#herr knock

[rareship-rats]

nervous

[cherry-dr0p]

So. Was sitting tonight, and I kinda wanted to draw my top three fictional guys in one drawing. So! I present to you...

Rule of Three 🧪⭐️

Honestly, this is just a late night doodle I wanted to do :3 Although I do quite like how this turned out despite it being a silly doodle °3°

I spent far too long on this too so thats my excuse.

Initial sketch;

This silly meme thing;

What can I say? Knock wants plague, Hojo wants to test on folk with Mako, and Kenji wants none of that. What else is there to say?

And cats;

That's all! I've been thinking about doing a drawing with all 3 for a while now because they are the silliest!! Plus, it gave me an excuse to draw Hojo X3

[heinrich-knock]

Der Meister und Ich Picmix!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Das macht Spaß!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ich Liebe Dich Meister!!!!!!!!

[semioticapocalypse]

Alexander Granach as the sinister real estate agent Herr Knock in Murnau's «Nosferatu». 1922

[mumblelard]

green man's grimace or a requiem for bunny

i told myself i would turn back at the end of the old farm road. i wanted to beat the rain home, but there i was nodding my head to that kuromy album and next i knew i was looking at the creek just this side of sandy springs. i had to run my errands all muddy with my hair wet and curled like forman's mom's worst perm

[ghouljams]

Cowboy!Konig definitely has a breeding kink. I feel like he’s trying to get her pregnant every time they fuck. It fulfills his little trad wife fantasy. The thought of coming home to his pregnant wife and eventually his wife and kids. Man eats that up.

-♠️

God he fucking does he is so rrrrrrrrr

He loves that Bee is so smart and capable, loves that she's a wizard with tech, loves that this woman is so hopeless with farm shit because she's so crammed full of other information. Goddammit he wants to see her with a baby on her hip so fucking bad. Bee thinks he's just dirty talking her but he's 100% serious.

König pushes back into you with a groan, holding your leg high to watch his cock enter your cunt. He thrusts into you slow and shallow, and you whine. “We’ve got to keep it all in Schöne,” He murmurs, pressing his lips to your ear, "don't want to waste a drop."

When he talks to you like that, his cock slick with both your cum, you can't think. Your head spins, wound tight and sensitive even after orgasm. He doesn't stop, keeps fucking his cum into you with a purpose that you should find dangerous, but it's all fun right? There's no harm in clenching around his thick cock, trying to get more heat, more friction, trying to feel the veins running along his heavy length. Right?

He hits so deeply inside you, rolls his hips to keep the head of his cock nestled against your cervix and you think he is actually trying to get you pregnant. He knows you're on birth control, knows he isn't really going to breed you. You both know that. You're sure he knows that.

"You'd look so cute with my babies," he murmurs in your ear, "sehr gut Mama, keep clenching on me like that, braves Mädchen." You shiver, arch back against him as he drives into your poor cunt. It's not enough apparently. König pulls out and turns you onto your back to settle between your legs again. "One more, ja?" He rubs his cock over your slit, his balls knocking against your ass. Heavy, full, waiting to fill you to the brim.

Big man, big appetites, you remind yourself, your morning cuddles all but forgotten. You nod your head quickly, always desperate for him, and watch him press his cock into you. His hands grip under your knees and push them up, folding you in half as he starts fucking you again. He angles his hips, hits you right in that soft sweet spot that makes you gasp. König leans down to kiss you, stealing them between your breaths with a smile.

"Good, so good for me," he tells you, his voice rough, "Ich werde dich schwängern, du dummes Mädchen, also nimm einfach alles und sag Danke." You whine and shake your head, watch him bring his fingers to his mouth to wet them before rubbing them over your clit. "Danke mein Herr," he reminds you, eyes keeping you from looking away even as you squirm.

"Thank you, Sir," you whimper, watching his eyes roll a little, his pace losing its rhythm briefly. You love what you can do to him. You are a little worried about what he's going to do to you though...

[dvmetvra]

Dolly at school, m.g.t.

"Hey, Lo, can we come hang out at your house this afternoon?"

You can't, I think, there's no way I will let you close to him.

"Sorry, my father's busy," I lie with my fingers crossed,

"He says no guests are welcome till he's finished with his work."

My one lovely ladybird of a friend furrows her brows;

I know she could not handle the whole truth in large amounts.

It's good that she won't find out, not unless we make the news:

Daisy-fresh girl child-trafficked by her late mother's new beau.

It's grim, grotesque, it's horrid what he makes Lolita do;

When I'm at school I'm Dolly, a real girl without bruised thighs.

"What a shame, your daddy's handsome," the girl in braids complains,

"I was hoping I would see him again sometime quite soon."

Yeah, right! As if I'd let him near a girl who fancies him:

Herr Humbert's got a sense for the most willing cuts of meat.

What that says about me, I don't really care to know,

only I happened to be the first experiment that worked.

"Well, Jane's pool party is on Friday, Lo, you have to come!"

Friday's full, my week's busy: theatre, tennis, piano, sex,

and all the various gross things Mr. H would have me do.

"I'll have to ask my father and see — no boys allowed, right?"

"Of course!" Jane chirps; Humbert hates boys as much as I hate him.

We walk the crossroads together, then go our separate ways,

and I'm alone and I kick rocks on the sidewalk to hell.

Watch out for strangers, Dolly, you don't want to get kidnapped!

If only that would happen, I should be so glad for it.

But I get home safe and I knock on the door and the man

comes to answer, takes me back under the wing of his control.

[forgottendolly]

Things I loved in Station Theatre’s RTC because I can’t stop thinking about it and I don’t think I ever will😔😔 (in no particular order whatsoever😇🙏)

- JANES REACTIONS TO HER BIRTHDAY SONG

- Virgil the rat chewing the power cable and his little ears and head just bobbed 😭😭

- JANES PIGTAILS

- The whole pre jawbreaker monologue (yes, I cried… sobbed more accurately)

- Mischa blowing a party blower at Jane and her getting scared x2

- Constance’s cotton Candy earrings 😞💗 I need them for myself!!!!!

- Ocean and Constance doing their little “improv” skit was done so perfectly I laughed so hard 💀

- Jane running and hugging Ocean during her “i love you guys” speech and just not letting her go LIKE FULL ON HOLDING ONTO HER AND DRAGGING ALONG AS OCEAN BACKED AWAY

- CONSTANCE RECORDER SOLO SLAYED I THINK I BURST MY LUNG SCREAMING

- Ricky and Jane ARE REAL

- Ricky coming out in all black with his head down at the start and half doing the choreo

- Noel laughing when Karnak tells Ocean that the person who wins will be decided by a unanimous vote

- Jane saying “for me? 🥺” when Constance offers her the hello Kitty cupcake

- Her proceeding to squish said cupcake in her hand and try to eat the paper decoration on top leading to the others having to stop her

- Mischa offering Jane a sip of vodka and she drinks like half the bottle 💀💀

- Jane making her doll dance

- NOEL APPLYING LIPSTICK BY A MIRROR HELD UP BY JANE (ICONIC ALONG WITH THE STAINED CIGARETTE)

- SBM COSTUME CHANGEEE 2012 FLASHBACKS

- Ricky teaching Jane how to ballroom dance after TNBS

- RICKY SLAYING THE ACCORDIANN

- Janes headless pose at the start and end of the show

- Janes little neck ribbon

- “Do you want to know what I find really super hurts?” DEATH STARE

- Mischa throwing money into the audience (yes I kept one sorry not sorry)

- Jane picking up two of the pieces of money and handing them to people in the audience

- someone getting picked up and spun around more than once??? YES. You heard me, more than once. I almost got knocked out by Janes shoe and honestly would have thanked her

- Monique ate the whole time

- Seriously OBSESSED with Noel’s Lament

- Spacedolls I repeat SPACEDOLLS

- Janes little bottom eyelashes

- Oceans cute little hair bow I LOVER HERR

- Mischa flipping everyone and everything off every 3 seconds

- Jane trying to bring Ricky with her to the other side

- Jane giving Ricky her doll before she leaves to the other side

- The group going over to hug Mischa after Talia, including Constance Jane and ofc Noel

- Ricky ASL 💗💗💗💗

- Clip on earrings (ifykyk)

- JANE GETTING THE HAT

- Penny lamb life compilation (I was in tears) AND THEN WITH THE BEAUTIFUL ITS NOT A GAME VOCALS?!! HEART SHATTERED!

- Having to hold back Jane from biting ocean after the “and she’s a freaky monster” line

- Noel saying hello to Jane and Jane moving her little dolls arm say hi back

- The ropes they used to make Jane look like a marionette doll during TBOJD

- Constance bring the puppet master during TBOJD

- The headless doll being on the side of the wall and the kid sitting next to me pointing it out cause my blind ass didn’t see it at first

- Talia skirts 💗💗

- The way Jane goes limp after her introduction song

- FORNICATION… UNDER CONSENT OF THE KINGGGG!!!! *holding long ass sword above her head*

[4ragon]

Hi JJ!! What about Klapollo and those funny stupid themed valentines day card packs? (Gavinners pack maybe...) I think there could be some funny klapollo shenanigans with those :3c

“Wait wait wait wait no, hold on, back up. Gaventines?!”

“Well yeah,” Trucy said, flourishing the small paper monstrosity into Apollo’s face. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, a normal Valentine’s Day card?” Apollo snapped back, eyes crossed as he stared down at the card in her hands. It was purple of course, and glossy. On the front was Klavier Gavin’s smug face as he pointed, the words ‘OBJECTION! Won’t you be mine?’ emblazoned across the front. “That's not even a pun. Why the hell did you buy this?”

“Because it’s perfect!” Trucy replied with a smile, hopping up to sit on the edge of Apollo’s desk, kicking her legs. “Plus, I figured you weren’t getting any Valentine’s stuff elsewhere.”

“Why you think this thing is perfect is—hey, wait a second, what’s that supposed to mean?” Apollo protested, swiping the card out of her hands. “What makes you think I don’t get any Valentine’s stuff, huh?”

“Call it a magician’s intuition,” she replied smoothly. “Besides, I’ve never seen you in any other holiday spirit, why should this one be any different?”

Apollo grumbled, glaring at her with as much heat as he could muster. On the one hand, she had a point. On the other… “W-Well, I don’t see you rolling in Valentine’s day gifts,” he snapped.

Trucy gasped at him, and then had the audacity to pretend to look hurt. “You’re so mean sometimes, Apollo,” she murmured, lip wobbling.

Apollo narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare start.”

“And here I’d been hoping maybe daddy could’ve at least bought me some chocolate or something,” she continued on. “But, you know, money’s been so tight lately…”

Apollo’s jaw clenched. “Please. I’m not falling for this schtick again.”

“O-Oh, you’re right, sorry,” Trucy said softly. “Hope I didn’t ruin your day with my silly little card.”

Apollo’s eye twitched. Then, groaning, he glanced into his desk drawer. “...Listen, if you really want Valentine’s Day chocolate, I, uh…have this chocolate chip granola bar—”

“Wow, thanks, Polly!” As he pulled it out, Trucy swiped it, pulling out her magic panties. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to put it with the others.”

“The othe—I knew you got chocolate already!” Apollo snapped as the bar disappeared. “Give that back, you know I keep missing breakfast.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Almost immediately, Trucy was on her feet.

“Oh yay, there’s my other Valentine’s Day plan!”

“Are you kidding me? Who the—”

“Guten morgen, Fraulein!”

A second purple monstrosity entered the vicinity, and Apollo groaned. “Really? Gavin?”

“Ach, and Herr Forehead,” Klavier said, leaning over and waving. “What a pleasant surprise. Come here often?”

“I work here,” Apollo replied flatly. “And I know for a fact you don’t come here often, so care to explain?”

Klavier laughed. “Ah, you’re not making me feel very welcome. But, nein, I have a delivery to make.” As he said so, he pulled out a basket from behind his back, filled with chocolate-covered strawberries on wooden skewers.

For a split second, Apollo felt a shock of panic, fear, and almost hope, before Klavier turned toward Trucy. “Now Fraulein, can you make sure your father at least sees these before you start eating them?”

Trucy gasped, looking mock-offended. “Of course!”

Apollo rolled his eyes, leaning glumly on his hand. “Alright, well, is that everything? Don’t you have work to do?”

Klavier shot him that rockstar smile. “It’s true, the work never ends,” he said. “Well, I suppose I’ll…”

There was a pause, as Klavier seemed to notice something. Apollo frowned, following his line of sight. And then, he flushed. “Wait it’s not what—”

“Why Herr Forehead, is that a Gaventine’s card?” Klavier was smiling wider now, an amused gleam in his eyes. “I didn’t think you were such a fan.”

“I-I-I’m not, I was just—Trucy was—”

“Oh my gosh, Apollo!” Trucy gushed suddenly, hand over her mouth. “You got Mr. Gavin a Valentine?! That's so sweet!”

Apollo froze. “H…Huh?”

“Well.” Klavier crossed the room, leaning down, hand setting on top of the card as he leaned over Apollo’s desk. “I can’t exactly turn down a fan, can I?”

“What—But I—No!” Apollo grabbed at the card, but already Klavier had it in his grasp. “It’s not mine! Trucy was—I didn’t—I wouldn’t spend my money on that!”

“Now Herr Forehead, there’s no need to be so modest,” Klavier said, flipping open the card with his thumb. “I don’t mind that…”

And then Klavier trailed off. Apollo watched as Klavier’s eyes scanned the paper. As he did, his face seemed to change. The smile slowly faded. His eyes widened slightly.

Suddenly, Apollo was sweating. “A-A-Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is, uh, that’s not, um…Prosecutor Gavin…?”

“...Well.” Klavier blinked. He looked up at Apollo. Down at the card. Up at Apollo again. And then he coughed, smiling a bit, not his usual rockstar grin but something a little more subdued. “I-I didn’t think—err…” Another cough, and Klavier straightened up, and, wait, was he blushing…? “Danke, Apollo, that’s…that’s very sweet of you.”

“...huh?”

“Does six o’clock work for you, perhaps? I was thinking about working late, but I suppose Valentine’s Day only comes once a year.”

Apollo blinked. Apollo blinked again. “S…Six?”

“Ach, good, six it is then.”

“What?”

“Oh, Mr. Gavin!” Trucy interrupted suddenly, making Apollo jump because oh yeah Trucy was there. “Don’t you need to get back to the Prosecutor’s office?”

“Ach, you’re right, I’m already running behind schedule. Herr Edgeworth isn’t a fan of tardiness.” He turned, card still clutched in his hand. “I’ll see you tonight, Herr Forehead.”

“Wha—Wait—I dont—”

And then Klavier was gone, out the door, whistling something Apollo couldn’t quite place.

Apollo stared as the door swung shut by itself. He already felt himself breaking into a cold sweat. “Trucy, what did you write on that card?”

“What card?” Trucy quipped, walking off with her edible arrangement under her arm.

[ghsotlv]

TF2 Medic with a M S/O who is a bird keeper? Maybe the two meet when Archemides escapes the med bay somehow? And ends up in S/Os care until they can contact Medic

Lol smug lil dove keeps escaping just so the two can meet again

MEDIC X BIRD KEEPER M!READER

-Medic was searching for Archimedes, with no luck finding him, he sits in the medbay, enraged he lost his dove. He couldn't handle losing another one. He was ready to tear down his equipment until he heard someone ring the phone. He picks it up to hear a mans voice, confused, since it isn't one of the Mercs, he manages to ask the man, "Hello, who is vis?'' almost praying it was someone who could solve his lost bird problem. ''Hello? Is this Dr. Ludwig?'' Who could this be, he thought, "Ja, What seems to be the problem, Herr?" He seems confused before answering with a staggered voice, "Are you the owner of a dove named, Archimedes?" they say as they read the tag on the dove's foot. "Yes! Yes! I have been looking for zem!'' He seemed delighted his bird was okay. "Well can you pick him up. He was lost, and I took him in. He is in perfect condition. My address is Y/A." Medic agreed and made his way to the location, knocking on the door "Hello?" he said as the door was already opening, greeted with a man who already has a bird on his shoulder, Medic noticed that wasn't his bird but didn't say anything. "Yes.. Doctor, right? I've got your bird right here'' He handed him Archimedes in a bird cage, ''you can keep the cage, i have a few already.'' Medic wondered why they had more than one, 'do they have another pet bird? other than ze one on their shoulder of course... vhat broad manly shoulders, truly handsome.. wait I need to worry about Archimedes' Medic was slightly red, ''haha... Yes thank you! though.. i have to wonder, do you have more pet birds..?'' The man seem confused "yeah.. well, no actually. I'm a bird keeper, so they aren't my pets." Medic honestly could've kissed him right there, someone so handsome, and kind who seems to also love birds as much as he does. Medic was getting ready to go before he dug too deep into his thoughts ''Oh, before you go, if you'd like you can have my number. Just incase this little dove runs away again, i might have him.'' He agreed, got his number an walked away. What a 'wonderful man' he thought.

this is my first time writing a full fanfict, i hope you like it

[rareship-rats]

hell yeah. getting smashed with the boys. you know how it is

im going to go cry now i think

also i put some of your guys and some of my guys in the bg so yeag. kill me /hj

[cherry-dr0p]

Kncok.... Knock Orlok... Men..... The old men...... Orloknock........ Knorkorlok.....

Old men you say? I got you >:3

I keep hearing this song around and it reminds me of them a little....

The couple of days this took me was 100% worth it

[ Alternatives and other stuff below ]

Alternatives;

Sketch;

Extra;

Excuse the background, I had the vision but then I suck at this sort of thing so I suppose this could also be practice :O

Thats all for now anyways!

[lunar-eclipse-literature]

Could I ask for headcanons of all 9 mercs finding their S/O outside of the battlefield injured? If you don't want to do all of them, just pick your favs :D

ALL MERCS x READER

SCOUT

He was running around the outskirts of the battlefield looking for a good flank route when he saw you.

Dude he was TERRIFIED? His heart practically sank when he saw it.

As used to blood and gore he was, the fear lied mainly in the fact that you were off the battlements. You can't respawn out here.

He INSTANTLY scoops you up and calls for Medic until his lungs go out.

Yeah, yeah, Medic Ignores Scout joke here, but seriously though. Scout would NOT let Medic ignore him in this situation. The man would kick Medic in the dick to get his attention onto the situation.

Once you're okay and the battle's over, he's absolutely clung to you for the rest of the night.

"Don't you EVER scare me like that again, damnit. I'm not losin' you to those Blue scumbags."

SOLDIER

He doesn't let much scare him, but damnit, this caught him off guard.

He has to knock his helmet up to make sure he's seeing this right

But hearing your voice weakly call out to him, it made him freak out INSTANTLY

"Hey hey! Don't you DARE die on me, Y/N! We don't do that around here!"

He tries to keep acting serious, and you'd believe it if you didn't see the tears welling under his helmet as he carries you.

He carries you straight to the Medic, screaming bloody murder the whole time.

"LISTEN UP, NURSE! WE'VE GOT WOUNDED, SO MOVE YOUR ASS AND-"

"I know, herr soldier, I'm dealing with it now!"

"Oh."

He gets so scared for you that it completely tunnel visions him. He might even go down himself trying to get you back to base, but at least you'll respawn now...

PYRO

At first it doesn't click for him. Pyrovision's a bitch, you know! It's hard for him to focus on the real world sometimes...

Once she hears you crying, and begging for her though... She wakes right up.

Oh god oh god oh god. No, not this, not now.

Pyro's an emotional person. They immediately freak out, drop their flamethrower, and rush to your side.

They try to reassure you that you'll be okay, but it all gets muffled out. Regardless, he scoops you right up and brings you to the edge of the battlefield where you'll be able to respawn.

Once you're there though, he just holds onto you. He clings tightly to you and refuses to let go.

This time Medic has to find you. Pyro's too caught up in keeping you away from any potential further harm that he was scared of calling for Medic, thinking an enemy might show up and finish the job.

Once you're healed though, you gotta reassure him a shitton. He's hiding out in base with you for a while.

"Please, don't leave me..." Now if only you could hear those words...

DEMOMAN

This man is definitely drunk when this happens. He's stumbling around when he catches sight of you.

His brain is fogged by the alcohol, but he knows what a dying person looks like, and he DEFINITELY knows what you look like.

"Ohhh sshhhit-!" He slurs, stumbling to your side and running a stressed hand into his hair.

As you reach out for him to beg he stays with you, he takes your hand and wraps his other arm around you.

He's not letting you die out here damnit.

He stumbles and trips over himself a lot, but he stays damn upright the whole time as to not drop you and bring you back to base.

Once you're in the safety of the base, he calls for Medic to come help you out.

And once you're healed, he takes your hand.

"We can head back out whene'er yer ready... 'ntil then, I gotcha."

HEAVY

BIG PROTECTIVE RUSSIAN MAN.

He sees you and instantly freaks out. Luckily Medic's been pocketing him so he's there too to help you!

"Doktor! Stop healing Heavy, heal Y/N now!" He commands as his arms wrap around you to hold you comfortingly until you're feeling better.

Those big bear paws are so gentle with you, able to hold the weight of your limp body without issue. He places gentle kisses on your head as the medigun seals your wounds.

"Y/N will be okay... Heavy is here." He whispers to you as you finally come to enough to be able to support your own weight.

You bring your hand up to his face, a silent gesture to show you're alright and you appreciate him, and he smiles.

"Y/N does not have to return to battle if they do not want to. Heavy must keep fighting though."

He carries you all the way back to base, and does have to leave, but once the battle ends he's right by your side holding onto you.

ENGINEER

Oh boy does he panic!

"Doll! Sugar, speak to me!" He rushes to your side and quickly drops a dispenser down. He doesn't bother to help it build itself, though. He's focused on you.

The second he's assured you're alive and conscious, he's instantly at it with questions.

"What happened? Who hurt you? How'd you get out here!?"

It's all too fuzzy, all you know is that a member of the Blu team attacked you, and you crawled to safety. You have no idea where you are..

"We're outside the respawn range, hun. You could'a-.. If I hadn't found you, you'd have-"

You have to cut him off from continuing to panic.

"Hey.. It's.. It's okay. You found me. I'm.. Gonna be okay.."

Finally that damn dispenser is up, and that healing beam thing is an instant relief.

You guys sit out of bounds for a while. You're regaining the energy to return the battlefield, and he's recovering from that goddamned heart attack.

MEDIC

He doesn't even touch the Medigun.

When he finds you, he has the temptation to insta heal you, but he's kinda weird. And crazy. He much prefers the intimacy of patching you up manually first.

He whispers reassurances and praise as he cleans and bandages your wounds.

He asks who did this to you with the hidden rage of a man who will massacre the enemy team later.

When all is said and done, and you're patched up, he gives you a huff of the medigun beam to begin the healing process and kill the pain faster.

"Oh, liebling.. I'm so sorry I wasn't with you... I'm so glad I found you..."

For the rest of the battle, you're pocketed. He's at your side constantly healing you up, only stopping to give the others pick-me-ups.

You're his top priority for the next month AT LEAST, though.

SNIPER

Well, he WAS looking for a sneaky sniping point... Seems the universe had other plans though...

When he found you, his heart sank. He slowly approached, nervous that this could be some kind of spy trick.. But no. Seeing the look in your eyes makes it painfully obvious.

He sits by you and helps you sit up. He assesses your wounds and starts patching them up as much as he can.

Once he's done, he helps you to your feet and takes you to his sniping post, and points to the crowd of people below.

"Who did this to ya, Y/N?" He asks, and you instantly know what he plans to do.

You answer his question though, it's gonna bother him for a long time if you don't.

He looks through his scope, and with a single pull of the trigger he's killed the person who left you there.

"There. Job's done. Let's get ya to the doc, kay?" He said completely bluntly.

He's mad about the whole thing for the rest of the day, but he softens up once you're in bed together and he can just hold you and see for himself that it's okay now.

SPY

Oh. Hell. No.

He's instantly pissed beyond comprehension. NOBODY does this to the love of his life and gets away with it.

In the moment though, he's the sweetest you'd ever seen him be.

He gently patches you up, he covers you in soft kisses and he's so gentle with you, you wondered how this is even the same man worthy of brutal kills on the battlefield.

He sweet-talks you in french the whole time. You don't understand a word of it, but it's all so gentle-sounding. Little do you know he's talking about how he's going to destroy whoever did this to you.

He finally does ask you, though. "Who left you like this, mon amour?"

"I.. Can't remember well. I think it was their soldier.."

"Leave the rest to me, chéri."

Using his cloak watch, he slowly sneaks you back to the base, and cleans you up the rest of the way at the restock cabinet, and just as quickly as he brought you there, he's gone.

That night, he tells you that he made sure that soldier was given direct hell for what he did to you.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Fit for a King - WIP - "Let me patch you up"

Fit for a King - Masterlist

König and FMC just came back from a mission that went well, but FMC got hurt as they were trying to help one of the other operators. (random chapter in the König x FMC fanfiction, not chronological)

CW: bullet wound, some medical stuff, NSFW, explicit scenes 18+, slight tension & angst

a/n: I just keep writing, we'll see what will come out of it (this got way more angsty than I anticipated it to be)

(NSFW - explicit sex scenes - later in the chapter)

Medic ward:

"Are you sure, you're okay?" I can hear the worry in his voice, even if he seems to try and hold back. "Yes, I already said it thrice. ‘T’is but a scratch." I smile up at him hesitatingly, ignoring the pulsating pain in my thigh. The Monty Python quote is lost on him anyways. His brows are furrowed as he's looking down at me. He doesn't believe me. I sigh when he suddenly whips his head to the side.

"Doktor*, can I patch her up?" Before I can protest, Doc already put the first aid case in his hand. "Knock yourself out, as long as you do it somewhere else, Colonel." He looks at him like a father who has a child with bad temper tantrums on his hands, but König – as always – is oblivious to that. "Thanks, Herr Doktor*.", he says with a pep in his tone. Then he picks me up and carries me out the medic ward. "König, I can walk. The others are gonna see…", I protest, weakly, but I do protest. "Shut it, Mauserl**.", he throws back at me, clipped. "You should have never been there." I sulk a bit, but I know he’s right. "Should have, would have. How do you say? Hätte hätte Fahrradkette***?", I say between clenched teeth. My wound is still seeping blood into the fabric of my pants and now on König's shirt.

He carries me with ease in just one hand, with the other still holding the case. His long legs make huge strides down the hall, heading to the dorms, but as we pass my room, I get that he’s carrying me to his. “König…” He doesn’t look at me, just shakes his head. “Don’t.” I know him well enough already, that I can sense the distress emanating off him. Making it hard for him to say what he’s really feeling. He opens up the door to his room. I mean, it’s smart, we’ll be alone here, but it might also raise suspicions if the team gets wind of it. He sets me down on his bed and turns on the bedside lamp. “Hold still.”, he says and gets all the stuff out to dress my wound. Before I even see what he’s doing, he’s already cut my pants off. “What are you doing?!”, I scream at him. “That’s how you do this. Stop fretting.” His Austrian accent is as strong as ever. I don’t listen to what he’s saying, everything being too much. “You didn’t need to cut it off, we could’ve just-“ I move again, I can’t even sit-

“STAY STILL.”, he shouts and his hands grip me, gripping my waist, almost reaching around, as he pushes me down on the bed. I still because he never – NEVER – shouted at me like that before. My mouth stands open, I look up at him. He sighs, deep and desperate, and I hear his voice wavering as he puts his forehead against mine and says: “Please… just let me patch you up.” I feel his hood falling against my face and his warm and comforting smell cuts through the stench of blood and sweat. “Okay”, I breathe. His hand caresses over my cheek as he nods. “Gut****” He sits back on his knees and the room is immersed in silence.

He takes the disinfectant and cleans the area around the wound of the graze shot. The small noises and our intermingled breaths are all I hear. I feel his hands on my naked legs and the pulse in my wound quickens. “It didn’t stop bleeding.”, I whisper as I don’t want to disturb the quiet we’ve sunk into. “Hmm.”, is all he says before he presses a bandage against it. The bloods seeps through again and stains his fingers even more. “I’m gonna have to give you stitches, Liebes*****.”, he murmurs. I nod and he gets the needle and thread ready. “You have to stay still, okay?”, he orders me. “Hold onto me.” I grab his arm, the one not stitching me up, and as the needle sinks into my skin, I gasp dragging my nails into his muscles. “Yes, you’re doing so well for me.”, he whispers as he caresses my other thigh, preparing for the next stitch. I press my lips together, not to make any sounds. When he’s done, he puts a bandage over it to secure the stitched-up wound.

König sighs like there’s a huge weight falling off him and he meets my eyes again. The raw emotions in them scare me a bit. “Are you okay?”, I ask him as I put my hand on his cheek. He doesn’t answer my question but pulls me to the edge of the bed. “I need to be inside you. Please.” His hands trail up my inner thigh until he reaches my panties. The surprise hits me as he leans forward, his hood brushes over my skin and then I feel his lips on my neck. Soft kisses trail up to my ear and need settles in, low in my belly. “I need to feel you.”, he whispers, his hot breath skitting over the wet patches of his open-mouthed kisses, as he carefully pulls down my undies. He holds me close to him which gives me the opportunity to undo his belt. He nibbles at my neck and sucks on the sensitive spot, right below my ear, as I take out his dick and position him at my wetness. He doesn’t hesitate one bit, pushing into me slowly. A soft moan falls from my lips as I stretch around him. “Fuck.”, he mutters, burying himself in me. He’s still holding me close, not moving at all for a few seconds. I grip his sides, letting my nails sink into his back, as I adjust to his size and wonder if I’ll ever get used to it.

All the other times it had been fast. Passionate. Entangled limbs and hard thrusts until my legs gave out and I couldn’t move anymore. The other kind of human battering ram, if you catch my drift, because König fucks just like he fights. Putting the ‘insertion’ and the ‘specialist’ into ‘insertion specialist’. I was used to him jerking me on his cock how he liked it and me just taking it like a good girl, that I was completely… at a loss for words. Seeing him kneel before me, buried deep inside me, fucking me with lazy, languid strokes, while his hands are caressing my back, stroking over my sides softly. This is different. Slow, tender. Almost lovingly.

“You feel so good.”, he tells me. “But…” I halt. “But what?” – “I want to kiss you.”, he whispers. Okay, so this is definitely different from all the hasty stolen moments we had together so far. Even when he ate me out, he didn’t remove his cover, so I actually never saw his face before, except for his eyes. “We can do that.” I swallow down my nerves. “Should I lift your… mask?”, I ask him. He nods and my shaky hands reach for the hem of the hood, slowly pulling up, stopping right over his mouth. I look down, seeing the curve of his lips beneath the fabric as he leans forward. My hand cups his right cheek and I feel his stubble against my fingertips when he kisses me for the first time. His lips press against mine. Soft, so soft, in contrast to his big burly figure. He breaks away for just a moment, his eyes searching mine. König sees something in them that seems to satisfy him and he leans down again. I answer his kiss as a moan slips over my lips, giving him the chance to deepen it.

When his tongue moves against mine, he starts to push into me again. Tingles erupt all over my body and even if it’s not hard and fast like I’d normally prefer, the way he’s holding me, kissing me, fucking me is building up my arousal with every languid roll of his hips. I don’t think I had somebody ever do me like this before and I feel a pang of… some kind of emotion in my chest that I’d rather not dwell on right now. I push it away and concentrate on König again.

I want to feel him close, closer, my other hand, currently not on his face, is trailing up his back, feeling his warm body beneath my fingertips. He pulls me flush against him, picking up a little bit in tempo. Our movements are getting needier and I grind against him, not breaking the kiss, so he swallows up all my sounds and sighs. “Please, Liebes*****.”, he whispers against my lips. “Come for me.” His fingers trail down, finding my clit, stroking at the same pace, repeating his plea. The flood of arousal washes over me as he fills me up again and I can’t hold back the soft scream that escapes me as I come around his dick. I feel him tremble beneath me, coming inside me as the waves of my orgasm subside. All I hear are our intertwined heavy breaths as I still try to grasp what just really happened.

König pulls back, kissing me one more time, then the hood falls back down again. He puts his dick away and buckles his belt before he raises his hand one more time. His thumbs caresses over my cheek, I can feel his fingers on the side of my face. “For a second today, I was afraid that I lost you.” His voice is a whisper, almost soundless. His words hit me, like a punch to the stomach, I didn’t expect him to say anything about it, to feel this way. Before I can answer, he gets up and for the first time I register that he is still fully clothed, stains of blood all over his shirt, mine and the enemies. His tattooed forearms and hands are bloody. We didn’t even wash off the remnants of the fight before we fucked. The tender moments form a stark contrast against the blood and violence. The 6’10’’ killing machine standing in front of me whose hands can rip enemies apart, but I only know the pleasure they give me, how they caress me, how they patched me up today,

“Where are you going?”, I ask him as I look up at him. He looks down on the floor and I can see him shutting down a bit. “I just wanna get some workout done.”, he says finally. “You can stay here, get some rest.” With long strides he’s at the door. “I’m gonna be back… soon. Okay, Mauserl**?” I nod as light from the hallway streams into the room, then the door closes, he’s gone and I’m alone in his bed. I lie down, ignoring the wet sensation between my legs of our combined fluids. I grab the covers and pull them over me. The soft light still illuminates the room and I bask in König’s smell, the blanket and the warm glow giving me the comfort that the man himself couldn’t right now.

Translations: *Herr Doktor: 'Mister doctor', polite salutation for a doctor in german **Mauserl: more austrian version of small mouse ***Hätte hätte, Fahrradkette: a silly german way to say 'what happened, happened, can't do nothing about it now' ****gut: 'good' *****Liebes: 'my love'

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Hurt People, Hurt People

Enid Sinclair X Male Reader

Enid Says something that digs, deep, even though it’s obvious she’s just frustrated, it still.. hurts.

Enids Family weren’t as forgiving as yours when it came to shortcomings.

Wednesday and Enid 2 for one post special

Enid was pacing back forth, trying to compress her emotions but unfortunately it wasn’t doing much to alleviate her worries, and you weren’t making it any better. Also being a werewolf you could understand Enids frustration and issues, but being the “Alpha.” In the relationship wasn’t as cut and dry as one would think. You walk over and try to comfort her.

“It’s gonna be okay baby, your mom wants to help you but, it’s obvious she’s going way overboard.” You say, which doesn’t have the effect you thought it would, it just makes her, angrier.

3rd Person P.O.V

“Help? You think she’s helping by taking me away to some conversion therapy?” She says, which (Y/n) steps back.

“What? No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“She’s trying to take me away from you, what don’t you get from that?” Enid was obviously getting more upset, he sighs.

“Look just calm down! You don’t have to go, you don’t have to listen to her!” He says, and Enid huffs.

“Yes I do! If I don’t I won’t find a Mate! I’ll be alone forever!”

“Am I not your mate?” He says, getting upset as well.

“You aren’t if you want to take my moms side.” Enid says, which breaks down into a fight.

“You are.. unbelievable! I’ve done so much for you and this is what I get in thanks?! I wish you’d just get over yourself!”

“Well I wish you just disappear forever!” She fires back, it was dead silence, (Y/n), hurt by her words turns around.

“Fine. Mope by yourself.” He said and left, (Y/n) makes his way to the forest and Enid just pouts, but came to the realization that he truly was just trying to help, a shaky sigh comes from her and she stomps her foot in frustration, (Y/n), on the other hand was in the forest staring at a tree. Emotion built up and he lets out a scream and punched the tree, effortlessly toppling it. It falls and he sits on the fallen tree and just thinks, staring out to the moon. It seems to last forever, until a ping is heard from his phone, he checks it and it was a message from “Baby Boo”

Enid: Can We Talk?

Enid: In Person

He doesn’t respond, instead he just gets up and heads over, not expecting a productive conversation. Sneaking back into the girls dorm was easy, after knocking calmly on the door, it opens to a least expected person. Wednesday.

“Come.” She says, and (Y/n) heads in, obviously confused on why Wednesday is there, but when he steps in, he sees Enid Sitting on the edge of her bed, she spots (Y/n) and quickly tries to dry her tears and clean up.

“Wednesday, what’s—“ he begins to ask but she cuts him off.

“I couldn’t hear myself thinking listening to her insistent crying, so i Dragged you Herr to alleviate the situation, speak.” Wednesday says, and Enid goes first.

“I… I got really mad and said some things that I never meant, I’m sorry (Y/n).” She says, she doesn’t even have the courage to look at him to say it, so ashamed of herself. (Y/n) walked over and sat next to her.

“What you said, it really did hurt but I know it was coming from a place of stress and with your mom doing what she did, I understand why you’re upset, and I’m sorry for not fully backing you.” He says, and puts his arm around her. She snuggles up to him and they cuddle.

“I missed you.”

“I was gone for like, ten minutes Enid.”

“That’s still too long.”

“You really can’t resist me, can you?”

“I guess not.” She giggles and plants a kiss on his cheek, he gives one back and he softly caresses her face and plants one directly on her lips. Before Enid could say anything Wednesday pipes up.

“I brought you here to stop her crying not to fornicate in front of me, go do it in the woods or whatever wolves perform their mating rituals.” She says, the two were taken aback by it but nod, trying not to laugh at her. But it seems Wednesday is glad that they made up.

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Alexander Granach as Herr Knock in Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922)