodolfo #ao3 #cod fanfiction #mw2 fanfiction #i do not regret anything #I'm not sorry #emotional damage

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toxooz · 5 months

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-draws human battering ram König like its my next hit of crack-

#könig #nobody ever wants to mention this part of his bio but honey ive been daydreamin ever since i read abt it 😏💭#ok im drawing one last request over in nfswland then THATS IT im working on the comic i wanna be done by early january #bc i get a fuckload of time off in late december so i should be able to zooom through it #but its also like A Key section that ive been thinknig abt forever so i need it to be Good as well #thank god i can just start right were ive been wanting to no more build up YEEHAWW #well for This part #my art #fanart #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #konig #konig mw2 #blood #blood tw

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hiding-in-my-blanket-fort · 4 months

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In case anyone needed this reminder:

Your fav COD man does not get off on your pain during sex. Ever.

So much of male-dominated language involving sex glorifies a woman's pain for his pleasure. She's expected to "just take it".

Your fav COD guy does not want that when he's with you. And if you've come to think of it as normal - because of previous experiences, because that's what everyone tells you, because you don't want to make a fuss and disappoint him, whatever the reason - he'll put a stop to it and have a serious talk with you about it.

These men have seen and experienced horrible shit in their lives.

You are their safe space. Their home. The one person they feel like they can be truly vulnerable with in a world that has made them battle-rough with scars, misery, and grief.

They want you to stay soft with them. They want you to have the safety of completely pure pleasure. They never ever want you to force or endure anything, let alone for their sake.

If it's a kink you're into, that's a different story.

But if you're not into it, your fav won't go anywhere near it. They won't pressure you to "just try it, maybe you'll like it". It's completely off the table, never to be mentioned again, and they'll be sure to lavish you in all the things you really love to show that you can relax with them.

Just as you have allowed them to lower their guard and let down their walls, they will do the same for you. When you are with them, you are safe in every sense of the word.

#cod #tw: sex mention #this reminder is primarily for me #because i needed to hear it #but someone else could probably use it too #john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #keegan russ #konig #johnny soap mactavish #writing tag

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diorchids · 2 months

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mdni, nsfw, dead dove do not eat, dubcon, r is drunk, age-gap, r is 19-20.

a pervert ghost.. ugh.

you’d been recruited 3 weeks ago, spending your days minding your business and training.

during training, your lieutenant, ‘ghost’ had watched you occasionally. he’d followed you to your barracks, sneaking into the showers to catch a glimpse of you naked. it was nothing weird, though. he just needed to keep an eye on you.

when you’d get drunk at the recreation facility with a friend, stumbling back to your barracks just for him to find you right outside the door.

“easy, little one. a bit battered, hm?” his hand softly pressed against your hips and stomach to steady your already trembling body. your lips were slick with saliva while you spoke softly, “maybe just a lil’ bit,” you weren’t just a little.

you shook your head incessantly, then nodded again, “lil’ bit.” you would have recognized him by now if your thoughts hadn’t been clouded by the pints you drunk stupidly.

what was he even doing out here? the rational thoughts hadn’t even crossed your mind—you only thought about your pillow. he ran his hand over your back just before stopping at your ass, gripping the soft flesh. “should get back, hm, love?” his voice was deeper now—lower.

the way his thick fingers would rub all over your wet pussy—your knees nearly buckled, all drunk & not knowing what to do. you’d basically melt into his arms, legs trembling as he led you back to his quarters.

he’d tell könig he finally got you to himself, finally free to touch you all over. you’d nod dumbly when he’d thumb your already fat clit through your lace panties, dress ridden up to your hips while he held your tummy.

“already soaked, aren’t you, love?” he said, when his fingers would prod at your tight entrance. “mhm, mhm..” his words fell straight through your ears as you focused on grinding your needy cunt onto his fingers.

“‘s like that, l-like that.” poor thing, barely conscious to know your dirty superior was touching you like this.

#dionna writes cod #dead dove do not eat #cod smut #cod x reader #ghost cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost smut #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #tw dubcon #konig mentioned !!!!!

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wxnheart · 10 months

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Worshipping him.

Admiring his body, your eyes sparkling with wonderment and love.

Leaving him flustered under your gaze; you make him feel beautiful. You make him feel sexy. You make him feel... safe. And loved. So damn safe. So damn loved.

His body is a canvas made of stories, some good and others downright horrifying. And with every ridge and scar your fingers run across, you hear them again. You never tire of hearing them.

Cupping his cheek, a cheek that's seen a fist or felt the sting of a slap more than it has the warmth of a kiss. You remedy this. You'll always remedy this.

Running your thumb over his lips. A kind or vulnerable word may seem few and far between with some people, but you know that when he speaks them, it's genuine. It comes from the heart. You feel the gentle pressure of his kiss against your finger and god, he's so fucking beautiful—

Resting your palm over his heart. A heart that beats strong and steady, a heart that's experienced so much pain and suffering, that's been broken more times than you two can count and he's always had to pick the pieces up and glue them together himself. A heart that dares to be vulnerable, to open up and love in its own gruff way. A heart you wish you could make anew but can only try your damndest not to break again. And he believes you. He'll always believe you.

You worship him and he falls deeper into you...

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bluegiragi · 1 year

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konig: why was that attractive

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temeyes · 7 months

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that other big guy, i guess

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statusexile · 4 months

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[tw: sploshing, food play/kink, food insertion, anal, ass eating, nasty shit in general idc don’t read if you’re easily disgusted]

Konig is probably the type of guy who would love to experiment with food during sex. You’re his kinky younger girlfriend and probably the one who introduced him to all these fetishes and kinks he never heard of. But he loves you so much so he’ll probably say yes to anything you want. He’s in his early forties, he needs someone to spice up his sex life and you’re the perfect girl for him!

It started out pretty tame. Probably with you swirling some whipped cream on his abs, sometimes with honey, maybe some chocolate and strawberry syrup as well and lick it off of his body. The sticky, sweet concoction dripped down his chiseled torso as your tongue eagerly lapped it up, sending shivers of pleasure through his body and giving him a massive erection.

The next time you did it, you viciously drizzle chocolate syrup and whipped cream all over his thick nine-inch uncut cock, the sugary mixture mixing with his pre-cum and it drips down on his groin area. You hungrily engulf his throbbing shaft, your mouth a dripping mess of cream and chocolate as you eagerly slobber all over it. And when he finally cum, he shoots his warm, thick cum mixed with the concoction down your throat.

This time, it’s time to take it to the next level. Your body trembles with anticipation as you present yourself to him, offering your ass up for his pleasure. He grabs your ass with a force, bending you over a table and inserting half a stick of butter into your pulsating asshole slowly. His eyes are filled with raw lust as he watches your ass cheeks quiver, trying desperately to keep the slick butter from slipping out of your tight hole.

Konig brutally thrusts his massive cock into your tight asshole, the butter still churning inside as he fucked you rapidly. The slickness of the butter makes it easier for him to slide in and out, leaving you feeling used and violated as he claims you with every rough thrust as the butter begins to slowly melt and dripped out, coating his balls and the floor in a slick mess. Your tight hole began to convulse and clamp down as it releases streams of melted butter mixed with his cum. His filthy mouth greedily lapping up every drop, tasting the rich, creamy taste as it squirts out from your asshole. What a depraved little couple both of you are. <3

#i really don't understand why people is calling konig a babygirl he's a fucking FREAK in my eyes and i will stand on that ground #also this is my kink and no you can't kink shame me <3 #shaf brainrots #konig x reader smut #könig x reader #könig #könig x reader smut #konig #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 x reader #call of duty smut #cod mw2 smut #call of duty #tw: food play #tw: food mention #tw: dark content #cod mw2

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longing-for-the-past-times · 8 months

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Girls looking at all these big, scary fictional men, carrying both physical and emotional scars and trauma, and be like 'I can fix him'.

It's me. I'm girls.

#cod ghost #cod konig #mw2 ghost #mw2 konig #simon ghost riley #azriel #acotar azriel #eskel #the witcher eskel #there are many more #I just can't remember them all right now #feel free to mention your own #ghost x reader #azriel x reader #konig x reader #eskel x reader

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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[Slasher au: (Reader name) is out on a friend date with Soap.]

Soap, pointing at the old movie theater: Oh-ho, the classic show for this week is Friday the 13th!

R/n: Yeah, I can’t really enjoy slasher films anymore.

Soap: why not?

R/n: Cos my boyfriends always make such a big stink about the inaccuracies in them.

R/n, quoting some of the things König & Ghost have said: Slitting a throat doesn’t kill someone that quickly! The killer should’ve switched out weapons by now, that knife would be too slippery to hold and dulled by the all the blood, Why’s he feeding the body into a wood-chipper for? An incinerator is much more efficient for getting rid of evidence …blah, blah, blah.

Soap: 👀

R/n:....What?

#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty slasher au #könig x ghost x reader #platonic! Soap MacTavish #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #afab nb reader #tw: death mention #tw: blood #call of duty könig #konig x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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magicislikelove · 17 days

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Been thinking abt fae!König. This is specifically inspired by a fic that I THINK (could be terribly wrong, but Ik this author has done fae! Fics) @ghouljams (if this isn't you, my bad! I'll try to find the proper inspiration later 😭) did where he goes hiking in the woods with his girl and just scares the living shit outta her so she starts running and then they fuck..... Anyways I just like picturing him as this giant creature!!! I'll be finishing this with color later on :))).

Detail ish shots.

#könig mw2 #könig #könig cod #cw suggestive #cw sex mention #könig call of duty #fae!könig #fae!au #monster!könig #monster!konig

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numberonecodwomenfan · 3 months

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Mama’s Boy

my first writing on this account!! im actually pretty proud of this, despite the fact that i wrote it on my phone in probably 2 hrs lol.

TW for mentions of alcoholism and guns

König’s mother taught him to shoot. Before he even thought of joining the military, back when he was simply Edie’s boy- “the tall one, not the blond,”- from down the street. No one in the small town of Heugraben bothered with his all-too-common name. There were probably three Lukases from down the street, and he had yet to think of using his middle name, so Edith’s boy he became.

Edith was a small, stocky woman, with dark hair that had begun to gray at the roots. Her calloused hands guided König’s fingers to wrap around the trigger of the BB gun he had received for his twelfth birthday. He had been asking for one- his father would take him on hunting trips when he was sober enough to care, and König, young, naïve König, still held out hope that the man would return one day. He wanted to be able to impress his father with his marksmanship.

Edith had finally relented, and after a lengthy safety lecture that König barely paid attention to in his vibrating excitement, Edith set up some of Cristoph’s old practice targets in their vast backyard.

“Your hands are shaking, little prince,” she chastised, and reached out to steady him.

“Sorry, Mama.”

“No need for that,” Edith scoffed. She maneuvered König’s arms to the proper position and flicked the safety off. “Hold it up so the butt is against your shoulder,” Edith said. König received an admonishing flick to the back of the head when he giggled at her phrasing.

“Ow!” König turned to his mother with a pout. “If you keep flicking me like that, I’ll have a hole in my head!”

“Hm, maybe if you did I could finally dig around in there and get the cobwebs out,” Edith knocked on the crown of König’s head with her knuckles. He grumbled under his breath and Edith chuckled. “Alright, enough of that. Hold the end of the gun against your shoulder.” König did so, and Edith nodded. “Now look down the barrel of it. See the bump at the end? That’s the sight. That’s how you aim.”

König squeezed his left eye shut and pointed the sight at the target. His vision was a little blurry up this close, but he didn’t mention it.

“Now what?” He asked quietly.

“Now you line up the shot, and shoot.”

König tightened his grip on the gun, aimed, and hesitantly pulled the trigger. The sound startled him a bit and he stumbled back into his mother’s chest.

“Good job, Lukas!” Edith planted a kiss on top of König’s head (though she had to pull him down by the shoulders to do so) and clapped him on the shoulder. “Look- you hit it.”

König looked, and sure enough, he hit the target. Not a bullseye, but he hit it. A grin spread across his face, all crooked teeth and chubby cheeks, and he turned around to his mother.

“Papa’s gonna be so surprised when he comes back- he’ll finally let me help him on his hunting trips!”

Edith’s smile pinched and she took in a deep sigh. “Of course he will, my little prince.” She patted König’s shoulder and tried not to let her smile waver, lest she ruin König’s hope.

His brothers were older- they knew Cristoph wouldn’t come back. König, sweet, shy, wide-eyed and cherub-cheeked, in all his childlike innocence, couldn’t possibly imagine such a thing.

But of course, Papa never came back, as papas tend to do. Edith’s graying roots became salt-and-pepper, and the bags under her eyes deepened. König grew into his body, shooting up like a beanstalk even more than he had already, and by seventeen he had reached a mammoth six feet nine inches.

He had finally realized that being Lukas G. was frustrating, so suddenly, he was König. His middle name was fitting, as he certainly looked the part of a king- a towering, broad boy, with a crown of red hair, courtesy of Cristoph’s genes. His baby fat had mostly sloughed off, replaced by muscle, but his Oma still pinched his chubby cheeks as he said his goodbyes. He leaned down, nearly doubling over, so she could kiss him on the forehead.

“Stay safe, little prince,” she said with a smile.

“I will. I promise,” König shouldered his duffel bag and turned to his mother.

“Don’t go growing up on me while you’re gone,” Edith choked out through tears, “Come back for Hanukkah. And call, or write- I need to hear from you, okay?”

“I know, Mama. I will, I promise. I promise.” König hugged his mother as tightly as he dared. “I love you,” he said, face pressed against her hair.

“I love you too. So, so much,” she sighed, “now go.” Edith pulled away and shooed König off, into the military truck where his future laid.

#robin writes #fanfiction #fanfic #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #könig #konig #konig cod #könig cod #konig fanfiction #konig fanfic #cw alcoholism mention #cw alcoholism #cw guns #writing

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cerosin-bis · 1 year

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I NEED MORE HEADCANONS OF KÖNIG, pls🫶🏽

With PLEASURE now that I have played him more my initial headcanons developed a bit 👀 they still stand ofc but here are more König headcanons that have been slowcooking in my brain.

Absolutely not clumsy... But he does hit his head on doorframes often. He probably has a small scar on his forehead from one particularly bad bump.

208cm tall (6'7" or 6'10" depending on the website I use lol I have no clue).

He's easily embarrassed but when he is, he gets pissy. He's naturally avoiding fights so it's hard to get him actually angry, but he can be if someone insists too much.

Incredibly knowledgeable about plants. Probably would have taken biology if he didn't go for the military.

He bottles up things. Negative feelings, emotions, you name it. He's good at regulating his emotions because it doesn't show and he doesn't deal with anger or emotional outbursts ever, but sometimes he does feel like that pic of a wide eyed wet kitten going "im fine" (he's not)

I said in my previous hc post he was a vegetarian, he's also a good cook! But he cannot cook if someone is in the vicinity. Do not look at him please.

He has to keep his hands busy and he likes tinkering things. He's very dexterous (I insist, he's not clumsy, except with words, he happens to fumble with words especially in English)

He plays five finger fillet w Krueger sometimes and this is the only moment where 1) these two 'bond' (they're very normal) 2) everyone in the room gets anxiety but him because he's focused on something he's good at. It's scary though.

Hard to get to know because he's not a social creature. He's your postcard actual sickly shy introvert. He's the guy you have to book a week in advance and who will probably cancel on you and he himself hates it but he is horribly socially anxious and sometimes it's stronger than him.

#headcanons #könig #call of duty #cod konig #MWII #I must mention that I hc him to be really fucking tall because my dad is about 6'5-6'6 and he's my scale for tall characters.#konig

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mixes-archive · 1 year

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Could i have some uhhh könig fluff please?

Thanks!!

Punschkrapfen

König x gn. reader

Welcome to the archive! I hope this is to your satisfaction :) (Punschkrapfen are made with alcohol and there are very brief mention of such, please keep that in mind)

Summary: König is positively exhausted and just done, but when he comes home, he finds you making Punschkrapfen.

Even from the kitchen, you could tell König wasn't having a great day. The door opened and closed with a force you only ever saw when on the field with him, rarely, if ever, did he act like that when home.

When he walked past the half closed door to the kitchen, you have him a quick greeting and he responded with a "Bin gleich wieder da, Schatz"¹.

Yep, definitely an awful day.

You just hoped he wouldn't forget to remove his face covering this time. Or shower.

But your worries about cuddling with a stinky, stinky man when you heard the shower head turn on. He probably remembered how you almost threw up the few times he hugged you tight tight after returning home.

Shuttering at the horrendous memory, you turned your attention back to the task at hand. Punschkrapfen. You really couldn't blame the rest of the squad for not liking them, it was an acquired taste after all. But according to his Oma, it was one of his favorite sweets.

You still remember going to a Cafe and seeing this big, hunky man you call boyfriend gently hold the little pink cake in his hand and taking small bites until it was gone. You just hoped yours would turn out half as good as the ones he had that day, because König sang those bakers praises for days.

The cut out cakes were done cooling and you had the glaze down. It took at little longer than the recipe said it would due to....reasons (rip to the batter that got burnt because you didn't know you put the oven on grill-function), but you finally reached the end of this little venture.

You had barley had enough time to finish struggling with the glaze, when you finally realized the running water had stopped. There were some sacrifices going to be made by you if he came back before the pink sludge had a chance to dry. That sacrifice most likely being your sanity while he begged you to let him have 'nur einen Bissen!'², which you now knew never meant just one bite.

Your anxiety was lifted a little when you heard your hair dryer turn on. Königs hair was thick, long and fuzzy, and you knew just how long it always took for him to dry it. A giggle escaped you when you remembered just how silly he looked, hair flying everywhere, barely being able to see where he was pointing the hair dryer because of it being infront of his eyes. Like a little dog.

While waiting, you started to clean up a bit, which basically met stuffing what you could into the dishwasher and leaving the rest for König to clean up. You decided to keep the leftover glaze for him to eat with a spoon, scooping it all into a bowl and covering it with saran wrap. It wasn't healthy by any means, but better to have him smiling and wasting less food. (it also made kisses sweeter)

As you stuffed the bowl into the fridge, you felt arms wrap around your neck. "ACK! KÖNIG DON'T DO THAT!" You put a hand on your heart to exaggerate your emotion, to which he chuckled. "Sorry Schatz, I couldn't help myself." König paused for a second to just enjoy your presence, breathing in the scent of your hair.

"I had an awful day." He sunk his head into the crook of your neck. "I heard. You wanna-"

"OH! Wasn' das? Oha, hast du die gemacht?"³

König briefly kissed the side of your head before speeding to the other side of you, making grabbing hands towards the sweets.

You just sighed, knowing he couldn't be stopped now and told him to dig in, not before grabbing one for yourself though, just to see how it was.

Biting into one you were, pleasantly surprised actually! Maybe a bit heavy on the rum, but ay, even the most skilled of bakers had a hard time with that aspect.

Now, you anxiously awaited Königs reaction. Even without his mask, it wad almost impossible to tell what he was feeling at any time. Slowly he turned to you: "Schatz?"

You gulped "Yeah?"

"This is...ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS!! Oh ich hab mit dir wirklich den Jackpot getroffen!!"⁴

He wrapped his non glaze covered arm around you, nuzzling his head into your body akin to how a cat would someone's leg. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"I'm glad. I wouldn't have known what to do with these if you didn't. And hey, maybe the rum will help you relax a little, lord knows you need it."

König removed himself from you to eat another one, eating it just as carefully as you saw him do the one from the cafe in Vienna, his face portraying even more joy than they did back then.

"You really do make my days much more bearable. I love you so much, Mäuschen."

"Ich liebe dich auch, mein König."

Translation:

¹ "I'll be right back, treasure"

² "Just one bite!"

³ "OH! What's that? Oooo, did you make these?"

⁴ "I really hit the jackpot with you"

#call of duty x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig call of duty #cod x reader #fluff #brief mentions of alcohol

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Time for more shenanigans because I enjoy doing these-

Honestly- expect everyone at this point-

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Price: Are you a painting?

Nik: What-?

Price: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Graves: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG HIM OR SOMETHING-

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Price: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Price: Graves is still mad about it, but me and Nik were drunk and thought it was funny.

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Price: Are you ready to commit?

Nik: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Price: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Laswell: ...I'm gonna kill him-

Nik: katie- no-

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Laswell: Caw caw, motherfuckers.

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Laswell: Where the devil is Graves?

Nik: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe he melted?

Price: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

Laswell holding back a laugh: I hate that I found that funny- fuck you-

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Price: Are you good?

Laswell: In what sense?

Price: Generally.

Laswell: Oh, definitely not.

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Price: Fine! Judge all you want but...

Price, points at Nik: Married a lesbian.

Price, points at Graves: Left a man at the altar.

Price, points at Ghost: Fell in love with a Scottish soldier

Price, points at Laswell: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.

Price, points at Soap: Lives in a box!

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Graves: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Nik: >:O language

Laswell: Yeah watch your fucking language

Ghost: Okay, who taught Laswell the fuck word?!

Price: 'The fuck word'.

Soap: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Laswell: Oh my god they censored it

Price: Say fuck, Soap.

Laswell: Do it, Soap. Say fuck.

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Ghost: If I fall…

Price: I’ll be there to catch you.

Nik: *looks at Graves* What if I fall?

Graves: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Soap: *watches these two interactions*

Soap, to Laswell: And if I fall?

Laswell: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

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Nik: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Laswell: No.

Gaz: I did not.

Ghost: I may have actually forgotten one.

Soap: Also no.

Nik: Oh good, neither did I.

Price: *Exhausted sigh*

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Alex: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call?

Alejandro: No. No, Alex, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Alex calls Farah. Number five: Rudy gets eaten by a shark.

Rudy: I’m Rudy, and I approve the order of that list.

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Rudy: Farah, I have a couple of words to say to you.

Alex: Please let those two words be “I’m sorry.”

Alejandro: I’m ready with the bleep button if not.

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Rudy: Those darn tall old people.

Farah: Darn em' indeed.

Alex: Don't worry, they'll be gone soon enough.

Alejandro: *sharpening knife* Yes. Dead.

The Squad:

Alejandro: Hahaha.

Alejandro: ...Is this self-destructive behaviour?

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Alejandro: That's ridiculous, Rudy doesn't have a crush on me.

Farah: Yes, he does.

Alex: Yes, he does.

Valeria: Yes, he does.

Rudy: Yes, I do.

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Alex: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?

Rudy, exasperated: WHY?!?

Rudy points at Alejandro: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!

Rudy points at Farah: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!

Rudy points at Alex: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Rudy: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

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Rudy: Hey Farah, wanna third wheel on my date with Alejandro tomorrow?

Farah: Sure.

Rudy: Alex! Wanna third wheel on my date with Alejandro tomorrow?

Rudy: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Farah & Alex: ...

Alejandro: Rudy...

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Alejandro: I love you.

Rudy: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Alejandro and Rudy kiss passionately*

Alex, to Farah: You owe me 20 dollars.

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Alex: *tapping fingers on table*

Rudy: *taps fingers back furiously*

Farah: …What’s going on?

Alejandro: Morse code. They’re talking.

Alex: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Rudy: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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Alejandro: Why are your tongues purple?

Alex: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Farah: I had a red one.

Alejandro: oh.

Alejandro:

Alejandro: OH.

Rudy:

Rudy: You drank eachothers slushies?

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Soap: Why is Gaz crying on the floor?

Ghost: he's drunk.

Soap: And?

Ghost: he saw a picture of Roach's husband.

Soap: But he's Roach's husband?

Ghost: I know.

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Ghost, referring to Roach and Gaz: Those guys are dorks.

Soap: Yes, but they’re our dorks.

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Soap: Who would you swipe right for? Gaz or Ghost?

Roach : I would delete the app.

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Soap: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Gaz: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Ghost: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Roach : My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

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Roach : How is the most beautiful person in the world?

Gaz: *blushing* I—

Ghost, butting into the conversation: Soap is perfect, thanks for asking.

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Eskell: You really believe in Shepard?

Oryn: Mmm… Luckily, he believes in himself enough for the both of us.

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Shephard: Is this your plan B?

Eskell: Technically, this is plan P.

Shephard: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Eskell: Yes, but I marry Oryn in plan M.

Oryn: I like plan M.

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Shephard: *Reading a letter*

Oryn: Well, what does it say?

Shephard: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Eskell killed my pet rock.

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Oryn, about Eskell: Can I tell them they look nice?

Shephard: Sure.

Oryn: Can I tell them I respect them?

Shephard: Maybe, if they ask.

Oryn: Should I show them an oil painting I made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs?

Shephard: …

Shephard: I’d save that for later.

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Eskell: *pitches an idea*

Shephard, impressed: Huh, there might be something here!

Oryn, under their breath and dialling laswell: Yeah, a lawsuit.

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Horangi : That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Konig?

Konig: No.

Horangi : I think I speak for Konig when I say it sounds really super.

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Konig: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Horangi : Peonies, why?

Konig:

Horangi : Were you going to get me flowers?

Konig:

Horangi :

Konig: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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Horangi : I want a bf.

Konig: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.

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Konig: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Horangi : Okay.

Konig: And make out during the scary parts.

Horangi : Th-

Horangi : The scary parts.

Horangi : Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Horangi , taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Konig, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-

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