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Little Mouse Masterlist

(König x F! Reader)

Tags: Dark König, Hunter/prey, Cat and mouse, Abductions, Rescues, Slow burn, Villain x Hero, Kidnapping, Injury, Interrogations

Summary:

During a routine covert op, you and Gaz are attacked by an unknown assailant, one who takes your unconscious form and carries you away into the night.

"Hello, little Maus."

Little Mouse

The First Time

Cornered

The Witching Hour

Wolverine

Factions

To Tame

Machinations

Ruin

Unravel

The Lark

Extraction

The Hunt

Drabbles:

The Underground

Edelweiss

Still

Dearest Insubordinate

Babysitter Duty

Fic tag: Fic: Little Mouse

More to come soon!

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Colonel König / Cruel Intentions

Part 8: I Put a Smile On My Face

Just a short little update before the main juicy MEAL of the next part 🌚 I hope everyone enjoys ❤️

Masterlist | Previous Part

“Babe—babe this and babe that—who uses such a fucking bland word!?”

“Evidently, someone who has made a move quicker than you, my friend.”

König glares at Krueger across the smoke-filled table, baby blues suddenly burning so brightly they could scorch the wooden surface. He’s in the sourest mood any of them have ever seen. Even Nikto didn’t challenge him to shuffle the battered card deck, usually a point of argument at the beginning of their poker games.

Horangi nudges a stack of notes into the pool, indicating he’s in for the next draw, and Krueger takes a deep drag on his cigarette.

“Do not look at me like that,” he snaps at the Colonel, whose baleful stare is still fixed on him. “She has been eating out of the palm of your hand for weeks. It is your own fault.”

“Bullshit!” snarls König right back, leaning forward furiously, then shielding his cards from Horangi’s roving gaze. “I have been nothing but a gentleman!”

“Yes, exactly! This is the problem, moron!” Krueger tilts his head warily as the knuckles on König’s hand turn white with tension. “She thinks you are not interested—because you are playing the nice guy.”

“I am not taking advice on my love life from you.” König laughs without humour. “The man who could not hold a relationship together with superglue.”

“Say what you want, I am the one who got laid last night while you fucked your fist.”

Horangi instinctively scoots his chair back, clearly ready for a fight to break out. For a moment, that seems likely, every muscle in König pulling taut as his jaw grinds. His eyes flash furiously, thick forearms bunching with the silent promise of a punch, the satisfaction of bones crunching as dented pride is restored with a wrestling match.

Except it doesn’t. Instead, he bites back his retort, focusing on his hand. The look König gives the cards in front of him suggests each one has personally wronged him in the last five minutes and he’s gleefully anticipating their downfall.

“Anyway,” Krueger continues brutally, flicking ash on the laminate floor. “You are the boss, no? Just send this Evans out on a doomed mission and it is problem solved.”

“I am not doing that.” König replies flatly.

“Nikto will kill him for you—heh, brother?!”

Nikto looks up irritably.

“Da, for payment.”

“I would do it for free,” grunts Horangi. “The little prick has it coming; he is always in trouble, and not the good kind.”

“No one is killing him.” König sighs heavily, finally calming down enough to relax into his chair again. His shoulders slump with defeat, blues flattening distinctly. “I just want her to be happy. If it is with this guy… so be it.”

A silence blooms after that, each man lost in thought. It’s unusual to see their Colonel in such a state, melancholy and resigned. Nikto eyes König shrewdly, glacial gaze calculating.

“You need a plan.”

“Eh?” König frowns at him, and so does Krueger. So rarely does Nikto speak about anything other than work; it’s rather alarming.

“A plan. A strategy to solve this problem with tactics.”

Faintly confused, König glances at Horangi, who mirrors his blank expression, then shrugs.

“You know—this is not a bad idea. Maybe you should think of her pussy as a building you need to breach, Colonel?!” Krueger starts to chuckle malevolently, his shoulders caving with humour.

“I swear, the next words you utter about my secretary will be your last, Sebastian.” Growls König warningly, while the other man rasps with laughter. Horangi hides his own snort of mirth in a cough that fools no one.

“Make a plan.” Nikto lays a royal flush of hearts down in front of him, then starts to collect the pool of notes in the winnings pile nonchalantly. “Then watch the romance all fall into place.”

“Why look at you, the Romeo of KorTac!” Grins Krueger, nudging Nikto with an elbow. “Is this how you persuaded your delightful wife to stick around?!”

Nikto pauses for a second, then gives Krueger an uncharacteristically sly grin, his mask quirking.

“I do not kiss and tell.”

For the rest of the evening, König contemplates Nikto’s mysterious statement, thoughts of plans and manoeuvres confusingly swirling around his brain. Quite how to align the parts of himself that exist on the battlefield with the sweet and gentle nature you possess, he has no idea.

Several stacks of cash down as a consequence of his intense distraction, König sinks onto his mattress wearily. Not even the lure of the half-finished book on his nightstand is enough to distract him.

It’s a poetry collection, not his usual style, but the bright flowers on the cover made him think of you. Several pages are tabbed up with neat, rectangular markers—sections he particularly enjoyed that one day he hoped he could show you.

The lighting in his room is soft; only a small lamp in the corner remains on. König watches the shadows stirred from beyond the curtains play on the ceiling. A fierce surge of fury blooms in his chest at the thought of you and Evans, hand in hand on some candlelit table, and he’s forced to rub his knuckles into his eyelids to cull the red mist descending on his vision.

Honestly, he isn’t sure what’s worse: the thought of your date going well, or the idea that Evans might not be treating you with the unflinching adoration you deserve. Where has he taken you? Surely the grimy bar just off base isn’t an appropriate place for a first date? König would never take you there. The floor is too sticky, the liquor poured in less-than-generous measures.

With a groan and a biting sigh, König buries his face into the pillows, not even bothering to undress. On a loop, he replays Krueger’s words, chiming annoyingly where only sweet hope used to flourish.

This is his fault. You don’t want a gentleman; instead, you’d prefer him at his most feral. Moodily, König contemplates it, how carefully he’s guarded that tempestuous side of himself in your presence. Refusing to expose you to the delicious need he has to sink his teeth into your plush flesh, to play with you until your eyes are hazy and unfocused with pleasure.

He thought it would be too much, but it seems his restraint is altogether not enough. It’s a precarious thing, one he’s unfamiliar with. So often in the past, he’s frightened pretty girls off with his greed.

König didn’t want to overwhelm you, but equally, he must accept that in doing that, perhaps he hasn’t been as direct. Maybe you are confused, such a sweet and gentle little thing. He can’t blame you, would never hold that against the person whose smile is stamped behind his eyelids.

You are the thing he wants most in the world. Coveted like the finest treasure. Another man is a complication, one he’d love to snap the neck of in the same way one might a pesky thief. The only challenge Evans realistically presents is in how you might feel about him. Otherwise, he is an unworthy competitor in every way.

König suddenly sits bolt upright, staring into the dimness around him, the plain whitewashed walls glowing eerily going unnoticed. He grasps at it, the path ahead of him growing clearer, each step to the kingdom of your affection unveiled as though floodlights are illuminating it.

He doesn’t need to waste time killing Evans.

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Idly, you waste time endlessly checking your hair in the bathroom mirror. Then you frown at your outfit, wondering whether you should change for the third time or if that’s entirely too desperate for a random Friday.

It doesn’t matter. Nothing really matters, actually, because your stupid date last night was appalling and your even more stupid crush won’t let you be. It rattles in the box you buried it in, trying to force the lock you’ve wound tight around each feeling. Quivering angrily, mixed messages and confused emotions barely contained, frothing with energy.

König is not going to care if you look amazing or like you’ve just rolled out of bed. Yet, you really want him to. Something in the heartbreaking way he called out a goodbye to you before you left last night is feeding the fantasy—dry kindling tossed into burning embers almost extinguished.

You dab at a rogue scuff on the neckline of your shirt until it’s gone, then consider putting on more lip balm.

Evans was perfectly polite during your drink, though he talked endlessly about himself, asking the minimum amount of questions in response to yours. Red flag number one. Also, all of his stories seemed to culminate in something extremely dumb happening to him, trailing off in guffaws that immediately irritated you. Red flag number two: being annoyed on the first date.

You won’t do it again. Not purely through a lack of enjoyment of his company, but equally because it doesn’t seem fair somehow to waste his time. Instead, you plan to pull yourself together. Quite how that will take place when you still have to work with your Adonis of a boss, you have no idea.

Adjusting your collar anxiously, finally you decide to head into work early, praying a hideously awkward day doesn’t await you.

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"Fit for a King" - Masterlist

All the posted chapters and random scenes of this König x fem!sergeant fic

CW/TW in the posts, general nsfw MDNI

"You are tiny" (Beginning) (dual POV)

“If you have had me on my back, we can also be on a first name basis” (NSFW) (König POV)

"Oh, what I wanna do to you" (NSFW)

"I never miss the shots I take" (NSFW/TW)

"Sit" (NSFW) (dual POV)

"Jealousy looks good on you, Colonel" (NSFW) (dual POV)

"Open wide, Prinzessin" (NSFW)

"But no funny business" (NSFW)

"Are you wearing my t-shirt?" (NSFW)

"Let me patch you up" (NSFW)

random scenes

random scene #1 (NSFW)

random scene #2

random scene #3

random scene #4 (TW)

random scene #5 (NSFW)

random scene #6

random scene #7

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Ao3

ASTARION

⤷ The Arrangement (on-going series): masterlist

⤷ Book - Astarion comes across an interesting book and decides to share the knowledge with you. Quite literally.

⤷ Lockpicking - You ask Astarion to teach you how to lockpick and things get... out of hand.

⤷ Pointy Ears - You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his body…

⤷ Curiosity - Astarion wishes to satisfy his curiosity when it comes to breastfeeding... and comes up with a proposition that is mutually beneficial.

⤷ Oral Fixation - Astarion is quite sure you are going to drive him insane from how adorable and clueless you are when eating those juicy fruits around him... and he just has to do something about it.

⤷ Unexpected - Astarion has barely ever considered starting a family with you in the old-fashioned way, but an unexpected conversation might just trigger that urge.

⤷ Breathe - Astarion is more than eager to show you the perks of not breathing.

⤷ Questions - Your curiosity drives you to ask Astarion a very unexpected question, and he's more than happy to give you a proper reply.

⤷ Patience - You are too eager to ride Astarion, and he proposes a solution to your impatience. After all, experience is the best teacher and impatience its fiercest enemy.

⤷ Backfire - You should have known better than to make Astarion jealous, and now you are left to deal with the consequences.

⤷ Reading Session - Astarion walks in on you reading a rather suggestive book, and far be it from him to interrupt your learning process. 

⤷Trance - Astarion is having a hard time trancing, and you offer to help him out in more ways than one.

⤷ Fever - You're running a fever, and Astarion offers to cool you down… only to make things a whole lot worse.

⤷ Everything - You're used to staying still whenever Astarion feeds on you. This time, he wants you to feel everything.

⤷ Comfortable - Astarion walks in on you in a rather compromising situation. Naturally, he offers to help, but then you ask him to promise you something that he was not expecting…

(LINKS ARE CURRENTLY NOT WORKING - I'LL FIX THEM SOON 🙏)

MIGUEL O'HARA

✫ 18+:

⤷ Tension - Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwards…

⤷ For Science - There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguel’s venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?

⤷ Intimacy - Lack of intimacy after childbirth can weigh a relationship down. Thankfully, Miguel always finds new ways to keep the spark alive.

⤷ Perfect Morning - Miguel’s definition of a perfect morning involves a comfortable bed and being buried deep inside you.

⤷ Comfort - Miguel has been having nightmares as of late and seeks a level of comfort only you can provide.

⤷ Breakfast in Bed - Miguel wakes you up to breakfast in bed.

⤷ Stress Relief - Peter B. Parker should know better than to swing by unannounced.

⤷ Sharing is Caring (I) - (II) - A mission has both Miguel and you sharing a room… what could possibly go wrong?

⤷ [COMPLETE] (0) Sweet Girl , (1) Frustration , (2) Suit Up , (3) Obsession , (4) Consequences , (5) Discovery , (6) Double-edged Sword , (7) Confession , (8) Devotion - Miguel’s desire for you has been taking a toll on him, and he really has no other option…

⤷ Second Intentions - You’ve been tense lately, and Miguel offers a massage. Quite thoughtful of him… except you know exactly why.

⤷ Tracking - You find out Miguel has been tracking something that concerns you… and him.

⤷ Gentle - Miguel shows you how gentle he can be during your pregnancy and how worthy you are of it.

⤷ Backfire - The math is simple: you make Miguel jealous + push him past his breaking point = hot rough sex. Too bad Miguel doesn’t do simple.

⤷ Side Effect - Miguel has been acting off lately and you find out why… the hard way.

⤷ Stubborn - As far as you’re concerned, you just want to stay in bed all day, admiring Miguel’s glorious chest.

✫ Fluff/Comedy/Comfort/Hurt/Angst/Misc:

⤷ Memories - You are ready to tell Miguel he is going to be a father… but he isn’t.

⤷ Revelations - Miguel asks you to keep a secret, so naturally everyone is about to find out.

⤷ Solution - Period cramps always leave you feeling miserable, so Miguel offers a solution.

⤷ Tiny Spider - Your daughter has a few questions, and you suspect Miguel might just open a portal to another dimension.

⤷ Another Chance - You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.

⤷ Broken - You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.

⤷ Family - Miguel is a natural when it comes to being a father.

⤷ A Series of Firsts - You and Miguel are ready to become parents and you must now go through a series of firsts together.

⤷ Appreciation - Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his body…

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i want him carnally, your honor...

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*platonic smash is acceptable*

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you guys i dont think im going to be normal about lodi

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S1EP10 "The Doctor Dances" 💫

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Not again

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𝕸𝐲 𝕶𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝕳𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞. MASTERLIST

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬: nothing was ever meant to be yours, so why does this strange man insist he is?

𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

ao3 | mdni | take heed: könig x f!reader, afab reader, medieval au, ambiguous religion, size difference, extremely dubious consent, possessive behaviour, forced marriage, horrible courting, power imbalance, angst, stockholm syndrome, dark romance, stalking.

masterlist:

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐯.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐱.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐢𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐢𝐯.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐯.

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what do you call a small parasitic animal that sucks blood and is into theatre? dramatic

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Describe your favorite Elder Scrolls game in the worst way possible.

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Have you been victimized (again) by the death of Lucien Lachance? Are you several shades of bitter that we couldn't save him? Is your Silencer stupidly smitten with him and his weird cult propaganda? Same, same!

So to lessen the pain, here's a dark, filthy fix-it fic about him surviving, having his sweet, sweet revenge, and catching feels for his Listener (including two canon ending chapters you can skip without leaving gaps in the AU narrative)

M-rated for violence/gore/blood, smut, strong language, and spoiler-related adult themes warned against on a chapter-by chapter basis.

Read here on AO3

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Lucien in Shrouded Armor

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The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion Remastered (2025)

"The first impression of the visitor to Cheydinhal is of broad green parklands, graceful willows along the banks of the Corbolo, neatly groomed gardens and flowering shrubs." — Guide to Cheydinhal

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the shore squad in the back of the Mako while Shepard drives like an absolute maniac