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lostazuree · 1 month ago

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wait wait idea wb bachira (and whoever else u like) when their s/o is on their period🥹🐎🐎

✧✗ 𝜗𝜚⸻Period Comfort!

✧ 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

—𝐅𝐭. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧.

• Bllk Boys looking after you!

-Fluff. Cussing.

✦ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

He is a different breed. He treats your periods like a mission to over come. And he won't admit just how much his liebling scares the shit out of him when she's on periods. He can compete with anyone, but not the little gremlin you become while menstruating.

"Schatz..?" He asks in his not-so-him faint voice when he sees you hugging a pillow and your legs crossed too tight. "You alright?" Walking over to you, he takes a seat by, his fingers lightly raking over your arm as he tries to coax you to talk to him. "Yeah. 'Cause it definitely looks like I'm alright." The snarky comment earns you a frown from him, but he knows better than to comment on it. The last thing he wants to face is a gremlin's wrath. He does not know much aside from the fact you'd crave something sweet. Ofcourse he's less informed on it, his mom wasn't around to teach him. He'll buy you a box, a load worth of Swiss chocolate and will expect you to eat it. If you need something, you'll have to tell him. A good thing is that he'll not be so cocky and teasing at a time like this, the last thing he wants to do is upset you further. "Liebe, lie down." He'll rub your stomach for you, will stay by you the whole day. Order fancy shit just so you don't have to cook. He likes reading, and he knows you like it too when he's reading. So he'll sit by you, wrap you in a blanket and lay your head on his lap, while reading a book for you. He gets extra clingy when you're not the one who's clinging to him. He'll make you his favourite rusks and hot chocolate while he's at it. "You gonna drink hot water?!" is a legitimate fool sometimes. "Of course not, Micha, you dumbass." after a little bit of explanation, he will go to prepare a hot bag for you himself, but will spill some on his hand 100% and it's gonna be, "Fuck you, piece of shit." Will play it off too if you catch him like you can't see the red ass mark on his hand. Forehead kisses to make you forget about the topic. And if you stain something, he'll do the laundry without a word.

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Contrary to popular belief, he isn't completely clueless about periods. Because, obviously, he was raised by a single mom, so no matter how silly he is, he does know a thing or two about periods. But, that doesn't stop him from freaking out. Classic Bachira.

He immediately knows you're on your periods when you stop putting up with his bullshit, because..'You always do. :(' in Bachira's words. When you're curled up on the couch, his lively girlfriend now quiet, he knows it too well. "Are you alright, sunshine?" He asks in a voice thats way too calm for someone like him, quiet and testing. "Is it that time of the month?", "Yes, Meguru." Did you just call him Meguru and not by a pet name?! No way. Shit is real now. Yes, he'll rush to a store no matter what time it is, and he will bring some painkillers and chocolates, because that's what his mama taught him :) And will give you a hot bag. That's all in his area of knowledge on the subject. You need something else? You have to be vocal about it. But honestly? He's not leaving your side for the whole day. He is worried sick for you. Will skip practice 100% and take you out somewhere like a park or a quiet place. Don't wanna go? He'll sit at home with you, cuddled over a couch while you two watch some things only he can find funny. He will try to kiss your tummy cramps away (?!). "Silly, that's not how it works." "I know! But I'm trying my best here." Adorable. And you will not need to get up for the whole day, because, "Love! I'll be cooking for you today. Sit back and relax." NO. You cannot relax if he goes to the kitchen. Beware or he'll set off every single fire alarm and possibly charr water itself. Skills. He'll order take out for you, hold your hand while you eat.

✦ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

Aside from geeking out about soccer and mangas, he does not know two shits about anything else. Socially awkward soccer nerd is not well informed on female body mechanisms. Because even if he does have two loving parents, he never had such a talk with his mama. But is willing to try to make you feel better.

He knows it's a bad day when you don't grab him soda while he's playing some stupid game, or come to see him train, and instead are curled up on the bed awkwardly. He can feel the discomfort rolling off you in waves, and he knows it's that. "(Y/n)...sweets, you okay?" Did you just ignore Isagi? If you were anyone but yourself, he would dehumanize you in the worst way possible. So receiving no answer, he throws his headset off and wraps his arms around you, awkwardly, just sitting there, holding you as if he's trying to reassure both you and himself that you are alright. He will give you back massages 100%. Will cancel all of his plans and listen to you ramble about the most pointless things in life. He does handle your mood swings pretty well and will do half the chores without you having to ask. "Sit down. Are you feeling any better?" Like Kaiser, he's pretty clueless to the hot water bag situation, and he too will spill it all over the floor and cuss the shit out of it. Watch him become a master at dissing water's bloodline. He'll let you play video games with him, and he'll let you win. And that's a big commitment cuz mf is really competitive. He thinks you'll die if he leaves you for a single minute. "I'll buy you something sweet." Watch him fuss over brands of chocolate, because he only wants the best.

✦ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧

Now, I think he would be pretty calm on the outside, but sure, he'll be a little concerned freaked as well. He is also not a clueless one, he's quite informed on it, but not emotionally, scientifically. So he has his own ways struggles to help you.

He knows you're on your periods as soon as he sees you've been deadpanning more than he does himself. And that you're not giggling on his dry, unfunny humor. He will sit by you very quietly, wrap you in a blanket and do a failed masterchef attempt at something as trivial as soup. "You stay right here, I'll make something for us." Because he doesn't want you to get up. Pillows. Pillows. And pillows. One behind your back, one on your lap and one behind your head for comfort. "I hope it's fine." Yes, the soup wouldn't be as good, well, because he only learnt how to make it for survival skills. But it's warm, nice, and makes you feel like he does care. He'll get you a hot bag, pain killers and sanitary napkins, pads, etc. etc. without you having to ask. Bathroom all organised too. He'll get you those conjoint twin Popsicles that he used to eat in his childhood with Sae. And because he has some insane luck with those popsicles, he always wins. But, but, he's a sneaky one to exchange his stick with yours when you aren't paying attention. The last thing he wants is to upset you. "I won! Look, Rinnie." Of course, you're not a fool. You know he changed it, but you rub it in anyway. "Don't get cocky. You're just lucky this time." And beneath that deadpan, there's just the faintest hint of a smile. After he's done with all this, he himself will lie down next to you and initiate cuddling. Which is rare because he becomes a flustered mess whenever you cuddle him. He claims he's doing this to make you feel better. Any comments about it and it's 'lukewarm' this, 'lukewarm' that. Tease him and he'll threaten you about getting up, with an arm tightening around you that says otherwise.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!

Reblogs would be highly appreciated! 🎀

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bamfkeeper · 11 months ago

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Kurt is a 100% a bratty sub. 18+ MDNI

I like to explore all sorts of ways he can be written, and as a sub he is a fucking brat. Fight me. Not a fic, mostly just a collection of thoughts on the topic <3 Not written in any kind of order, it bounces around.

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, bratty Kurt ofc, mentions of things like spanking and bondage, overall a lot of basic dom/sub stuff. Written gender neutral, but reader is a top. Skip if it's not your thing. Ignore mistakes unedited.

Kurt is such a brat with you.

He absolutely loves to tease you in every way possible and he talks back a lot. Whether it's during a serious conversation or a playful banter, he never misses a chance to throw in a cheeky comment. He constantly plays around with you in the bedroom, bringing that mischievous attitude into your intimate sessions.

With a sly grin, he'll often respond to a command with a defiant "Nein" whenever you tell him to do something, or challenge you with a bold "Make me." But, you have to admit his playful defiance and cheeky behavior make being his dominant much more fun.

He's such a little shit. But nothing a bit of spanking can fix. Turns out, he's very persuasive when you threaten to spank him. Especially if you use one of your toys for spanking instead of your hand. However he is more durable that you thought he'd be, so spanking can consist of a lot of spanks or hard spanks for him to 'learn' what he did wrong.

This one pouts like his life depends on it too. He tries to hard to get out of punishments by giving you bit puppy eyes. "Bitte...I won't be bad again..." Lies. He will. Your skeptical look and the way you cross your arms makes his heart race and he pouts harder, begging with his eyes not to punish him for disobeying you for the exact same thing again.

Don't give in.

Sometimes you have to tie him up to punish him because his tail likes to get in the way. You don't want to hit it accidentally, his tail is strong but prone to fractures and breaks, especially if you hit it hard enough. So you have to tie it up out of the way, and get on with the punishment. He enjoys bondage more than you'd think, he's so flexible so a lot of the poses you put him in even surprise you from time to time.

Aside from sex, he's super needy and clingy, but he's also mischevious and playful. He always likes being close to you, even when he misbehaves, he seeks you out for reassurance that you still love him (you obviously do), and he lays on top of you. He likes how you act nurturing at times because he failed to experience much of it in his upbringing. The circus was not too kind to him, despite the vast and brilliant shows they performed, there was always a hidden darkness to it that he didn't like to talk about.

Kurt sleeps curled up against you, enjoying the warmth and closeness. He likes being the little spoon and feeling you play with his hair while he settles in for the night. As he gets comfortable, his face buries into your chest, and his tail curls around your leg in a tight embrace. "Ich liebe dich," he murmurs softly against your skin, smiling to himself as he inhales your familiar scent. He finds so much comfort and peace when you hold him close, and he absolutely loves the feeling of security and love it brings. He feels safe, cherished, and content in your arms, knowing that you are there with him. The simple act of being held by you means the world to him, and it's something he looks forward to every night.

Back to the sex aspect, he is needy and whimpers a lot when you bury into him. His cock twitches and leaks onto his blue belly while you stretch him out with your dick (real or silicone whichever fits you). His tight muscles squeeze around you and you huff at how you have to really stretch him. Sweet boy is so flexible too, you can fold him in half and rut your hips into his hole and he will just groan and moan your name loudly.

"So pretty when you whine for me, baby..." You coo to him, watching his face change to a bright violet that dusts over his cheeks and his eyes get glossy from the pleasure. You love to overstimulate him or deny him as a form of punishment for his bratty behavior, he always acts tough but once you get him like this his resolve crumbles down.

"B-bitte...I need to...bitte!" His sweet voice wavers as he begs, looking at you desperately, observing your even face. You have to tsk and sigh, gazing down at him.

"Ah, but baby, you were so, so stubborn earlier...what happened, hm?" you chuckled lightly at the pitiful whine he gives you.

You give in and let him cum or you don't. It's completely up to you and how much you want to hear him beg.

Anywayyy this plagues my brain. Sorry it's short and simple I have two blogs I'm running now lmao it's a lot. But I have lots of drafts!

Thanks for reading <3

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

#kurt wagner #nightcrawler #kurt wagner x reader #nightcrawler x reader #kurt wagner smut #nightcrawler smut #x men #xmen #x men 97 #🎠my works

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ninibeingdelulu · 1 year ago

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His empress ✧

Plot: Because of Michael’s busy life, he barely have any time for you.

A/N: Loved Kaiser from day one , like he’s literally my bf. Also, I made him a little poetic so idk if it’s good😓.

The apartment doorslammed with enough force to rattle the windows. Michael stormed inside, cleats leaving muddy tracks across the hardwood in his wake.

His sharply angled features were locked in a ferocious scowl, blue eyes blazing with frustration. Another grueling training had pushed his limits to the brink once more.

You glanced up from the kitchen, unable to mask your wince at the unrepentant mess he left behind.

"Welcome home," you ventured in a measured tone, knowing his volatile moods all too well.

Michael barely acknowledged you. Instead he ripped off his muddied jersey in an angry flourish and hurled it aside, seeking to strip away the stench of another dissatisfying day.

Your eyes followed his toned form from behind the marble island as he stomped towards the bathroom. His shoulder muscles were knotted ropes of tension beneath that porcelaine skin.

You knew it was intentional, feeling your steady gaze tracking him like a hunting falcon.

That was just Michael's way - everything was a crucible, an excuse to exude that overwhelming dominance he so craved.

But today the display did little to spur your usual fluttering admiration. A different rawness simmered in your chest as you watched him disappear into the bathroom without a backwards glance.

The spray of running water filled the strained silence in Michael's wake. You stood there motionless, mulling over the painful sting festering deeper each day.

Though his ferocious commitment to training and perfecting his craft was legendary, lately it had consumed him to an almost alienating degree. Including from you.

How long had it been since you last shared an intimate moment together?

Or even heard that cocksure voice murmur sweet maddening praises that used to set you aflame from the inside out?

Those precious instances had dwindled to near non-existence as Michael became more obsessed, more distant, more...unseeing of the person he'd once crowned his devoted empress.

The bathroom door creaked open, steam billowing out with Michael's emergence in fresh sweats. Without forethought, the question slipped from your lips in a dull murmur.

"Do you even care about me anymore?"

His hand paused where he scrubbed the towel through those signature bedhead spikes. Sea-glass eyes flicked over to pin you with an owlish blink.

"What?"

You swallowed, turning to face him fully now that his defenses were stripped bare.

"Sometimes I wonder if you ever really loved me at all... or if I was just another passing conquest for the 'great emperor' to claim and discard."

The words hung in the air with damning finality.

Michael froze, hands falling away from his blonde and blue hair. For several beats his expression was unreadable, marbled handsomeness set in an impenetrable mask.

Then his sculpted brows slashed downwards in undisguised hurt.

You shrank back instinctively when he stalked towards you with quickened strides, expecting more flaring tempers to clash.

But instead of the storm you braced for, gentle calloused palms cradled your face with trembling reverence.

Michael searched your gaze with those kaleidoscope depths, as if reacquainting himself with the woman he'd unforgivably taken for granted.

"You..." he started roughly before clearing his throat. "Never think that, liebe. Not even for a moment."

A shuddery inhale filled Michael's broad chest as one hand drifted down to splay over your thundering heart. His touch was feather-light, worshipful in its tenderness.

"You are the single greatest treasure I've ever had the honor of possessing, my shining star among the world's dim masses. More divine than any earthly jewel or victory on the pitch."

You felt your breath hitch at the unbridled ardor shining through those captivating blue eyes. Michael's voice dropped to an intimate baritone murmur that caressed over you like velvet.

"I am an arrogant, obsessive fool in so many ways - but my absolute worship of you is one truth I'll never stray from. You make me an emperor worthy of respect, make me burn with desire to prove my worth to stand at your side.I-"

He cut himself, his thumb brushing over the plump swell of your bottom lip reverently.

"It is my gravest sin to ever make you question how utterly you reign over my soul, meine liebe. I’m sorry if I’ve been distant these last weeks, I just had a lot in mind with the upcoming games. Forgive me if I made you feel l didn’t care about you."

You were rendered utterly speechless at the searing depth behind Michael's heartfelt confession.

A powerful tremor rippled down your frame, threatening to melt you into an incoherent puddle.

Before you could trust yourself to speak, he sealed his words with a ravaging kiss that blazed away any remaining traces of doubt.

His hands tangled in your hair, keeping you molded flush to his solid frame as if you were the single tether anchoring him to this world.

When the need for air finally parted your joined mouths, Michael bored his eyes into yours with hypnotic intensity.

A familiar smolder flickered to life in their whirling depths - a predatory allure reserved only for his empress.

"Tonight," he rasped against your swollen lips, "allow me to worship you again and again, until the nights where you felt alone disappear from your mind, mein juwel..."

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narcjsistx · 6 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

✶ kaiser micheal soldier official art x fem reader

✶ word count: 1.1k (1152)

The smell of disinfectant mixed with blood is something you've become accustomed to since you've been here. The months spent at the shelter have passed quickly, yet the letters you sent so long ago don't seem to have been received, as you haven't had any response from your family

Or maybe they received the letters, but they chose not to respond. Maybe they are still angry with you for what happened, since it is not usual for a woman to run away from her family. But you didn't run away... or rather, you did, but only temporarily. At the end of the war you will return home as a married woman, perhaps even with a child in your womb. But maybe that's exactly why your family didn't respond to the letters

"Y/n, he's here" your companion says, as she rubs some liquid medicine on the soldier's knee; the man groans in pain, but you pay no attention as you step out of the tent, pushing aside the fabrics that protect it from the cold. Adjusting the miserable uniform you are wearing, you head towards the end of the shelter, passing through the bodies of the dead and living soldiers, plus those of the nurses and your companions

You step outside, placing a hand against your face to shield yourself from the sun. The light wind gently blows your clothes away, as you hear someone coming in front of you, stopping a few inches away. Smile spontaneously, lowering your arm to see who is in front of you, even if you already know it thanks to the similar smell

"Kaiser!" you say happily, as the pale face of the man you love comes into your view. Michael takes off his soldier's hat, squeezing it between his fingers as he raises his hand to place it on your rosy cheek. You tilt your face, burying your cheek in his warm palm, as if that hand hadn't taken the lives of a lot of people. But you're at war, you can't say anything against him, he's the best of his squadron and he has to do what he has to do

“Liebe” the man says, running his fingers over your cheek. Kaiser takes a few steps forward, awkwardly placing his hat on your head. You giggle, as his free hand lands on your other cheek, cupping your face in his hands “My savior”

"I'm glad to see you here. You worried me when you didn't come to my dorm last night" you say worriedly, remembering the anxiety you had felt. Kaiser is fighting a few miles away from the soldiers' shelter, and every day he tries to come to you in the morning or at night. But yesterday he didn't show up and knowing that at the front there is hard fighting, you got scared

"I know. The commander asked me to watch over some cadets" he says, taking a long breath. You nod, focusing more on the fact that your man is finally here. The sun shines on the gold trim of his uniform, the soft grey fabric accentuating his slender form. You smile, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing him alive, which is not a given "Will you stay with me tonight?" you ask hopefully, looking forward to finally feeling his tired, scarred body collapse into you, hugging you tightly. Kaiser nods "I'll be with you late at night. Wait for me, Liebe"

"Of course I will!" you say smiling even happier, happy to know that you can be with him again tonight. Micheal stares at you for a few seconds, thoughtful, then pulls your face against his, lifting your chin to better position your lips on his. You are surprised, then standing on tiptoe to reach a more comfortable height, while you enjoy the affection of your soon-to-be husband. His free hand makes room for your lower back, pushing you against him so you don't escape, as if you even remotely intend to. His lips press needily against yours, the same way he does every time because he knows he isn't absolutely sure he'll see you one last time. He's strong, you know that too, but war kills even the most hopeful

It is precisely for these kisses that you decided to follow him, when he made the decision to go and fight at the front. You have known each other since you were children, and there has always been a deep love between you, even if you have to hide it: it is not common for women to have a boyfriend before the man her family will choose as her future husband. And yet, you know for absolute certainty that you would never love someone like you love this blond boy. Your family hates him, and his father hates you, but you still decided to go with him because of how strong your feelings are, because of how much you need to feel him on your lips. You took the vows of a nurse in a soldiers' shelter near him, and as soon as the war ends he promised to marry you and make you happy, more than he already does. If you get married again, your family won't be able to separate you, especially if there could be a possible child in your womb involved once married. But the war won't end soon, or at least that's what he tells you in the evenings when he sinks into your arms. So there's still a wait

"It could all be over in less than a year, if our squadron continues to annihilate. The enemy is weak, but we must continue to advance to end all this" he says, briefly breaking away from your lips, only to leave a kiss on the tip of your nose "But, if all this is true, it means that in less than a year you will be my wife. And that is what drives me to go on, knowing that I will finally have you beside me constantly, in a house of our own and with children born of our love. I fight to have you mine as soon as possible" he says, removing his hat from your head, moving some hair from your forehead to leave a kiss "And I will make you happy, and I will be if I know that you will love me every day like the first" he says, in an affectionate tone, the one that convinces you more and more that you have made the right choice

"I can't wait, Kaiser" you say, holding onto him, the fabric of his uniform smeared against your body "I can't wait for all of this to happen. Our children will be so happy" you say, lovingly, and he nods, hugging you close to him

"They will be, just like us. At the end of the war, we will be happy, very happy, Liebe"

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

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latenightdaydreams · 11 months ago

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König x Stepmom!Reader Part 4 (fem)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, mention of a death

1.5k word count

Today is the day of your baby shower, your family and König’s gather to celebrate the soon to be arrival of your precious baby. As you’re surrounded by love you still feel empty. König has been on deployment for the last three months and you miss him more than anything. He was supposed to be back two weeks ago, but the mission was extended.

Irma has gone above and beyond to try and fill the hole her son left. The fact you miss her son this much causes her heart to melt; it’s all a mother could ever want for her child. A loving and attentive partner. What you don’t know is that she’s been keeping a secret from you.

König slicks back his growing blonde hair and dresses in a pale blue button up shirt with light colored slacks. In one hand he’s holding a bouquet of deep red roses and in the other is a small box of sweets from your favorite bakery. He tiptoes around the corner to see you sitting in the living room with a small frown on your face. All he could see is how stunning you look, you’re glowing. Your stomach has grown, rounding out perfectly; your breasts so full.

Irma sees him first, noticing the love struck look in König’s eyes as he studies you from afar. She rushes to your side and hugs you tightly. “I have one more surprise for you.”

You turn to her and smile, wondering what else it might be when you see König’s familiar large frame approaching from behind her. In an instant you jump to your feet, rushing to König. His arms open, wrapping around you in a tight hug as he places kisses all over your head.

“Meine Liebe. You look like a queen.” He whispers to you as you begin to cry tears of happiness.

In the background people are taking photos of the reunion between to two of you. The flowers, the sweets; right now, they mean nothing. You’re just elated to have your König home and back in your arms safe.

“König!” Your voice is shaking with excitement as you gaze up at him with tears in your eyes.

His soft lip press against yours, getting lost in your smell, in your taste. Irma walks up to grab the gifts from König and quickly his hands wrap around your waist, one lazily squeezing your ass. The eruption of celebration behind you pulls you from the moment, reminding you that you’re not the only two people here.

The party is miserable for König. Of course, he appreciates all the love his unborn child has as well as everything his mom has done for you both. But he just got home. He wants to take you upstairs and study your growing body. He poses for photos, his hands never leave your body. In some shape or form he is touching a part of your body.

The second one guest leaves, König takes it as the party is over. He grabs your hand and begins to walk you towards the stairs, leaving you a giggly mess. It’s as if you’re both teenagers sneaking away to find from your parents watchful eye.

Once the door closes behind him, he locks it and his icy blue eyes snap in your direction. They trail from your shoulders down to your round ass highlighted in your dress. He steps forward to you and he begins to slowly unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.

“Now I have you all to myself.” He whispers as he wraps his around around you, resting his hands on your stomach.

Chills run through your body feeling his body on yours again. His lips press against your neck as he caresses your swollen belly, slowly bunching up the fabric with his finger tips. You close your eyes and lean back into König, allowing yourself to soak in the moment with him.

“Let me see that beautiful belly.” He slowly lifts your dress over your head and discards it aside. A few steps and he stands in front of you. The view is breathtaking. There are no words to describe how beautiful you look. His fingers trace the light stretch marks forming on the underside of your eight month pregnant belly. “Mein Gott. You are pure perfection.”

König guides you back to the bed and gently sits you down. He takes his time unhooking your bra; letting the straps slip down your soft skin until the fabric hits the floor. Your nipples have darkened considerably, causing König to lick his lips. Your milk coming in makes your already full breasts even bigger, he’s salivating at the thought of tasting how sweet you are once you start breastfeeding.

König finishes unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it down as he gets on his knees in front of you. His big hands caress the curve of your larger breasts, thumbs gently flicking over your nipples. He leans in and starts a trail of sloppy wet kisses from your neck down to your breasts, giving both attention while his hands undo his pants.

“I want to make love to you.” He whispers as he stands in front of you dropping his pants.

Your eyes land on his hands as they pull at his boxer briefs, his erection bouncing out of the fabric. A tingle shoots throughout your pussy, craving the feeling of him inside of you. One of your hands wraps around him, pulling a soft huff from him. You lean in and slowly place kisses on the tip of his cock and down his shaft, licking occasionally. Königs body tense as he watches you, one hand gently petting your hair.

“I’ve missed you.” You gaze up at him with the sweetest lust filled doe eyes.

König caresses your jawline, grabbing your chin to keep your gaze up. “Open.”

You do as he says, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. König spits into your mouth, diving down to rub his tongue across yours. He moans softly as his mouth devours yours in a heated kiss. Your hand moves on his cock in slow lazy strokes , the tip leaking small drops of precum.

He leans down and grabs your hips, lifting you and laying you back on the center of the bed. His fingertips hook the fabric of your panties and gently pull them down. The smell of your arousal reaches his nostrils making his cock twitch; all he wants to do is be buried inside of you.

Once you’re fully undressed, he lays behind you and caresses your pregnant belly and down your hip. His hand wraps around your thigh and lifts your leg, draping it over his legs. You feel his cock press against your entrance, teasing you before he pushes himself in.

The sound of your shared moans harmonize as he slowly thrust up into you. His hand continues to caress your stomach while his other arm is under your head so you can use his bicep as a pillow. He places kisses on the side of your face, letting out small whimpers of pleasure between every kiss. This is bliss, heaven.

“I’ve missed feeling your wet pussy squeeze me. You’re so tiny, Liebling.”

“Please, fuck me harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” König shakes his head no. He’s already trying his hardest to not lose all restraint and your request isn’t making things any easier.

“You won’t. Please König. Fuck me.” You turn your head to look into his eyes.

König moves his hand from your stomach down to your thigh and lifts your leg up. His hips slowly move faster, letting his primal urges take over as he thrust into you. He closes his eyes and lays his head down, letting the euphoria your slick gummy walls give him take over his whole body.

“Es tut mir Leid, Liebling. I can’t- you feel too good.”

“König, please!” You cry out as the slaps of his hips against your ass ring out in the room as he climbs closer to his climax.

“Y/n, y/n…” König moans out your name as he kisses the back of your neck and slowly continues to thrust into you.

Days later while Felix is at home, his sister comes over and shows him the photos she saw of you with König at the baby shower through social media. Felix sat dumbfounded. You’ve always said you couldn’t have kids. Yet, there you are in the arms of his only child, his biggest mistake, pregnant.

Being a man of money, he gets his way; he gets what he wants. Since the day König was born, he hated the man. He knew he would turn out to be a freak. When he met you, he assumed it was a second chance in life. A young woman to mold into the perfect wife to be able to raise a good child.

Maybe it was all too much for him. A week later you were notified of your husband's death. You go to meet the lawyers. They inform you that since you’re still technically his legal wife, everything will be left to you. A small smile crawls across your face as you realize how wealthy you just became.

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 months ago

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HEAD-TO-HEAD (part XXIII/?)

Summary: Joe thought she was pretty. Had he just said that, things might have been different for them. Maybe they wouldn't have gone head-to-head at each other for three years like it was a contest.

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst/rivals to lovers

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Warnings: brief smut at the beginning (I type as I try to clutch my pearls), mentions of death, language, smoking

A/N: what was supposed to be a whole chapter turned out to be split in two parts. Hopefully, you'll have the continuation to this up tomorrow. Keyword being HOPEFULLY. Enjoy<3

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"Oh God—"

My low voice caught on the edge of a moan, pelvis grinding down, meeting his every thrust with a shudder that made my knees quake.

Rapid breaths and muffled moans accompanied the first lights of yet another Austrian dawn, filtering into the room and peppering Joe's shoulders with faint golden stripes, the thin layer of sweat gleaming over his skin.

"Christ, you feel so good—"

The bed creaked beneath us, wood groaning in rhythm with the slick, desperate slap of skin against skin. My thighs trembled, sore around his hips; his hands kept me steady, bruising into the flesh of them, doing their best to guide me through it.

"Like fuckin'... velvet—Fuck, don't stop." His voice cracked at the end, fucked-out and hoarse, fanning hot across my chest as I leaned in, my forearms thrown on his shoulders for leverage.

"Damnit, Lieb, just... shut up."

Every upward drag of his hips hit something that made my spine arch. My pace faltered for half a second, legs twitching.

"With the way you're movin'?"

He huffed out something that wasn't quite a groan, then bucked up faster. The change in rhythm had me scrambling—my fingers curling around his nape, my lips pressed to his neck. Sweat pooled at the base of my spine.

"Fuck, I'm close—"

"C'mon, sweetheart—shit, I'm right there with you."

Our hips moved in tandem—messy, relentless, obscene. I could feel every inch of him as I dropped my weight, grinding down in a frantic stutter of motion. His hands slipped from my thighs to my ass, dragging me forward as he drove into me just right.

"Fuck!"

I gasped, head lolling back, mouth parted. The curse left my lungs in a sharp, strangled exhale as everything inside me wound up tight, then snapped. My body clenched down around him, pleasure hitting with a force that knocked the air out of me.

Joe groaned—a raw, guttural sound as he spilled into the condom, hips jerking, muscles locking beneath my hands. Trembling arms wrapped around my waist, keeping our bodies pressed as he folded against me.

The world was easier like this, even if just for a couple of hours. Maybe that was why we kept knocking on each other's doors at ungodly hours after a bad day, carrying the feeblest excuse behind our teeth.

'Tab snores like a goddamn freight train' , he had started with this time, not letting a single second pass after I had opened my door to him.

'The hell you want me to do about it?', I had asked, piqued—not because of him, not really. It was the ridiculous pretext, the time, the vicious circle we'd fallen into, and the fact that, despite all that, I had still stepped aside and let him come in.

His shaky fingers skimmed over my spine and tangled into my locks. He coaxed my head forward until I sat upright again, swollen lips brushing the hinge of my jaw.

"You with me?" he asked in a whisper, voice rasped from exhaustion and sex and everything between. I limited myself to nod, a hazy hum reverberating in my throat with still half-lidded eyes.

Joe's hands trailed down my sides to sit on my upper thighs, lazy and eerily familiar. His lips aimed for mine, soft and open in a way he wouldn't allow himself to be anywhere else.

On instinct, I tilted my head to the side—a subtle shift towards my shoulder, absentminded, like I hadn't noticed him at all. His mouth skimmed the edge of my cheek instead. A near-miss that hurt us both.

I shifted back, sliding off his lap with a soft wince, and he helped me stand without a word, his touch lingering for half a second too long before letting go. The bed creaked when he lied back, arms folding over his face like the ceiling had suddenly become too much to look at.

He was too much too look at. So I focused on sorting out both our fatigues, discarded on the room's floor, making a point not to look his way. I was already halfway dressed by the time Joe sat up and joined me in the task of recovering our respective clothes.

We stole a couple of dissonant glances at each other, keeping a safe distance achieved by my decision to stand near the rickety dresser while I threw on my uniform.

Safe. As if anything between us was safe.

I reached for what I thought were my tags on the edge of the dresser, the familiar weight of them heavy on my digits. When I slipped the chain over my head, though, they settled lower than usual. Not mine.

I turned toward Joe, brows drawn as I held the chain out for him. "These are yours."

Joe looked up from his pants, barely hanging on his hips without the belt, blinking like I'd spoken in a language foreign to him. "Right." He muttered after a beat, yanking them from my grasp, intentionally lacking care.

I allowed myself to take in the way he looked, just for a moment; still a bit shaken, trying to battle his restlesness by focusing on making sure every piece of his uniform sat neatly on him. Before he slipped into his undershirt, the cool sunrays caught on something unusual; a rust-colored charm in the edge of the chain, dull against the steel.

"Where'd you get that?" I questioned, hanging my own tags from my neck, cold against warm skin.

"What?" Joe spared me a confused glance, so I nodded at the tiny Star of David resting on his still bare chest. "Ah. A Pole gave it to me." He shrugged, putting on the top part of his uniform. "From Landsberg."

That made me stop mid motion, fingers freezing on the buttons of my jacket. "From Landsberg?" Joe nodded, his expression excessively nonchalant for the topic at hand. "Why would a Pole from Lansberg give you that?"

Another shrug. His eyes refused to meet mine, head casted down as he laced up his boots. "Figured he wanted to thank me."

"Thank you for what?" I willed my hands to work on the upper part of my uniform, as if this was a casual talk we'd have on sentry duty. Joe himself didn't give me an actual answer straight away—just exhaled a huff, like the poor excuse of a conversation was a nuisance to him. "Joe."

"Guess he was happy I shot down the Nazi fucker who put him in that camp."

My eyes widened as my brain failed to take in the unceremoniously laid out statement. "You did what now?"

"Don't use that tone on me." He warned, pausing his motions to look up from his boots with raised brows. "I'm not one of those new replacements you keep mothering around."

"I'm sorry— what tone do you want me to use?" I retorted, sarcasm thick as an immediate response to his attitude.

"I don't need a lecture, alright?" He rose to his feet, hands working on his belt like buckling it required his full attention. "I had direct orders."

"Direct orders." I echoed, my tone dripping with disbelief. "Whose orders?"

Joe let out a dry laugh, facing me for a split second out of habit. "If you don't know whose orders maybe it's 'cause it's none of your damn business."

"Why are you deflecting?" I searched in his gaze for an answer he wasn't willing to give me, confusion and concern mingling in my chest. "Just tell me whose orders."

"Speirs'." He gave in way too quick, sidestepping me in order to reach the door. "And give me a fuckin' break, okay?"

"You want a break?" I turned on my heel to trail after him across the room. "You can't just... casually tell me you killed someone and, I don't know, expect me to let it slide."

"Why the fuck not?" he spun to face me right at the threshold, barely giving me time to halt. "That's what we do, we kill people." I withdrew from him, one of my hands placed on the doorframe between us. I was left gaping, trying and failing to find the right words. He took that as an opportunity to snap harsher, meaner. "Couple weeks in Austria and you forget what the fuck we're doing here."

I bit back harmful retorts that would have wrecked him, and instead reminded him, "The war's over, Joe."

"For you, maybe."

The room fell into a heavy silence, his glare digging into my frame, taunting me. It always ended up like this; a spiteful argument, worth nothing, meant to rip us away from the brief counterfeit peace. Meant to remind us this couldn't happen.

And occasionally, serving as an outlet for deep-rooted pain that had nothing to do with the mess we had gotten ourselves into.

"Did he handpick you?" I inquired with squinted eyes, something similar to protectiveness bubbling in my chest. By the face he pulled, Joe mistook it for a rebuke of some kind.

"Oh, fuck you."

"Okay, you know what? Don't care." I lied, giving my wrist watch a quick check to distract myself. "Drills start in 10 minutes."

"Aye, Sarge." He mockingly saluted me, resentment seeping through his pupils, twinkling in the light illuminating the silent hall. To his dismay, I let the provocation slide, just like I let slide everything else with him these days.

He didn't look back as he left.

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The crisp air had started to bite at my cheeks, blowing off the droplets of sweat on my temples by the time the training ended. Two days had passed since Joe's downplayed confession, and I had yet to stop thinking about it. Because I never seemed learn, I had spent shooting practice asking around. Surprisingly enough, a name had halfheartedly dropped from Babe's mouth.

I scanned the field, my eyes landing on Webster, walking a few paces ahead, his long stride slowing as he noticed me hurrying toward him.

"Hey, Web!" I called, casual yet pointed.

Webster turned his head, a charming smile spreading across his face. "What's up, Sergeant Y/l/n?"

"Jesus, don't call me that." I fell into step beside him, accommodating the M1's strap out of habit more than necessity. "I got an odd question for you."

He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity passing over his face. "...Okay. What is it?"

My gaze drifted toward Joe, standing by the trucks with Ramirez, his laughter carrying faintly on the wind. My stomach twisted. "You know what Joe's been up to lately?"

Webster stalled, the grin fading into cautious confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

I tilted my head to the side, my tone sharpening. "What d'you think I mean?"

He hesitated, sneaking a look at Joe as we passed by the two men. His nervousness was telling. "I..." Webster fumbled, lowering his voice. "You know about it?"

"No, Web. That's why I'm asking." I matched his volume, exasperation creeping into my voice.

Webster exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, physically trying to shake off the discomfort. He leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don't know what's going on. He said he has orders, but when I ask whose orders he just—"

"Speirs'." I interjected flatly, fixing my gaze ahead of us to feign distraction. "Supposedly."

Webster's eyes widened at the new information, and I wondered how much information Liebgott had actually shared with him. "He told you?"

"I don't believe him."

He blinked, the corners of his mouth twitching with unease. With parted lips, he pondered a thought. "You should try to talk him out of it."

My shoulders shook with a scoff. "What makes you think he's gonna listen?"

"Well, for starters, you rank higher." Webster pointed out, trying to sound logical.

"Yeah," I looked over my shoulder and accidentally met Joe's warm irises, drifting to me while Webster and I held the conversation. "as if rank's gonna stop him."

Webster hesitated, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Aren't you two a thing now?"

My head snapped back at the brunette, a wave of panic rushing through my veins. "What?"

"You and Lieb."

"Are you out of your mind?"

Webster looked genuinely taken aback, a hint of embarrassment lighting up his cheeks. "I... Well, I just figured."

"Hell, no." I shook my head with a negative, making sure the man understood the gravity of what he was implying before I resumed walking. "Don't even think that's possible, okay?"

Webster, clearly eager to move past his assumption, pressed on, falling back into step with me. "Okay, just... Why don't you come with me? We’re heading out again, and—"

Again.

I grabbed his sleeve, stopping him mid-sentence to pull him aside. "This wasn't a one-time thing?"

"No..." He sighed, guilt weighing heavy in his voice. "I hate this, Y/n."

I cursed under my breath, my hands landing on my hips, my head low. "Okay." I huffed, my mind racing with different outcomes. It's none of your business, I reminded myself, and I couldn't tell if it sounded like my voice or like Joe's. "Okay," I repeated before meeting Webster's expectant expression. "When are you supposed to head out?"

"In-" he checked his clock, adjusting the grip on his rifle. "Half an hour."

"Half an hour."

It's none of your business.

"Come look for me before you head out." I instructed him, making Web's face light up with hope. "I'll be at the entrance, alright?"

Webster nodded, his face drawn. "Alright."

As he walked off, I stood there for a moment, staring after him before my eyes shifted back to Joe. He was still chatting with Ramirez, as if nothing weighed on him at all. I ran a hand through my hair, anxiety twisting my stomach into uncomfortable knots.

It was none of my business, yet I still found myself at the hotel's front door, sat down on the stoop with a cigarette in hand, willingly waiting for Webster to wrap me into Joe's mess.

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dtrghost · 2 years ago

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nibbles and kisses

this wasn't a request but this was inspired by something... i will simply not tell you what because shhhhh. In my opinion, König is a colonel, his ego is probably bigger than his dick and I don't see him as being as shy as i've seen, definitely has his aspects, but ya know.

könig x f!reader

no use of y/n.

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, and more fluff with some NSFW so MINORS DNI and reader having self deprecating thoughts, possessive colonel, wants you and ONLY, you. there is no plot to this, called headcannons maybe? i just wanted to write this down. mentions of male masturbation, nudes of you, etc.

When König found you, when you finished your conversation that pushed just a bit too long and made him a few minutes late for his brief, he knew he had to keep you. When he witnessed your smile that brightened up his world and caused a warmth to rise up his neck to his cheeks hidden under the safety of his long mask, he knew, as you were the only one to peek through his proud manner. You were flawless to him, pushing aside all of your reasons why he should hate you, why you thought of yourself as undeserving of him, and showing you what his loved looked like.

When he touched you for the first time, feeling the softness of your skin grace along the rough pads of his fingers, god. His usual cocky demeanor cracked, staring at you with wide eyes as he relished the tingles that shot through his body faster than a bullet. From then on, that man was desperate. He craved your touch in any way, anywhere, any time.

Whenever you were in public, he was towering over you as his chest bumped into your back, his hands running up the smooth skin of your arms. hHe'd hold your hand while you walked even though he wasn't one for pda. On base he had a picture of you in his office, smiling a rare, delicate smile he snapped a photo of once that he immediately had framed, a beautiful gold that complimented you in your entirety. After all you deserved the best, even if you weren't there to see it. In spirit, in his mind, you were beyond worthy of it. Your merit was more than gold, more than anything.

The real winner was the locked drawer, a special key that he kept on him at all times to open it, revealing the drawer he dedicated to you when he was gone on missions. He'd always take something with him, a pair of your panties, a shirt that he sprayed every inch of in your perfume, a bottle of your perfume to respray it before he left and when he got back before he hid it again, and his favorite item. He took his time with this one, an album full of your nude photos, some of you fucked out and in a daze as you took his fat cock in you, stretching you to the brim as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in euphoria.

He'd whimper, he the colonel, whimpering for you. Your name breathed out of his mouth as he fucked into his fist, missing the warm tug of your pretty cunt that swallowed him greedily whenever he fucked you. But you did something to him, the thought of you made his skin tingle, his cheeks heat, shivers of pleasure, need, love and want to run up his spine at the very thought of you in his presence.

So when he got home? Shit. Buckle up. If it's the day, which is rare in his line of work, he'll call you beforehand.

"Get ready Meine Liebe, your colonel needs you."

He'd come home to see you in his favorite set of lingerie, leaning on the bed, ready for him to take you in however he needed.

But when it was at night, which was more often than its counterpart, he'd shower first, lock all the doors, close the curtains, it was a prep almost. Then he'd come back to your sweet small form, which is any form because he's 6'10 and 200+ pounds, and he'd coaxed you awake with soft kisses on your skin, starting from your shoulder and building up to your eyelids, feeling your lashes tickle his lips as your eyes fluttered open. He'd eat you out, getting off to the sound of your sweet moans.

He'd watch your head fall back in ecstasy as he curled his long, thick fingers in your sopping cunt, bringing you to more orgasms than you could count before he desperately needed to feel you clamp around his cock. Depending on how long he'd been gone, he likes certain positions over others. When he was gone for a long time, weeks, he would always favor missionary. He loved watching you cry for him, tears running down your pretty cheeks as he fucked into you, moaning as he watched you stretch to accommodate his length.

"Fuck, taking me like you were made for me. So ein gutes mädchen."

While yes, König loved making love to you, slowly, passionately, intimately, he was a man with needs. Whether it was day or not, he would fuck you, manhandle you, in any way he wanted.

"So needy for me Maus. Such a good girl for your colonel."

"You missed me mein leibling? you missed my fat cock stretching your pretty little pussy out? i know i did."

He would breed you, the mating press, all of it. He'd cum more than once too, until it hurt, because you just felt too good around him, the tightness of your hole constricting around him being enough to keep him going for what felt like forever.

But when he was done, oh the aftercare. He'd pepper kisses all over you, shower you, feed you and make sure you drink enough water, all while whispering sweet nothings to you, how pretty you are, how perfect you are. Then he'd take you to bed, laying on top of you, knowing that if anything were to happen god forbid, he would protect you, his frame completely covering yours. He coax you to sleep with soft kisses on your neck, your cheeks, your chin and your jaw, nibbling on your lobe with sweet words that carried you into a dream on cloud nine.

He loved you, he owned you, just as you owned him.

So ein gutes mädchen: such a good girl.

SO yeah. Colonel König 🫡. Gotta love him. Anyway hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading!!

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konigslittleliebling · 1 year ago

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So I've been reading a few of your fics for könig and call girl, and I am curious!! How would könig react to call girl being mistreated by one of her clients! Man is already possessive over her, so I'm curious how ballistic he'll be at hearing or seeing her hurt.!!

he’d go berserk, love. call girl!reader masterlist !!

mdni. hurt/comfort, injury, heavy implications of sa, protective!könig, sugar daddy dynamics, flat-out first-degree murder.

pic cr; in picture !

you’d come to him in tears, brittle fingers jabbing repetitively into his doorbell and hysterical hands punching at his door. he was surprised to see you, not only unbid — but in such a fucking state.

your make up, usually dewy and flawless, was caked and blotted — black tracks of mascara dyeing your cheeks and lipstick smeared across your chin, smudging over the clammy surface of your expensive foundation.

it wasn’t until you threw yourself against him, collapsing into the safety and familiarity of his arms that he noticed, you were bleeding. not profusely, not that it would matter how much nor how little.

only with every cautious and delicate wipe that he took to your face with a warm washcloth did he uncover the bruises, derivatives of an aggravated fist. the skin beneath both of your puffy, tear-damp eyes were further blackening by the second, a small but otherwise deep gash cut into the bridge of your nose.

but still, he was silent. face stoic and eyes void of sentiment. you’re aware of his front — in the sense that it’ll never crumble. you knew he was enraged behind his facade, mouth stapled into a horizontal line — hiding the grit of his teeth and the clench of his jaws.

until he asked you to part your legs for him having clocked the ripped material of your dishevelled dress, the crusted scrapes and grazes that your thighs modelled beneath it.

you’d hesitated, shivering like a leaf. his palms had found your knees, rubbing them gently before gradually pulling them apart. “i asked him to stop.” you defended yourself of any wrongdoing. you’d made him a promise, now broken. you said you’d stop doing this — seeing ex-clients. if you needed the money, you go to könig.

but he didn’t blame you. he shushed you, large digits tucking an aloof stand of hair behind your pierced ear. so his hands returned to the thing he feared for the most, and lifted your skirt by its tattered seam. your inner and upper thighs were peppered with fingertip-shaped markings, some encircled by tiny incisions whereby fingernails were the culprit.

your knickers were a little torn and had been yanked to the side, just enough to make you accessible. something else appeared torn too. bleeding and swollen. you flinched when könig shot upright, chair flying from underneath him.

“lock the door behind me.” he’d told you. growled and accented. “run yourself a bath, get yourself anything you need. i will be back soon.”

you’d asked him where he was going, begged him not to leave you alone. he didn’t stop to chat, aside from when he paused at the door to ask you for a name. that was all he’d need. he hadn’t glanced back when you told him, ‘david’. only nodded, departing with nothing but his bare hands and fury.

now he stands before your curled frame on his settee, a gauze taped to your forehead and a plaster stuck to your nose. your bloodshot eyes peruse him, observing the fresh maroon that’s painted the canvas of his shirt, tarnished the scarred skin of his hands and the majority of his arms. it’s even splattered over his face like spilt milk.

he sits beside you, one purple-knuckled hand drifting to rest atop your bent leg whilst the other remains besieged in a bucket of ice. “what did you do?” you ask, whispered. he hushes you again, head falling back as he closes his eyes. “do not worry, mein liebe. he will not hurt you again.”

“no one will.”

#✎𓂃𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #ᝰ 𝐾𝑜̈𝑛𝑖𝑔 #konig x reader #konig x female reader #konig x y/n #konig x you #konig x fem reader #könig x you #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #könig drabble #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig x fem reader #könig x female reader

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venenna · 4 months ago

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Love is a form of sentiment

Michael Kaiser x Reader

A/n: HEYAA ITS SATURDAY WHICH MEANS ANOTHER FIC!! Its a bit self-indulgent cuz i personally struggle with psychology, and i used my own book as source material so most info used should be correct. Maybe a bit occ but i tried my best. Also suggestive at the end. Ty @crystxlseesu for proof reading

Coming home from your first day of classes, exhaustion evident on your face, you throw your bag down pulling out your psychology book and note book.

This semester will be the death of you! There's so many terms to remember, and half of the stuff being told is nowhere to be seen in the book(probably because its been out of date for god knows how many decades).

You lock the door behind you, after doing so u make a beeline towards the dining table. Spreading all your materials on there.

You get your trusty markers and start highlighting your heart away(as if you knew what was important).

Soon enough, 15 whole pages were colored orange. And you're trying to make out the important bits, and by the looks of it you didn't know what was or wasn't important.

That's fine, absolutely fine! You'll just read everything and you'll be able to make it out for sure!

Nothing makes sense... After spending almost an hour reading your poor excuse of highlighting you still don't understand shit. And so you've given up on the book, tossing it aside.

Your new friend is your note book, surely you got something of help in there!

And.... You were wrong. Your note book had words that didn't even exist in your language, congratulations for making a whole new language! Sure there were some helpful information like the basic emotions:

Happiness (something you'd never feel again)

Anger (your new companion for studying)

Fear and (emotion that will follow into exam hall)

Sadness (a frequent visitor from now on)

Factors of stress (im sure you got to know each other quite well):

Everyday life problems

Big changes in life

Frustrations and obstacles in meeting needs

Or certian personality traits as stress factor

Other than that you were left empty handed.

Now you were starting to feel frustration, nothing was making sense, your head is a mess from whole day of classes, and man your eyes were stinging... wait huh?

And before you knew it you pushed everything down from the table tears of frustration running down your cheeks. Burying your head in your elbow you let out a scream, which felt oddly liberating however you were still frustrated.

As the door clicked open to reveal your dear boyfriend, the one and only Michael Kaiser.

He was... intrigued by the state he found his lover, you, in. As he closed the door he slowly walked towards you, a sly smirk gracing his sharp features. Coming up behind you placing his hands on your shoulders he leans over you looking at the mess you made.

"Well hello to you meine liebe, you've had an eventful day im guessing?"

“Go away, im not in the mood Michael." Your voice coming out muffled.

“Oh? That wont do.” He said and you could hear the grin in his voice. He was leaning over your shoulder, hand on the table next to your notes. “Tell me, schatz. What’s bothering you?”

Slowly lifting up your head to look at him, eyes red from crying and your voice a bit hoarse from the scream you let out earlier.

"You want to listen?"

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Would i have asked if i didn't?"

And so you express to him your frustrations on psychology and how you didn't except for it to be so... difficult!

Kaiser lets out a low chuckle.

"Is that all schatz? I find psychology quite easy"

"Huh?! Are you mental?"

He just shrugs, that smug smirk plastered on his face.

"I've read a lot of books on it, i like to know how humas tick, its easy to understand really."

You stare at him dumbfounded.

You had to swallow your pride for the next words you were about to utter.

"Sit your ass down, and explain... Please?"

His smirk grew even wider(if it was even possible), he liked seeing you dependant on him.

"Well since you asked so nicely meine liebe, sure ill help you, it won't be that difficult after all."

Kaiser pushed himself from the table and walked into your shared bedroom.

After returning he put on his glasses as he pulled a chair next to you.

"Here's how it goes schatz.."

He started explaining the concept of emotions with such ease, and you understood every word. And you had to admit he looked good while doing it, legs crossed as he scanned over your material with such grace. And he continued to explain to you in detail everything you need to know, but made fun of you not understanding in the first place. He is an ass...but he is your ass.

There were still some stuff you didn't understand, but most of it made sense now after he explained.

"See what did i tell you? Its simple." He smirked while twirling some of your hair around his finger. Damn him! He knew what he was doing!

"Thanks Mihya..." A mischievous idea popped up in your fried brain.

You stood up leaning towards him and playing with collar of his shirt.

"Thanks for your help, maybe i could offer something in return?" You said smirking at him.

Oh.... Maybe he should help you more often.

A/n2: AND THANKS TO @dimsumo FOR HELP. i hope you enjoyed!!

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opheliachoii · 6 months ago

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ᜊ 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 ᜊ

FEATURING : Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser, Oliver Aiku, and Itoshi Rin

ABOUT : Them as your long distance fiancé, which will unexpectedly becomes your husband in near time. In which you kept your pain, because you couldn't have the right time to tell them about you and your baby.

Note : These are short scenarios for each characters, I was inspired by the song "When She Cries" by Restless Heart. Enjoy reading!

=͟͟͞͞➳❥ Itoshi Sae

— You breathed heavily, as you felt nauseous all of a sudden. Timing, your fiancé Sae called. "Hello? Honey! How are you? Currently in Barcelona Airport, I was gonna surprise you that I was coming home, but I couldn't seem to decide what to bring, so gotta tell you instead! How's our new house in London—? H-hello? Baby? Are you there?" You couldn't respond as you were already in the bathroom puking on the toilet.

"Honey! Hello? Are you okay? Hello?" He kept bugging but you were already in the urge to grab a pregnancy test and took it quickly "Honey, this isn't funny. I hear some rattling in the background, what are you doing?"

You gasped as you saw the results. "Positive." You sternly spoke "Positive? What do you mean pos— oh. Oh. My. Gosh. BABY! PLEASE REST! I'LL BE HOME 6 HOURS IN TIME, PLEASE BARE WITH ME!" You suddenly cried because you couldn't bare the pain you're feeling right now.

Shit. Don't tell me she's..

— Timeskip —

Sae came home just in time, he was carrying a lot of stuff, but he dropped everything except a bottle of water and some pills.

"BABY I'M HERE! I KNEW I HAD TO TRAVEL BACK TO YOU FOR A CERTAIN REASON! I just had a feeling.." There you laid on the corner of the bed, still feeling nauseous.

"Sae, b-baby, I'm.." You stuttered. "Shh.. I know, I'm here. I got water, and some pills to reduce the nausea you're feeling."

He knelt down towards your belly level "So you're coming soon huh? Better take care of your mom here, she's getting dizzy and sick, I don't want that you know" You slightly chuckle "Love, you're so weird." You stated.

"Oh, if I'm weird, I wonder how the little one will be- I'll be teaching this little buddy how to play soccer the moment they come out- but- what if it's a girl— EVEN BETTER!" He ran around the room like a kid full of excitement, this wasn't his typical way of acting, but he was way too excited to be a father. You suddenly cried, "Baby, hey, why are you crying? I'm here now!" He gently sat next you "I-" You sniffled "I thought I was going to suffer alone.. I thought you wouldn't come back.. I thought I would end up being a single moth—"

"Shh" Sae placed his index finger on your lips, signaling you to no longer continue "Honey, I'm here. You're not suffering alone, You won't be taking care of this baby alone. I've been out of the country because of my career, but now, I can set aside my soccer career. Taking care of you and the baby is much more important, don't worry. I've cancelled all my schedules, I'm free the whole year. If I needed to go back to Spain, I'll make sure you'll come along this time. At least I can keep an eye on you" He pecked your forehead as reassurance.

"I will never leave you, so don't cry, it hurts seeing you cry and suffering with pregnancy. I love you okay?" He kissed you once again and you nodded as you felt reassured everything was alright.

=͟͟͞͞➳❥ Michael Kaiser

— You and Kaiser were happily talking with each other through the phone, as you were sipping tea in your balcony floor, admiring the view from there as you talked with the love of your life.

"Once our final game is done meine liebe, I'll come home straight to you and we'll binge watch your favourite series the whole night, how does that sound? Hmm?" His voice muttered from the other end of the phone "I'd love that schatz, I'll be wait—" "Baby? Liebe? Hello? You were saying?" Kaiser's eyes widen as he heard vomit noises from the end of your line "Baby? Are you okay? Hello?" Your voice echoed the bathroom as you cried, you hated the feeling when you puke, it was the worst "Liebe? Are you vomiting?" Kaiser was already too worried "Baby I think I'm—" You continuously vomited. "Ahh!! Where's the pregnancy test?" You yelled.

"Preg— PREGNANCY TEST?!?! SCHATZ DON'T TELL ME.. Fuck." He ended the call immediately.

You didn't noticed he ended the call because you were too stunned from what you saw right in front of you.

"P-positive? No way.. It can't be.. He's still away for three months.." You felt nauseous once again and went back to the toilet seat to puke.

— Timeskip —

"Shit, shit, shit" Kaiser cussed as he was packing stuff in his luggage. "Michael? Where are you off to?" Ness barged in without notice "I'm going back to Germany." Kaiser coldly spoke "Huh? But our training has not completed yet- besides, what's the rush? You told your fiancé that you'll be back after three months."

"Correction, my wife. And she needs me, soccer can wait. Tell Ego, I'm heading out, I'll make it all up, but cannot promise as well. For now, my liebe needs me." Kaiser seriously stated as he finishes packing.

"I'll be going now, tell Yoichi he's in charge now, ciao!"

"I- but-" Kaiser didn't let Ness finish and he slams the door from behind. Ness sighed "It's like he's having a baby or something-" He just shrugged and went off to tell everyone what happened.

— Timeskip —

Kaiser arrived just in time. He unloaded his luggages and extra stuff from the back of his car "Gosh, I hope these stuff will help her.."

He arrived towards your room, he sees you resting peacefully in bed. He caressed your cheeks and kissed your forehead "I'm home meine liebe." He scanned around the room, and saw your leftover tea outside the balcony, and he took it and closed the unclosed sliding door from the balcony.

He surveilled the bathroom as he saw what a mess it was, and he saw a pregnancy test lying on the bathroom counter "Fuck, it's positive?! YAHOO!!" His loud voice woke you up.

"Micha?" You swore you heard a familiar voice. "Liebe!" Your ears rang as you heard it clearly.

You jumped from startledness as Kaiser came out the bathroom with the pregnancy test in his hand. "SCHATZ?!? WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!?" He jumped for joy as he immediately pounced himself in bed with you kissing you non-stop.

You suddenly cried. "Liebe, why are you crying? I'm here!"

You suddenly laughed "Micha.. It's just that, I thought you would come back much more later.. I did not expect you to come home so early.. I'm overwhelmed.." You spoke lightly.

"Oh my süßer Schatz, I can already sense, wait no, I felt you were in need, especially you're carrying our mini us. It's unacceptable if you're suffering alone" His words made your tears fall "Aww Micha.."

"Now now, you want ice cream? As soon as I landed, that was the first thing I bought for you" He proudly said, which made you laugh "That's the pretty smile I wanted to see, now I'll go get it okay? I'm sure little one wants one too hmm?" He spoke to your belly. He kissed your tummy and your lips "Ich liebe dich, schatz. Remember that. I'll go grab the ice cream and extra snacks and we'll watch the series? Like I promised" He winked at you as he left the room to grab the food he mentioned.

You simply laughed, too lucky to have loving fiancé, or should I say, husband, and a father of your future child.

=͟͟͞͞➳❥ Oliver Aiku

— You were cooking ramen for your dinner, as a way to stop your stress over your fiancé Oliver Aiku. He was quite a pain in the ass, but, despite your fiery anger towards him, deep inside you were wishing he would show actions as a proper fiancé.

As you were cooking, tears started to flow. Mood swings suddenly hit you out of the blue. You wiped your tears, turned off the stove and went to the dining room to eat. You were thinking your menstruation was coming up, so you didn't bother to worry.

You were alone, as usual. Aiku has been very busy with his soccer career, and he's always either with Shidou or Sendou. You didn't mind because both were also your friends and constantly updates you wherever they are when Aiku couldn't.

Sendou sent a voice message using Aiku's number saying; "Hey Mrs. Aiku~ your fiancé is at it again, so many people interviewing your bae, what a busy man he is, don't worry, his fangirls won't be able to approach him because I lead them to me and Shidou instead! And damn they're hot!"

You simply let out a small chuckle as you were listening to their update, but at the same time you sighed, wishing Aiku himself would update you instead.

You left your phone open as you went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

— Timeskip —

You came out the bathroom looking fresh as you just came out from showering. You were about to grab your novel to read when your phone rang, it was Aiku's number, you prayed it was Aiku who was calling this time, but sighed as you saw Shidou instead. "What now?" You let out a tone of annoyance "Hey bae! Just wanted to call on behalf of your hubby, he asked how were you?" Shidou spoke.

"Eh? He could've just told me directly- is he really that bus—" You paused for a bit, as you swore you felt a painful twist in your stomach "Really that what?" Shidou asked "I said is he really that busy to the point he couldn't ask me direct—" You paused again.

"Bae, if you keep on pausing on a wrong timing for fun- stop it, it's not funny" He sassily rolled his eyes "Wait- I need to go to the bathroom real quick.." You went to the bathroom and leaned your phone near the mirror, still on video call with Shidou.

"Uhm- bae? You good— oh my goodness-" You vomited and cried "I'm not feeling well Ryu.. I don't feel good.." You vomited once again "Oh shit- SENDOU!! CALL AIKU IMMEDIATELY! HIS WIFEY IS PUKING RAINBOWS AND SHIT-" Shidou panicked.

You cared less on what's happening on call, you couldn't think straight because your stomach really hurt and the nauseous feeling is taking over, you suddenly cried because of the pain your feeling right now "Shit, must've been the ramen that I ate.." You gaslighted yourself "Bae! When was the last time you had your period?"

You paused for a moment..

"NO! IT CAN'T BE!" You yelled as it echoed around the bathroom as you intensely find a pregnant test somewhere in the room.

"Bingo! Shit, this can't be." You groaned as you took the test.

Silence took over the atmosphere "Uh- Bae? Hello? Sendou! She's quiet!" Shidou panicked again. "Huh? Hello? Our beloved Mrs. Aiku! You good there?" Sendou asked from the end of the line.

You suddenly let out a sharp scream "DAMN WOMAN- CALM DOWN!" Shidou yelled back.

"I'M FUCKING PREGNANT.. IT'S POSITIVE!" You cried "Well shit, I'm telling Aiku, if he ain't listening I'm going to smack the shit out of 'em" Sendou spoke as Shidou ended the call.

You sat there in the bathroom floor spacing out, you soon started crying, knowing that Oliver wouldn't be able to be by your side during your pregnancy days. You sighed and suddenly felt nauseous once again and felt to urge to vomit once more.

— Timeskip —

The front door has been slammed open, with running feet speeding up the stairs.

"My beloved!" Aiku barged in the room, looking for an nauseous fiancé. He checked the bathroom and saw how messy it was, and the smell of vomit was still a bit humid.

"Shit. Where is she?" He scanned every corner of the room until he spotted you spacing out on the couch of the balcony, your eyes being lifeless looking. He soon felt guilt all over him.

He slowly opened the sliding door leading outside the balcony "Baby? I-I'm sorry... I'm here now.." Silence. Silence was the only reply he got from you. "Is it true? It's positive? I-I'm going to be a father?" Still silence.

He sadly sighed and knelt down to see your eyes "My love? Please, talk to me.."

Your eyes soon teared up "You're the one to talk." You replied coldly. "Baby, I'm at fault here I know, I just wanted to clarify if I'm gonna be a fath—"

"WHO SAID YOUR GOING TO BE A FATHER? AFTER HOW YOU TREATED ME?" Aiku went silent. "You asked me to marry you and I said yes, and this is the treatment that I received?!! I feel the mockery Oliver.." You cried.

Oliver gulped "I'm sorry okay? I've been so busy, relying that I finally got a soon-to-be wife, but I forgot to give time.." Your tears continuously flowing.

"Hey baby, don't cry, it's not healthy for the baby.. I don't want to harm you and our child.. You want me here? I'll do it. I'll sacrifice my soccer career. I'll be a proper husband and a father." He stated.

"All you do is talk. Not a single action shown." You replied with a weak tone, tears still flowing.

A few seconds you felt surprised because Aiku is now carrying you in bridal style "Hey! Put me down!" You demanded "You said wanted some action, I'll show you what I just said, I mean it. Again, I'm sorry my baby, can you forgive me?" He asked in a pleading tone.

"Make me." He suddenly kissed you, a soft and warm kiss, which melted your heart. He pecked your cheeks, nose, and forehead after "Now can you forgive me?" You chuckled. "Fine, but I'm still mad at you. I only ate ramen for dinner just so you know." Aiku's eyes widened.

"Am I hearing it right? Ramen?! I don't think so, that's not healthy for the baby. I'll make you soup, it's much more healthier" He demanded "Pfft- since when can you cook?" "Pardon me? I can cook, I just couldn't show you because I was too busy, now I'm here, you'll know" He winked.

You couldn't help but to giggle over his cheesy expression.

A few minutes passed he came with the soup as promised "Here my love, served warm and tasty~" He said as he sat next to you on the bed. He soon fed you spoonful of the soup "Mmm! Tasty indeed! Wow honey, you do cook! Cook for me some time please!" You praised "From now on I'll cook for you everyday!" "Promise?"

"Promise."

— Timeskip —

Shidou and Sendou arrived with extra foods and drinks, "You almost lost the keys- we could've been locked outside-" Sendou said "Eh- they're here anyway, they can open up for us" Shidou replied.

"What if they're asleep-" Sendou added as he placed the paper bags filled with foods and drinks. "Nah they're still up, LOVEBIRDS WE'RE HERE!" Shidou yelled.

"Oh for crying out loud Shidou keep it down!" Sendou spoke sternly as they went up the stairs.

"I told you they're still— awake.." Shidou lowered his voice as he approached your room "See what I mean-" Sendou stated.

You and Aiku were comfortably sleeping in bed cuddling and Aiku continuously caressing your hair. Aiku slowly opened his eyes and spotted his friends and did the "shh" expression, as a sign to keep it down.

Both gave him a thumbs up and Shidou quickly took a pic of you two peacefully resting and swiftly went back downstairs.

Aiku had enough of his friends mischief, he checked up on you and saw you calmly resting, a smile plastered on his face.

"I'm never hurting your precious soul again.." He whispered and gently gave you a peck on the forehead, and he gently went back to sleep.

=͟͟͞͞➳❥ Itoshi Rin

— You finally rested as you've just finished your spring cleaning. You let out a sigh, opening your phone with no notifications from him.

"As usual, no update from him.." You closed your phone and decided to read a novel to pass the time.

The novel you read made your tears drop as you relate to the main character of the story, having a cold and airy fiancé is quite hard.

You closed the novel and stared at the ceiling blankly. You thought of something on how to get Rin's attention. But you suddenly remembered, he still has that caring and loving side. Suddenly your phone popped up an notification, it said;

Rin : [ Hello love, I'll be coming home later in the evening, what do you want for a souvenir? ]

You let out a small chuckle, you seemed so contented and happy from a single notification from him.

Your brows suddenly furrowed, as you felt nauseous and weird, you tried to brush it off with a smile. But as you were replying, that uneasy feeling came back again.

You felt the urge to vomit so you quickly went to the bathroom and threw your phone to the bed, but as you threw your phone out of impatience, you accidentally pressed the call button.

But, Rin immediately answered it. Which was a miracle, but he wasn't the type to really ignore you, he proposed to you for a reason, he loves you.

"Hello? Darling? Uhm- your camera seems to be facing the ceiling-" Rin felt confused "So- uhm- about my question- you kept typing, I expected a long message but—" He paused as he heard a vomit from the end of your line "Honey?!" His tone suddenly changed "Hello?!?" He kept calling your name but no response, instead he keeps hearing you vomit from a distance.

"Shit, never knew this time would be coming.." He said as he ended the call.

On the other hand, you tried to gasp for air. You couldn't help but sob "What is going on with me?!" You cried.

You spaced out for a bit and vomited again.

You went back to bed to see your phone laying on the spot, you noticed some notifications, so you continued messaging Rin without knowing what happened before.

You : [ Anything Rin! I'll accept anything! Thank you for asking! Your presence is what I need the most tho :( ]

After messaging Rin, you decided to take a nap.

— Timeskip —

Rin finally arrived, barging in as if someone was chasing him. "Darling?!! I'm home!" He yelled as he placed all his stuff down and running up the stairs panting.

"HONEY!"

"AHH-" You gasped as you immediately sat up from your slumber "Rin?! What happened?!" You worriedly asked.

Rin ran towards you with a worried face "Are you okay? I brought everything you need" You suddenly felt overwhelmed as his actions were different so suddenly. "H-huh? Rin? Is everything okay?" You seemed confused.

"Oh my gosh" He grabbed a pregnancy test from his pocket "Here take this." He said as he assisted you all the way to the bathroom "What is this? H-hey!" He shuts the door for you.

A few minutes passed as he was walking back and forth from the bedroom, waiting for you to come out, when you did, he immediately checked up on you "So?"

You gulped "I-I'm.." You cried "Shh.. Hey.. Tell me" He sweeps a stray tuft of hair off your face so he could see you clearly. "I'm pregnant.." He went silent for a moment and gave you some space.

You were scared, so you silently cried.

"WOOHOO!! I'M FINALLY GOING TO BE A FATHER! I'M TELLING NII-CHAN!!" He happily yelled as he hugged you tightly.

"Why are you crying? Hey, I'm happy.. Finally.. I'm sorry if I couldn't be here in time.." He kissed your cheek.

You cried even more now, your a crying mess "I just wanted you here!! I'm so lonely in this huge mansion.." He suddenly chuckled "I'm sorry, you know there's a reason why I'm always away right?" You nodded. "I missed you a lot too, I'm just- not good at expressing on what I feel. I'm sorry.."

You went silent for a moment. "I'm sorry for not knowing that.. Why don't let's help each other hmm?" You suggested.

"That's a good suggestion darling, great timing. I won't be away for awhile, so I'll be here doing husband and father duties." He coldly stated, but you felt the care in his tone at the same time.

"I love that!"

"I love you." He said as he cupped your cheeks to kiss you warmly.

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hoosier-zaddy · 4 months ago

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König!Cheating Husband

(mdni!)

You stared at the text message on König's phone, 'I can't wait to see you again.' Suddenly, everything started to make sense—the strange behavior, the distance, and the inexplicable tension that had crept into your relationship ever since he returned from his deployment. He was cheating on you.

When he came out of the bathroom, he immediately noticed the expression on your face. Concern etched across his features, he approached you and softly asked, "What's wrong, meine liebe?"

Skipping the bullshit, you threw his phone in his face without a word. with a silent huff, and a scorching red face, went into your closet to get your duffle bag to pack your belongings.

He caught the phone just before it could hit his face, staring at you in confusion for a brief moment before realization dawned on him. He knew he was caught. He let out a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he called out to you, "(Y/N) please... let me explain."

He took a hesitant step towards the closet, his hands raised as if to show his innocence, though he knew there was none.

You abruptly stopped and snapped your head to the side, glaring at him for a moment. You swore you were seeing red, but despite the rage you felt inside, you bit down your tongue and cheek meat, restraining from giving him anymore attention or energy.

You quickly went back to packing your clothes and shoes, before shoving your smaller frame past the colossal austrian man, and grabbing the rest of your personal electronics from your shared bedroom.

He stepped aside to let you pass, his usually strong and stoic figure replaced with a man overwhelmed with guilt and shame. As you grabbed your electronics, he couldn’t help but say, "(Y/), please... I love you." His voice cracked, fighting back tears for the first time since he was a child. He knew he had to let you go, at least for now, but he couldn’t bring himself to make it easier for you to leave.

As you gathered the last of your materials, you spun to look at the man you once thought would never betray your trust and love. Silent tears swelled in your eyes as you shook with anger, laboriously inhaling and exhaling.

You opened your mouth, but decided against saying anything in the same second. Instead, you ripped off your wedding band and chucked it at him before exiting the bedroom, making your way out of his apartment.

He flinched as the ring hit his chest, falling to the floor with a clatter. The sound echoed through the room like a final nail in the coffin of their relationship. He stood there, frozen, as he heard your footsteps retreat down the hallway.

You reached for your keys on the kitchen island, and flinched when your eyes shifted to look at the vase of your favorite flowers, freshly picked. It made your blood boil. What you thought was a token gesture of love and affection from your husband–was actually a facade. In a fit of frustration, you picked up the vase and threw it down with all your might, not caring about leaving glass for him to clean, before finally grabbing your car keys and exiting the apartment, slamming the door as hard as possible.

Inside, König slumped against the wall, sliding down to the floor as he heard your car engine start and drive away. The sound of your silenced sobs echoed in his mind, each one a dagger twisting in his heart. He buried his head in his hands, finally letting some tears swell.

König's phone began to ring through the halls. His stomach dropped when he heard it chiming, a small part of him hoped it was you, calling to scream at him, to yell, anything but the silence. But as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, he saw that it was his mistresses calling.

inspired prompt by 👸🏻DARA on Chai

my english is not that great, but i hope you all enjoyed, more to come¡

(darker themes in future chapters)

part 2 part 3 part 4

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