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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 11 months

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“Past Lives”

Master List.

TW- Angsty

“Past Lives- Farizki and Sapientdreams

“Here with me- D4vd

“Maus we have to run now” *static*

Konig was near the entrance of the bunker

“I’m on my way. There are too many-” *static*

(Y/N) was the last one to come up. This mission had gone to hell. Graves tipping off Hassan. Shadows and Hassan met got the upper on the Task Force 141.

“Where the hell are you Konig?!” *static*

“(Y/N) is trapped she’s still at the launching pad below. I’m going back for her.” *static*

“Konig! God Damn It! Get Back Here. We Don’t Have Time, Soap Set Off The Charges. The Bunker Is Gonna Collapse.” *Static*

“Where are they Captain?!”

Ghost scolded his Captain.

Konig tore himself a path through Hassan’s men and the Shadows. Covered in blood he made it to (Y/N).

“Maus!?”

“I’m here König?!”

We have to go now the bunker is gonna collapse in the charges were set off early. This structure isn’t gonna hold any longer we gotta run.

Before König could reach his Maus the bridge on the launch pad broke. Causing her to fall she held onto the railing. Looking up she saw debris falling towards them. König was thrown back he force his way to her trying to grab her hand.

“Hold on Maus?!” Don’t let go!?”

“I’m slipping König?!”

Tears filled her eyes. She desperately tried to grab more of the railing. She managed to pull herself up on the walk way. But more debris fell causing the walk way to be held on with the railing.

“König!? Listen to me!?”

“Only one of us can make it out alive. I’m sorry it has to be you. You have to go.”

“No no don’t talk like that Maus?!”

“I can’t lose you!? I love you Maus, there is something’s I never got to tell you. I’m gonna take you on a proper date when we get out alive.”

“Aww König? I really wish we could that? Don’t forget me König. Please take care of yourself König. Don’t shut everyone out.”

More debris fell on the walk way causing (y/n) to lose her hold on the walk way.

“NO!”

Not thinking his decision through König leaped forward grabbing her hand. As they fell König cradled her body against his as they fell.

König looked at (y/n) face as they fell. He kissed her before they fell to their death.

As their bodies hit the bottom they didn’t meet a hard surface. Rather one deep, cold liquid.

“Water”

“Water sat at the bottom. König quickly grab his lover trying to shield her from the falling debris.

He wasn’t lucky the explosion happened above and he managed to find an escape hatch but a piece of debris hit his Maus helmet.

She was knocked out cold. He started to panic trying to wake her up. She was unconscious.

König carried her in his arms. Seeing the bright light at the end of the tunnel he kicked the door down.

Radioing for extraction.

König set off a smoke bomb getting Ghost attention.

(Y/N) was rushed off to the Medical Team. König anxiety sky rocketed waiting for hours. Still no word.

5 Hours Later.

“König a word in private?”

König didn’t know what to expect. He wiped his tears away. With red eyes he asked about her condition. His mind ran wild with bad thoughts.

“How’s my Maus?” “Where is she why can I see her?!” “Tell me NOW!?”

“She has a concussion. She lost part of her memory. She only remembers us. Not you?”

“The doctor say it might be temporary or worst permanent?”

“No..no no no no no that’s not true Price that’s not true. She’s gonna remember me when she sees me.”

“Maus?!”

König runs into the hospital rushing to his beloved. Seeing her look upon him broke his heart. It was true she didn’t remember him. The twinkle in her eyes was gone. In her eyes he was a complete stranger.

His whole word came crumbling down on him. She was still his beloved Maus but her eyes didn’t have the life in them. The spark he always saw when she kissed him or when they made love.

She didn’t remember him.

“Maus?” “It’s me König, your boyfriend.”

He whispered under his breath.

“König I know you want her to remember you but it’s gonna take some time. She can’t be overwhelmed with everything. We have to give it time.”

Price stood behind him holding his shoulder. Squeezing his shoulder he tried to comfort König.

2 months had gone by and she didn’t remember him still.

König was overwhelmed and stressed with work and his beloved recovery. König had to leave for a 4 month long mission. He didn’t want to leave her alone. Before he could finish packing up. She walked into the room looking around.

“König?”

“König I remember when I fell outside in the winter and I cut my shoulder and you stitched it up for me right here. And you told me I was your Clumsy Maus.”

“Oh Maus?”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that?”

Pulling her in for a bear hug he kissed her face. Holding her close he inhaled her scent. Not wanting to let her go he held her tightly as if she would disappear.

“Maus I love you and I promise I’ll call you everyday and send you your favorite flowers. I’ll have Soap check in on you while I’m gone. Take care of yourself Maus I’ll try to make this mission short and I’ll gonna be on leave and spend every second of my days with you.”

“Feel free to look around our apartment and look at the pictures I have of us.”

“Don’t forget about us Maus?”

“Don’t forget our past lives?”

“Maus, I Will Sail Through Oceans Of Time To Find You And Fall In Love With You in Every One Of Them.”

“If the stars were to go out, you’ll be the moon in my night sky”

“Don’t give up on Us Maus.”

“Don’t forget me, you’re the best thing that happened for me.”

“Don’t let me go?”

Hearing those words from his Maus only made Konig hold even her tighter…

-a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif.

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bitbugbites-cod · 5 months

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𝙺Ö𝙽𝙸𝙶 | 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

i'd actually scream and throw my shoe at this man before running away in terror if I actually saw him irl ngl

𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

none, yet!

𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

none, yet!

𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰

none, yet!

𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Unmasking Headcanons // 5 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Alejandro Vargas, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Simon "Ghost" Riley

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // unmasking

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gourmetjello · 3 months

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könig x reader : used

i’m sorry if könig is getting repetitive ahaha who else would you guys like to see ? ♡( ◡‿◡ ) and huge thank you to everyone that likes and reads my posts! and my wonderful mutuals! and thank you for the kind words, they really made my day <3

as usual -> 2nd person pov (i’m finally trying it out!! eek!!) & english isn’t my first language. i know i said that this will be a fluff but gosh — i’m a simple woman, i have a little thought about angst and i have to write it. sorry!! i hope you’ll still like it though!

i know i’ve written about young könig in the military but i just had this idea and i have to write an oneshot about his last few days back at home!

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you knew the tall, silent guy in your class was trouble.

at a point you even started to wonder who he really was, you just kept defending his name in the student council every week — for example when the teachers made you guys gather in that tiny fucking classroom, room 9 because according to a few girls, he brought a gun to school. you obviously had to save your own classmate as much as you could, there was no way you would ever admit that this dude really did have that piece of black metal thrown into his bag. it had slipped between two books, crinkling them and making the corners slightly dark grey as it brushed against the pages.

the only reason you remembered that in so much detail was because he showed it to you. he was smiling like a kid in a candy store, raising his dark green school bag and unzipping it, showing you the gun that was in there. it was familiar, the knot in your stomach was always apparent whenever he talked about his weapons and the shooting club. you were nervous and scared of the whole thing, yet it felt nice when you guys were alone, out in the woods and he had his steady hand on top of your shaky one, your index finger trembling against the trigger as he whispered encouraging words into your ear.

but at school — you couldn’t just tell him ‘gosh, könig, what the fuck are you doing again?’ because who knows what kind of reaction that would get out of him, right?

the only reason he didn’t get kicked out of the school in that instant was because you somehow convinced the other student council members and the principal that he didn’t even think about bringing something like that to school. he didn’t have any reason to, he was a quiet kid and everyone knows that people like that can’t really cause any kind of harm to anyone, plus being part of a shooting club didn’t mean that they wanted to cause a shooting or hunt people down. you hoped they would take the bait and you had your fingers crossed under the table that he would get out of this whole situation with just a warning or two.

you still remember the night after that. it was so cold outside but fortuna still helped you out a little bit by making it at least dry outside. even though it wasn’t snowing nor raining, it still felt like you would have at least deserved an umbrella to save you from the rain of hushed apologies between desperate kisses. you tried letting him know how much trouble he got himself into but he always silenced you with his lips. they were warm against your purple and cold ones and they gave you some kind of comfort that you had been longing for.

“i’m sorry- i’m so sorry. f-fuck, i’m so..”

he whispered. his sounds were echoing in your head and you felt like you totally lost your common sense, it was like there was nothing in your head. all you could think about how much you wanted him to keep muttering those empty, yet honest-sounding apologies right into your ear. “i won’t do it again. i won’t, i just-“ könig really had the audacity to try to explain himself after all of this, but instead of finding an actual answer to all of your questions and concerns he just lowered himself even more to your level and he gently wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you closer.

“what are you wearing again..?” you asked quietly, not quite seeing what he had on in the darkness but the sound of cotton brushing against your thick winter jacket wasn’t lying to you. “you’re so stupid. you’re so dumb, könig, you’re going to get sick, and..”

“i know. i know, i know. i know i’m dumb.” he chanted against your skin. his tone was desperate and it was like he was fully aware of how fucking pathetic he was in that moment but he didn’t care. “i’m so stupid. i know.”

standing in front of the mirror after nights like that was always the worst feeling. the whole house was silent and dark, but you had every light flicked on in the bathroom and you kept examining every single rushed and faint little hickey he gave you. you rubbed some kind of cream over all of them, praying that they would disappear or at least lighten up even more overnight. if your mother knew what kind of things you were doing when you were out, she would have kicked you out in a heartbeat.

you couldn’t even deny it, even though you liked the way he made you finally feel alive after spending so many years just reading in bed at home, you felt used. he made a new painting of a dark red sunrise or a light purple sunset over your neck every time you met up with him, and it felt like he was doing nothing but putting the smallest band-aids on your broken bones — but you were rubbing and bandaging up his smallest little scratches with so much love.

and when you felt like you were finally getting a breath of fresh air, the next student council meeting came and he somehow never failed to cause yet another disappointment.

it was nighttime again and the only thing you could hear was the sound the snow made when you stepped on top of it. it was as fresh as it could get, it had just stopped snowing earlier that night and the whole city was painted with a thick, sickening and tiring layer of white. the forest was almost completely untouched, your footsteps were the only ones next to another thin trail made by someone with absolutely huge feet. you could have already guessed that it was könig that arrived earlier this time.

a few minutes later you were already walking beside him, both of your hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket. your fingers were freezing off even when you wore your warm, knit gloves. it was basically torture being out around this time and in this kind of weather, and if it wasn’t for könig, you would have never even thought of stepping your foot outside.

“you didn’t even do anything this week. as far as i know.” you mumbled as he was too silent. you had no idea what was up with him but whenever you were around he just simply wasn’t able to shut up, showing the complete opposite of what he was like in school. “what’s the deal with you calling me here then?”

silence.

“you missed that spot.”

“what?”

“behind your ear.”

“what are you talking ab-“

“i gave you a hickey behind your ear. two days ago. like, right here. and it was raining and you said that-“

you immediately tucked your hair behind your ear, rushing to run your hand over the wound on your skin, but you couldn’t really feel anything except for a small little roughness — signaling that there really was a hickey there. your heart started beating right in your throat, maybe that was why your mom didn’t want to speak with you at the dinner table last night. and that was why so many girls looked at you weirdly in the hallway. and it caused so many things, that stupid little hickey that-

“can i please suck on it again.”

it seemed like he wanted that to be a question, yet it sounded like a statement.

“excuse me?”

“please.”

the second he said ‘please’ he already had you pinned against a thick and dark tree, you were gasping as he obviously couldn’t just stop at that one little spot behind your ear. you saw your own breath fly away like it was smoke, and for the first time in your lifetime you wished that könig would give you one of his precious sticks of cheap rolled cigarettes. you have never smoked before, you had no idea how a lighter worked but you just craved something to make you feel alive again — because the way he was sucking your skin like a madman was now getting old once you realized why he was doing it. you were convinced that this whole thing was only to always get out of things in school.

while he was working his wonders around your neck, all you could think about was that how he could look you in the eyes like you were the prettiest creature, the most beautiful person ever on this whole world. his blue eyes could speak way more words than his lips could ever form, but the next second you already felt like you were some kind of tool he just used when he felt like he was in trouble.

“schatzi.”

he stopped for a second and pulled away from you. he had that goddman look in his eyes again. fuck.

“i’m leaving tomorrow, i’m already packed and things like that.”

“oh, are you going on vacation? where?”

“hm? no. i volunteered and i got accepted into the military.”

“what?”

“yeah.”

silence was the only thing that filled the air after that. he didn’t dare kiss you again or pepper your face with his soft and sloppy pecks once again. he kind of turned away from you, not daring to look you in the eye as your face displaying all kinds of emotions in the span of like five or six seconds. it was like everything went black for some time and the next thing you remember was that he clicked his almost empy, plastic lighter on.

könig gently pulled you closer to himself, placing the cigarette between his index and middle finger. he then softly placed it over your lips and you took a drag from that stupid little thing in his hands. what you were thinking about just a few minutes ago quite literally happened.

“are you even sad?”

“me..? m-m.” you shook your head gently, hanging it low so you couldn’t see anything but the white snow under your boots that were already soaked through.

you tried to act tough but your throat was closing up and your stomach was in knots. you felt like crying but you knew the tears would freeze onto your face, maybe even turn into snow dust or something silly like that. coldness ran through your body, despite being in your thick winter jacket. it was like you have been snapped in half and the only things you could get out of your mouth werre two short little gasps as you exhaled the smoke.

“yeah. good.” he mumbled.

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i’m sorry if this one was a little shorter! i was quite tired after practice today but i still wanted to whip something up with this little idea i had. thank you for the support that i received on my other two oneshots and please feel free to share your ideas with me if you want me to write about something!!

also i hope i’m doing an okay job at writing about könig’s personality. i don’t want to make him into a huge baby like others do because i know that it’s far from reality (however sometimes that can be comforting too, i know!) and i’ve been trying to make it a tad realistic. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

thank you for everything and good night!

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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Little Mouse

(König x F! Reader)

Masterlist here!

Word count: 4.8k Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Female Reader, Sniper Reader, Abductions, Interrogations, Hostage situation, Injuries, Kidnapping, Rescues, 141 Reader Warnings: Abduction, Semi-unwanted touching A/N: This is my first official attempt at a König piece, hopefully it isn't terrible

Summary:

Hands. One on your wrist, the other on your shoulder. You sigh at first, relieved and thankful, expecting Gaz's voice to filter through the buzz between your ears, concerned and urgent. Yet there's only silence, a solitude that leaves you empty and reaching for the familiar, for your comrade to right you, help you limp to safety.

It's not him.

The hands are too large, too broad, and when they touch you it isn't with a firm, insistent touch you expect from the sergeant. No, they're rough, shoving, pulling, flipping you over even as that crack inside you threatens to fracture further, pain blossoming bright and scarlet behind your eyelids. You can hardly move, but even then you try to struggle, writhing and kicking weakly at whoever it is who's seized you, who's lifting you up into their arms. You rise, and then rise higher, dully realizing that whoever this is, they're huge.

Something covers your face. Your body jostles as the person who has your limp form tossed over their shoulder moves, marching away, into the night.

The world is spinning, shaking. You're caught in a rogue wave, tumbling and twisting under the ocean's surface as the inertia of it carries you, lifts you. Air seeps from your lungs, choked with dust and debris as you feel it float upwards. You try to follow it, try to discern which way is up, struggling towards the surface of your own consciousness only to sink deeper, deeper into the abyss.

Gaz is laying somewhere nearby. He had been right beside you when the blast went off. You had heard a voice just before the clatter of metal had caught both of your attention. Thick, accented, thunderous. It had startled you, distracted you enough that it took a moment too long for you to react.

You had heard Gaz scream, voice rising to a fever pitch before he lunged for you, reaching, hands outstretched-

You don't ever remember hearing the sound. A flash of brightness more radiant than the sun itself, burning through your night vision goggles and searing your vision. The blast had sent you reeling backwards, body thrown into the cracked concrete wall behind you just as reality faded to indiscernible shapes and sounds.

When you breathe, you taste blood on your lips, dust from the grenade coating your tongue. Something inside you feels cracked, broken. When you suck in air there's a bright, burning flash of pain that digs inside your veins, blunted by the shock of your impact and the sheer, ringing noise of the world around you.

"Gaz..." You try, reaching out an arm as you lay on your side, trying to find your comrade in the darkness. He doesn't respond, and that's enough to send alarm spiking through you, eyes blinking open in a vain attempt to locate the sergeant within the pitch black of the ruined house. He had been closer to the grenade, you think, trying to push you out of the realm of the blast while you had been frozen, foolishly stupefied by the voice-

The voice-

You still, and a new dread courses through you now at the realization that someone had tossed the grenade, that your sniper nest has been compromised, that you two aren't alone.

"Gaz-!" You try again, managing to scoot yourself forward half a foot to where you think he might be. Fires flicker around you both, small flames from the larger burn outside that casts dancing shadows on the inside of the room. They must have missed, you think. The grenade had clattered against the outside wall, the worst of the blast absorbed by the concrete and yet still enough to send debris raining down on you both, knock you both to the floor and render you prone.

It's not him.

"K-Kyle-!" You call, trying to summon his aid, wherever he lays in the settling dust. "Kyle, h-help-"

Something covers your face. Your body jostles as the person who has your limp form tossed over their shoulder moves, marching away, into the night.

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The world comes back to you in dull, ashen washes of color, shades of smoke and bones that throb on the inside of your skull with a distant, pulsing pain. When you suck in air, you feel the carve of whatever injury nestles below your chest spike, laced with a blooming bruise that extends outwards along your ribs. It summons a hiss from you, a sharp exhale as you force yourself to breathe through the pain.

It's remarkably silent, you notice, as you begin to take in the details of the world around you. The pop of gunfire, the crackle of smoldering embers has long since been extinguished, and in its place is the simple, quiet drip of a damp interior. The world around you remains shaded, caught in inky darkness as a single, flickering lantern casts a pale light into the cell you've been placed in.

Your eyes flick over to the bars then, taking in the puddled hallway. Immediately you rise, unable to stop a cry at whatever is broken inside you flaring to life once more. It takes a moment, but you swing your legs over the cot shoved hastily into the corner, standing and limping to the doorway. Yet when you peer into the dimness of the hallway there's nothing there.

Empty.

You force a sigh, bitter and disappointed, tinged with guilt as you lean against the stone wall to your side. At your waist your hands clink in their cuffs, the metal biting at your wrists.

Captured then. Ambushed and taken by surprise and then taken, whisked away into the dead of night while Gaz remained alone, injured, worse. The bite of it digs inside you, deeper than any wound, fear for yourself and worry for your comrade clogging your throat. You force it down, breathe despite the pain, despite the mounting panic inside you, trying to regain your sense of logic.

Captured, but by who?

The cell you and Gaz had been tracking had no idea you were there, you were sure of it. They hadn't noticed either of you set up on the hill, scopes at the ready and voices low into your comms. Yet you can still remember the touch of the person who took you- as you were slung over a hulking frame, hands engulfing your wrists, the width of your arms.

A monster.

As if summoned from the shadows by the mere thought, you hear footsteps down the hallway. Heavy, rumbling, as if they shake at the earth themselves.

It takes mere moments for you to press yourself away from the bars, backing yourself up against the rear wall of the cell just as a hulking figure casts a shadow over your form.

You freeze.

A towering stature, clad in shades of black and green. You follow him from his boots upwards, taking note of his thighs, the side of trunks and his solid, immovable weight. His hands hang loose at his sides, forearms covered in plated armor and fingers twitching. Yet it's only once your eyes rise to his face that you flinch, shiver at what you find there.

His eyes. Hidden underneath a hood, and where there's holes there's track marks, as if tear trails have bleached the fabric. You can't contain a shudder, not when this man before you looks for all the world like an executioner, his eyes unblinking, seeing the end of your fate. They stare at you, gaze downward at your tensed form, squinting in the darkness. Observing. Watching.

"Awake?" This man, this giant asks, and his voice is warbled with an accent that you think sounds Germanic. Yet the words are in English, and for a moment you see his eyes flicker down to the flag stitched across your sleeve.

You swallow, and in your stomach you know what comes next. You were taken alive for a reason, after all. Whatever this man wants from you requires your immediate survival, although it's uncertain for how long.

"Where are we?" You ask instead, jaw grit and eyes flashing defiance.

He tilts his head at you then, and the gesture seems strange somehow, as if he's studying you, trying to see through your courage. Yet he doesn't reply to your question, and instead reaches for his belt, withdrawing a set of keys that he uses to unlock the door.

"S-stay back!" You try as he enters the cell, has to slightly duck under the doorway due to his height. The room seems so much smaller with him in it, as he occupies the entire door frame, the scant space between the foot of the cot and your only chance at escape.

"Easy, fräulein." He tells you, raising his hands in a gesture that should be placating but only inspires a sharp surge of fear in you. "I'm not going to hurt you."

You snort derisively, ignoring the tremble in your hands as you press yourself further into the wall.

"I have a hard time believing that." You hiss at him, and again he tilts his head at you, a cat curious about the mouse it's cornered.

"It's true." He tries again, and the soft tenor of his voice is almost jarring, seemingly polite despite his terrifying appearance. "You tell me what I need to know, I let you leave, da?"

You pause, regard him, brow furrowed and lips pursed, see the way he has his hands lifted in assurance, not stepping closer. It's a trick, you're certain of it, and yet you have no choice but to play along, feign surrender and bide your time till you make your escape. So, you nod, a single, hesitant jerk of your head that has him dropping his hands, shifting so he leans against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Your name?" He asks, and the disconcerting nonchalance of his tone again has you casting him a look of suspicion, trying to understand this sudden shift in him.

"What's yours?" You return instead, watching his fingers scratch along the top of his arms.

"...König." He tells you after a pause.

"Rookie." You return. The fingers stop.

"That's not your real name." He states, tone dipping lower, a whisper of what should be a warning.

"Neither is yours."

"Hmm."

He shifts, fidgeting. You trace the motion, still as you are, hands flexing and eyes darting to the keys on his belt.

"The soldiers you are with." He speaks, drawing your attention to him once more. "Who are they?"

You blink then, show your hand and react to his question, perplexed.

"You should know." You reply slowly, sensing a trap. "You were the one that attacked us, weren't you?"

The man, König, is silent. There's an interest in his gaze you can't shake, a keenness that feels too sharp, narrowed in on you. Just you.

So, you venture a little farther, wetting your lips before speaking. "My friend. The one with me, is he alive?"

He blinks then, eyes briefly fluttering at you. The motion feels oddly human for this beast of a man, and again you feel that shiver run through you like a cold winter wind.

"...He was alive when we left."

Relief, warm and grateful, makes your shoulders sink perceptibly, the breath you had been holding wheezing free from your lungs. Gaz is alive. Knowing him, he probably made it to safety before the cell you were watching discovered him, vanishing into the woods and leaving them unaware.

"Why..." You suddenly speak, words caught dangerously in your throat. "Why didn't you kill him?"

König stills, his fidgeting halting at your question. You see his eyes narrow at you from under the hood, seeking your face in the darkness.

"He wasn't my target." He replies at last, and there's a tone to his words you can’t decipher, a hidden meaning shrouded behind the darkness of his eyes. "You were."

"Me?" You ask abruptly, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Why?"

"I ask the questions." König states, and he stands from the wall, looming to his full height and taking a step closer to you, annoyed by your persistence.

You scoff, fear simmering higher in your stomach, but you refuse to cede ground, staring up at him defiantly.

"Yeah, and you're doing a great job at it." You mock sardonically.

Another step.

"You aren't making it easy, fräulein." He growls, and this time you do feel that fear threaten to burst. He's closer now, too close, and you have to look up in order to meet his gaze as his figure blots light from the only lantern that allows you to see in the darkness.

"Who are the other soldiers you are with?" König demands again, voice dipping low as a rumble in his chest. "What are their names?"

You should be staying quiet, should be giving him nothing. Yet his earlier concessions have emboldened you, and now you feel a spike of defiance flash through you at his insistent questions.

"You don't even know who you attacked, do you?" You ask, voice trembling between fear and a hysterical giddiness at his frustration. "That's why I'm here, why you took me, isn't it? Because you don't even know who you're fighting!"

König snarls then, surging forward and planting a single massive hand on the stone wall next to your head. The other shoots forward, reaching up to seize the lower half of your face in a near bruising grip. The height of it drags you an inch up the wall, and the rough scrape of the stone against your bruised back is enough to make you groan in pain.

König pauses.

Your eyes are scrunched as you bite back a whimper that threatens to escape. It hurts. There's a rhythmic, stabbing sensation in your ribs and a bruised, bludgeoned pain across your shoulders. When you try and raise your shackled hands to push off the man before you they flail at him, arms shaking through the pain that seems to radiate like fractal lighting along your torso.

His grip lightens.

"You are hurt." He states blankly, and his tone is confused, almost disbelieving as a shudder ripples through you.

You grunt as you twist, and his hand loosens across your face, drifting downward to settle on your shoulder instead.

"Yeah, that tends to happen when you use grenades instead of words as your introduction." You hiss at him, but the true bite of your words is blunted by the stress of your injuries.

"Let me see."

"What? No-!" You try, twisting away from him. Yet the motion only inflames your likely fractured rib, and you grimace, slump down the wall. Before you can slide away König's grip settles on your arm, and those same hands that had held you so roughly soften, encircling your bicep as he keeps you steady.

You glance at him, eyes turning upwards to his hooded gaze, looming over your smaller figure. The menace, the cold seems softer there, brow furrowed and stare glinting down at you. It's...disconcerting, whatever this is, the way he's suddenly fixated on you not as his prey, but his captive, his responsibility.

It flickers, then it's gone.

"You won't be able to answer my questions if you're bleeding out." He tells you, voice rough, and it sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than he's trying to persuade you.

"Good." You snap at him instead, painful irritation prickling under your skin. "Because I'm not telling you anything."

There's a spark then, something that almost seems like amusement under his hood. It tugs at the corners of his eyes, squinting, and for a moment you feel again like a mouse, cornered by a cat who hovers a claw dangerously close to your smaller form.

"We shall see." Is all he tells you, and you shudder at the promise there.

Yet then he releases you, hands vanishing as he's leaning back, giving you space. It startles you for a moment, this sudden motion of his that leaves you reeling in his absence. König only studies for, head tilting at the confusion that passes over your face before nodding to the cot.

"Sit." He tells you, and it's not a request.

Against your better judgment you follow the command, shuffling so as to keep distance between him and you, eyes never leaving his form. He watches as you plop down, observes the grimace at the movement that sends a stabbing ache digging at your ribs.

You start when he takes a step towards you, voice suddenly cracking in your throat as you manage: "I-I'm not bleeding."

"On the outside." He returns. Another step.

"Please." You suddenly gasp, as you scoot back along the bed, as he looms over you in the darkness. Your previous defiance feels cracked in your throat, chalky and drowned in fear at the man who towers above your form. "Don't- don't hurt me."

He pauses then, hands halfway stretched towards you but freezing where they are. His eyes are wide under his hood, and even in the dim lighting you can see the whites of them as he stops, digests your frantic plea.

"I'm not...going to hurt you, Maus." He speaks, and there's a conflict there you don't understand, his voice wavering on the title he's given you, fitting given your circumstances. "I need to make sure you aren't bleeding on the inside."

You don't respond, not at first, heart thumping wildly in your chest at his enormous shadow cast over you. Yet you can't help the lingering parlor of fear at his words, doubt at your own body. You haven't checked, haven't been able to discern the extent of your own injuries, and you know it's entirely likely he's right, that maybe something inside you was bruised or ruptured in the collision, that it may only be a matter of time before the symptoms present themselves.

Even so, you tremble when his hands land on you, a single wide palm splaying across your front.

"Wo." He asks, even as you flinch when he drums his fingers over the vest shielding you from his bare touch. "Where?"

"...Ribs." You manage at last, torn between keeping your eyes scrunched shut and refusing to take your gaze off him. Your face feels warm. He's too close like this, leaning over you, one knee wedged between your legs, the heat of him radiating into your space. "F-fractured, I think."

He hums, and the sound itself feels like the churning of glaciers, ancient and grinding low inside him. You think his hands will dig under your shirt, rip off your vest, trail his fingers up your ribs. It's a surprise when he simply ghosts over the underside of your tac vest, gently lifting it to probe where you press your hand to quell the pain. You hiss at the contact, resisting the urge to turn away, to vainly push him aside.

"You're so...small." He marvels as he gingerly presses down along your side, inspecting for any soreness that might indicate internal bleeding. "Soft."

You ignore that, ignore the way your face warms at his voice, almost mystified by your smaller frame under his hand. You half expect his touch to roam, for him to lean closer, closer into you. Yet König is surprisingly clinical, his touch clumsy but sincere as he searches for injuries.

He's...warm. The heat of him seeping through his glove, lighting against your chilled skin under your clothes.

You shake away the thought before it fully forms, flinching when König finds a hidden bruise.

"Broken." He mutters at last and seems almost reluctant to pull away from you. "But no bleeding. You're lucky."

"I-I feel lucky." You manage, voice shaking and yet desperately trying to regain control. "Got ambushed, injured, and kidnapped. It's been a great day so far."

König huffs at you, amused and annoyed. Yet instead of drawing completely away from your figure he instead sinks, kneels to your level.

"A name, Maus." He tells you, voice lower, quiet. "A name, and then I'll get you some water, medicine for the pain."

The temptation is an ugly one, you'll admit that much. You're dehydrated, tired, in need of proper rest so you can conserve your energy, find a way out. It won't be easy to escape like this, injured and untreated as you are. Even if you do manage to slip past him, you have no doubt he'd be able to chase you down, broken and wilted as you are.

So, you give him a name. Yours.

He quiets, stares at you, eyes unblinking for what seems like eons, red rimmed and wide. You feel pinned under them, under his focused, piercing gaze, and he's close, too close, but the menace you originally felt is gone. There's something there instead you don't understand- a curiosity, an intent you cannot name.

He repeats it, voice curling over the sound as if rolling a candy under his tongue.

You suppress a shiver at that, at the way he fails to hide his blatant fascination with you.

"And your company?" He requests, and you almost fall for it, the casual, almost friendly way he asks you about your secrets.

You stay silent, lips pursed, brow drawn, refusing to speak.

The brightness in his eyes flashes, fades into something deeper, darker at your stubbornness.

"Your company, Maus." He insists, voice lowering. A hand flexes on his knee.

He won't hurt you. He said he wouldn't hurt you.

"The 141." You murmur, and something stabs inside you, guilty and hurt over your own betrayal.

"One four one." König echoes, accent turning over the numbers in a low rumble.

You nod, heart racing, breath quickening, unable to tear your gaze away from him even as you desperately want to, want to run, run away from here.

"Good." König purrs and withdraws at last. Breath tumbles freely from your chest, damp and warm fogging into the air. Without his massive body so close you feel the cold returning, seeping back into your limbs in all the places he didn't touch. For a moment you feel the inertia of that rogue wave pull at you once more, except this time when you surface it isn't to fire and destruction but to him, grounding and grave like the shadows around him.

He stands, observes you for a few extra moments, as you try not to wither under his stare. You wish you could understand what it is about you that perplexes him so, seems to grab his attention as his eyes narrow in on your face.

It almost feels like he wants to eat you alive.

"Stay put, Maus." He tells you, voice distant, distracted. He takes a single step towards the door-

and the entire building shakes.

Your eyes shoot up then, jolting to your feet as dust shifts downwards from the ceiling and the ground briefly shudders under you. König seems as surprised as you are, eyes wide under his hood as his gaze lifts upwards.

He curses, the sound grating and harsh in his native tongue, and when his eyes land back on you, you spring.

You duck under his outstretched hand, gritting through the pain of your injury so hard your teeth crack, dashing for the cell door and shoving at it. To your surprise it swings open, creaking and rusty against your insistent push.

You get exactly five steps down the hallway before he reaches you, a single hand catching you by your arm, hauling you up and against his front.

"What made you think we were done, Maus?" He asks, eyes narrowed down at you, and your heart sinks to your feet.

Yet when he tries to lift you, to throw you over his shoulder you scream, thrash against him. Ignoring the radiant flare of hurt that gouges through you as you twist, struggle, fueled by adrenaline even as the building shudders again around you both.

"No!" You scream, furious and afraid. "Let me GO!"

"Stop- urgh making this hard, fräulein." König shoots back as he tries to maintain a grip on you, and yet it's his words that make you shout louder, squirm harder in his hands.

There's a shout down the hallway, loud and urgent, tinged in an accent that you recognize.

"Ghost!" You scream, voice echoing down into the darkness where you can't yet see him. "LT, he-!"

A hand covers your face.

"That's another name you've given me." König murmurs, leaning down so his hood drapes across your shoulder, his voice curling against your ear. "I'll have to make do with that for now, kleine Maus."

You freeze, panic flooding your veins in an icy wash of fear. Yet it's stunted when you're abruptly released, and you spin to face him, this monster of a man who's touch has vanished from you.

He's turned away from you, facing down the hallway opposite where Ghost's voice echoes from. Your confusion dulls your senses, the mystery of why he's chosen to let you go, instead of kidnap, even kill you is impossible to understand.

"For now." König echoes, and you see his eyes under the lantern that swings wildly back and forth, dancing shadows across his hood. A spirit, a poltergeist.

You don't give it a second thought, spinning and racing towards safety, in the direction of your allies who have come to rescue you. König's footfalls fade into the darkness away from you, vanishing into the same dark night into which he carried you.

When you glance back, he's gone.

A voice calls out for you again, and you hone in on it, feet splashing sloppily through puddles as you limp in the direction of your team.

"I'm here!" You yell, voice cracking with the effort it takes to call to them. Your eyes adjust to the darkness, and after a few moments you see a figure waver free of the dimness.

"Rookie." Ghost breathes, lifting his goggles and reaching for you. You land on his arm to steady yourself, breathing hard and gasping for air. "Thank fuck."

You think he's alone until there's a crackle behind him, a radio warbling with a question from the captain.

"Affirm, Cap." Soap speaks into the handset strapped to his vest, and his eyes twinkle at you with relief. "Package has been located."

"Good." Price's voice replies gruffly over the comms. "Now get out of there before the whole building comes down on you."

"Rog."

"Gaz." You gasp, clinging to Ghost's arm, your relief and joy at the sight of your comrades short lived. "Kyle. Is he-?"

"The sergeant is fine." Ghost tells you, and you almost collapse into him with gratitude. "We need to move, now."

Yet when he turns you stumble, legs shaking and breath wheezing in your chest.

"Are you hurt?" Soap asks at once, slipping past Ghost to hover at your side, lifting an arm to sling it over his shoulder.

"Rib. Broken." You manage, and the Scotsman curses.

"The bastard that took you- did he do this?" He hisses, and there's fury there, dark and thunderous at the thought you may have been beaten, abused in the short time it took for them to reach you. "Gaz caught a glimpse of him, mammoth fellow."

"No." You manage, and you blink, turn to cast a glance over your shoulder into the darkness where König disappeared.

"He...didn't hurt me."

You don't hear whatever Soap says next, but you're moving, striding forward as the building lurches and shudders around you, as you struggle with them to safety.

Yet König's words linger, like a forbidden proverb, haunting the space inside of you with their dark, eerie promise.

For now.

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dream0fschism · 1 year

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König with a smaller s/o and breeding/creampie king??? i think he would love the intimacy aspect of it, as well as the trust his partner would put in him by letting him cum inside <<33

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"Patience, my love," König hums, shushing you as he cranes his neck to plant a kiss to your temple. He's behind you and you're in his lap, one of his giant arms stretched over your hips as he scissored his fingers in and out of your constricting, needy hole.

You were always desperate in these situations with him, needy as ever as he prepared you for the extreme intrusion his thick cock would be providing in a few moments. You never wanted to wait, and he never wanted to rush.

He outright refused to cause you that kind of pain.

And when he eventually sinks himself into you, it's almost like magic - the way your cunt is wet and hungry enough for him that his size doesn't delay the movement in the slightest.

See, he's absolutely massive - and undeniably capable of lifting you by the hips and guiding your significantly smaller frame down onto his girth. He does this everytime, without fail, absolutely addicted to using your body just like a toy.

The slapping connections of skin on skin were almost completely drowned out by the sound of your laboured pants, which you breathed and hiccuped out of your throat each time König's hips snapped into the softness of your ass.

"Mmf - baby," you breathed out raggedly, back arching into the tautness of his frame as you rest your head in the centre of his chest - the only reachable place for you to comfortably rest.

"Oh, fuck," he whines himself, threading his entire right arm around your middle, holding you in place as his other hand settles over your folds and rubs, desperately.

This sensation is overwhelmingly good, and causes your walls to suck around the cock pumping in and out of you even harder. König gives you an animalistic growl in response, using his arm to lift you slightly and arch you into him further, sink his cock into you deeper.

"Hah, shit - baby, my -" you swallow your words with a clenched jaw. "-soon. I'm gonna cum, I can't hold it."

You know he's close too when he rubs at your clitoris harder, cause he always likes you to cum together - he thinks it's more likely to make you pregnant that way. You told him that's just some sort of old wives tale. He's stubborn.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he curses, breathless as his movements turn erratic. "I'm gonna fill you so deep, my love. You're going to... be so fat... oh..-"

"Yeah?" You moan. "Don't stop until you've put a baby in me, darling... Oh, oh - König, keep going... I'm-..."

His hips stuttered when you came apart, blinded by pleasure as he pushed his length as deep as possible and buried his seed inside of you. And after that he pumped himself in and out of you slowly, even when you'd both settled down from your highs. It's a routine for him.

"Can't.. stop," he sighs, lips pressing into the crook of your neck. "Have to make sure it goes deep."

You brought a hand to the side of his head and stroked tenderly.

"Need to see you with a bump..."

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altbite · 1 year

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Little Victories *Konig x Reader*

Summary: You have struggled with self h@rm before. You are almost a year clean and Konig surprises you.

Konig x GN!Reader

TW: A LITTLE BIT GRAPHIC AND DETAILED, BLADE AND BLOOD TW

It has been almost a year since you last took a blade to your skin. It almost feels unreal. It was hard at first, and although it got easier, you occasionally thought about it. You thought about doing it again, feeling the edge of the blade slice your skin, feel the blood drip down slowly. You wanted to relapse but you also didn’t need to anymore. Sometimes it was boredom that brought you back to it, sometimes a bad day. But the bad days began to wither away. You kept a little journal of dates of when you relapsed. You used to check it often but forgot about it after a while. You only really remembered when you thought about how long has it been since your last. Turns out, almost a year ago. It will be a year tomorrow.

You couldn’t help but feel but proud and sad at the same time. After struggling for so long, you finally made it. It wasn’t the longest you’ve gone but it was still a victory.

You had been sitting on your bed, door wide open as you had walked in a couple minutes ago to grab something, but ended up deep in thought. Konig had walked by, glanced into your room before stopping himself. He stood in front of the door way, and proceeded to knock on the door to get your attention. He could see you were entranced by something. You zoned by in and diverted your attention to him.

“All good, Socks?”, he gently asked, continuing to stay in his spot.

You had told him a few months ago about your struggles. He was the first and only person you told. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you, not knowing how he would react to. But he was very sweet about it. Even gave you a hug to say how proud he is of you and how hard it can be. He never made you feel broken or fragile for it, never treated you differently. He didn’t pry either. He waited for you to tell him what you wanted.

“Yeah, sorry I just remembered something”, you smiled at him, signalling him to come in.

He walks towards you, “Care to share?”.

You briefly thought about how to tell him. You didn’t want to make it dramatic or too casual. “I’ll be a year clean tomorrow”.

“Hell yeah! That’s awesome”, he raised his hand for a high five, in which you complied to. “We should do something. We should celebrate!”, Konig spoke with excitement that you could see him shaking in his boots.

“Dude, that is kind of a morbid thing to celebrate”, you chuckled as you stood up and started to leave your room. You stood at the door, swinging your arm, gesturing for him to leave the room first.

“Well maybe but its a big achievement”, he walked out and you followed, shutting the door behind you.

“I know but I don’t know. How exactly do you celebrate something like this?”, you asked, hoping for a genuine answer.

Konig brain cogs were turning but he was speechless, and just shrugged. You two walked to the kitchen, and the topic was dropped once you saw the rest of the team.

The following morning was an easy one. It was a Saturday and one of the few days you get a lie in. To be fair, you only got out of bed after 10 but now you didn’t have to feel guilty for it. Weekends were quiet. Everyone did their own thing, gone out for the weekend: drinking, partying or fishing if you’re Price, and Gaz occasionally, although you weren’t sure Gaz actually liked fishing. You think Price just dragged him along for whatever reason.

You do a big stretch in bed before sitting up, and contemplating why you sat up. You’re body acted before your mind did, and in this case, you had dragged your fingers over your scars, feeling them one by one. You did it most mornings. It gave you comfort of sorts.

You hear a knock on your door, and groan because that meant you had to get out of bed. Finally you did make your way to your door, but not before sliding into a hoodie. You open the door to Konig standing with a diy cake in front of you. You take a couple seconds to comprehend what is happening.

The cake was, although greatly attempted, badly covered in frosting and sprinkles, and in the middle, one green candle like the ones you see on birthday cakes.

“Happy Birthday!!”, Konig practically yelled out, the biggest smile on his face. You looked at him in shock, amusement and confusion and fell into a fit of giggles.

“You said you didn’t know how to celebrate yesterday and I spent all day thinking about it. Its almost like a birthday so I baked you a cake. Its not perfect but i hope you like it”, he was very forward until the last sentence when he whispered, clearly getting shy about his baking skills.

“That- That is so fucking adorable oh my god”. Despite being in a fit of giggles, you were actually really touched.

“Well, make a wish”, he said as he held up the cake higher.

You stared into his eyes, appreciating him and this moment. You looked down, took the plate and blew out the candle. Once you did, Konig clapped for you.

“Well what did you wish for?”, curiously asking.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true!”

Maybe it was cheesy, but you wish that he would always be by your side.

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fawnpires · 1 year

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LONESOME SNIPER. — KÖNIG.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ synopsis: being detained for your war crimes was unbearable to say the least, your new cellmate changes your thoughts otherwise.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ contents: height differences, porn what plot/porn without plot, imprisonment, love confessions, developing relationship, dirty talk, cowgirl position, wet & messy sex, blow jobs, praise kink, eye contact.

"Have you took interest in a new sniper hood?"

"No..." König almost whispers from across the room, "I keep the same one."

Your head was cocked to your shoulder — body slacked and pliable in that floppy disgusting orange uniform drained of its color, eyebrows furrowed sitting high on top of lucid eyelids, an exasperated sigh falling from your parched lips as you tried to make conversation of jumbled questions. König figures it wasn't a question of genuine matter, but that it was out of a scope of boredom when he watches you skim your fingers through the brick detailing of the wall.

It was cold and moist with the shared air, the bare concrete floors even worse. The capacity of the room closing in and dying on both of you ever since taken into incarceration. There König sat on his side of the room, the drilled-in nails barely keeping his bed intact with the harsh conditions of the wall — as if the quality of the prison wasn't shabby enough. His legs hung over the edge where he sat, elbows resting on his thighs while he supported his hooded head in a palm.

You observed him, religiously. A height of a brute and wrapped in exposed pale skin, growing depleted by the minute, paler and paler than usual — although it wasn't your place to make assumptions despite never seeing any inch of his skin out on the battlefields. You've seen him from time to time while working as support, sniper either tucked under his armpits or held in two clothed hands before locating into position.

From where you are, König is leant over, grayish-tinted eyes inspecting his flexing hands that was overran with a few veins. You had to admit, your whole perspective changed on the mountain of a man without any distinguished awareness that you could recall in the moment, eyes half-lidded as you gazed at him with a bitten lip. He flicks his eyes from his hands and stares back — unable to maintain a full session of eye contact.

"König," you ask while sitting up slightly, "Do you take an interest in anything, at all?"

The question was out of the blue, as if you were interrogating him of his crimes, his posture tensed meaning he possibly processed that inquiry of yours. König clears his throat audibly, distinctly and loud enough for it to perhaps echo off the panels of the room. "...If I were to be honest with you, would you find it strange?" His words come out a murmur, now his own question taking you off guard.

"Not at all, try me." you reply.

He brings himself closer to you, thick hood mobilizing around in his movements. It takes some time for him to gather and form the right sentences, the right words that could form those correct sentences.

"If I'm being honest," he pauses, "The only interest I've taken is in you."

"Is that so? Or are you just trying to flatter me?"

"Of- Of course not," König protests, "I'm being completely honest with you, a hundred percent."

Shock. An expression of small shock smeared clean across your face at his subtle confession. The tone laced in his voice managed to convince you that he was, in fact, actually being completely honest with you. His eyes practically nag at you for an answer, a bright glint reflecting at the corners of his pupils giving off the impression of a begging puppy. "How long?" you question.

"How long have you been infatuated with me?" You repeat the question softly.

"Since I've been operator — a sniper... he replies, "So a while now."

Your eyes soften, feeling your insides go soft at the admission, so you carefully slip off yourself off the paper-like bed structure — going over to his instead and plopping down right next to him, your hand coming to rest on top of his. "And can I be straightforward about my interests now?" you tease, though it wasn't counted as a teasing subject in your book up to now.

He gives a nod and musters up enough courage to finally bore his darkened eyes into your own.

"I've been attracted to you myself," you confess, "But I'll admit, I was too shy. Too anxious to go up and start something with you."

König releases a sigh from behind his face covering, his hand that was once under your smaller one resting on top of it instead, rubbing soothing circles into the bones of your knuckles that stuck out from beneath the skin. A blockage in your throat started up again. That parching and dehydrated feel of not being able to swallow, but now the cause of it was solely because of him.

There you both sat in silence, dingy uniforms and cramped room. His face was beyond recognition but in a rare scene of tenderness, body motions and humanistic features could tell you easily that he really was in love with you. He was a shy man regardless of his physical appearance, obviously, but he was never a threat — not to you at least. Maybe he was to other faces but all you saw in him was a man who was able to show compassion despite his belligerent facade.

"I, I think we should get some rest now." you say while giving him a stare out of the muting void, "Y'know? Besides, I think this entire conversation was too much on you."

"It wasn't too much." He says with his Austrian accent conveying through, a chuckle escaping.

You leaned into him and smile looking up at him. "I can live with that."

"What do you mean?"

"I can live with the fact that I've fallen in love with a war criminal."

It was a pre-developing relationship, you decided, two war criminals head over heels for each other — how romantic. Two royally fucked-up people who were at each other like a bunch of animals incapable of separation, eating their faces off in private with tongues and all. You were a less experienced support member who managed a rifle. König was more of an expert, a skillful sniper who chose to have the blood of other men on his hands at the age of seventeen.

Though the confidence you possessed at the birth of the relationship had ceased to exist. He was strangely the more dominant one, in spite of being scared to act on affection, him being the one to first kiss at your lips and carry it onto a heavily make-out session — though never progressing into sex. It either ended with bruised lips that were entirely too damaged to continue or a mutual agreement to come to a stop.

When you returned from your assigned prisoner duties, he sat with his back flat against the wall located next to his bed, in his lap sat a decorative book with his fingers peeling at the corners each time he finished the words on paper.

"König?" you pop yourself into the cell, "I didn't know you liked to read."

"Oh, yeah." He mutters. "Edgar Allan Poe."

"Tell-Tale Heart?"

"Yes. How did you know?" He looks up from the piece of literature, eyes blinking once.

"Lucky guess." you say as you pull yourself further into the room, plopping next to him. "It suits you well."

His breathing hitched as you linked your arm around his, body rubbing up against the confines of his uniform.

The air was warm around, heavy and moist. Linked with his breathing and your movements of rubbing on him, it could be considered something of a pre-sexual review. You did have to admit, being in a relationship was a pleasant topic, but without a doubt the sex part of it was missed dearly — you didn't want to push it onto him, though. It was a requited attraction of vanilla puppy-love.

König wasn't quite sure what he wanted. Wether receiving the endearment of a woman or to have sex for the first time — which was something that he would never thought to occur in a prison, prison sex. He had a sufficient knowledge on the subject at the most and that was all, nothing extremely abnormal or crazy about it.

Both of shared the same concern with each other and had no idea how to approach it. Each time you strived to bring it up to him it would just come up verbal vomit that lead up into another conversation completely different and altered for your sake.

I mean, the chance was right in front of you right now, why didn't you just take it? It was preferably the best time to do so. Quiet atmosphere, nobody around — even though the door to the cell was in the solitary confinement category which left the both of you with the most privacy you could get in this system.

Fuck it, you thought.

"Can I ask you something? I'm sorry in advance if it makes you comfortable." you ask him, linked arm trembling a small bit.

"Go ahead."

"Are you a virgin?" you shoot out, "As in have you ever had sex with somebody?"

He seems to be a little taken back by the question, eyes adjusting from the page he read on the book to meet yours. His body stiff again, chest heaving up and down to compliment his breathing patterns that were more erratic than usual. "I haven't, no." he replies.

"Would you like to have sex with someone?" You said.

"Honestly, yes..."

"And who would you want to do it with?"

König's eyes travel from your eyes to the downs of your lips. "You, mein engel."

Your lips pressed into corners that made up a small smile before you lunged at him, causing him to drop the heavy book to the floor. His back is pressed against the narrow mattress while your hips straddle his own, lips hungrily devouring at each other in sloppy ministrations. König's mouth was warm and welcoming — the brief taste of cheaply provided mouth wash surrounding the pink muscle which lapped at the interiors of your own mouth.

A situated lump poked underneath your clothed legs, surprising but expected. Your hand comes to reach down and grope at it, honored that you were capable to cause him to become hard within a matter of seconds — how you longed for him, ached — to have the head of his dick prodding at your throat or practically anywhere inside of you. You were special to him, like a fine porcelain doll of glass manhandled in those strong hands.

You pushed your lips up against his, fingers circling the waistband of his pants that were soon pulled down to showcase his boxers. It wasn't long before he took control of the circumstances and caged your own hands in his larger ones, thick fingers wrapping around the skin of your wrists — his strength pulled you under him and landed him top instead — a minor gasp breaking loose from your vocal cords.

His pants were kept around his hefty thighs — mind thinking and thinking about how you would look naked at his touch, bare and all for him. The thoughts plagued his mind and eventually convinced himself to act on it, a hand in a fist that grabbed at your shirt and ripped it off of you with the brawn of a brute. "König," you heaved louder than intended. Your eyes were radiant, twinkling with the plead of him to place his touches on you more. Your hand came to rest at the edge of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his leaking dick.

It was thick, and way above average. A few veins, similar to your observations of his hands, ran through the skin. Pre-cum collected at his flat tip and ran down one side while it

He'd had a single blowjob before, but it wasn't sentimental nor with a woman who he felt a genuine affection towards. He figured it was a cruel practical joke dared by the other soldiers due to his lack of communication with them, though with you he was in a complete paradise. König gripped at your forearms and forced you up to sit, his body laid to the wall behind the bed — fuzzily pumping at his dick with a single hand bubbling with strained muscles, imploring eyes on you at the same time — the most appropriate reaction a man could have before having someone blow him off.

"You want me?" You say, head turnt, palms flat on the sheets resting at the sides of your tucked legs.

"Please, meine Liebe." He forces out of heavy breaths and messy noises.

By that time, you're already scooted up to him, sat between his spread legs. Arms outstretched and crossed each other — the gaping window of your bra giving him the display of a lifetime. His hips thrusted with the speeding motions of his hand that came to a stop once your leaning body that was adjacent to the origin of his unnatural behaviors, mouth nearing.

König couldn't breathe, but he wasn't the one granting pleasure. Your lips plumped around the tip like a feather, some kind of soft petal of a flower, before taking the whole length down — praising the lord there would be no edging. The pressure of hands found leverage on his thighs as he watched you like a formless heavenly entity at his service, turning a blind eye to the grimy environment all around. He wondered if you had ever done this before; and if you did, he was more than honored — honored to drench in the soft and velvety interior of your mouth and compact throat.

The cloth of his hood was difficult to breathe in throughout the blowjob — never acting on taking it off, though. It clung to him at all times except times of privacy in the shower. Sweat flatten against the skin of his fast and moisten it up, head thumping at the walls while a hand nestled at the top of your head, cautious to not accidentally cause damage to you.

It was all the raw sensation, pent-up tension, that made you so desperate and longing for his cock — a sparse value in blowjobs — and a single man so responsive to you and your lone mouth, whispers of Scheiße or cluttered grunting cramming the usually silenced room. "You are a natural," he praises you.

You choose to thank him by fastening your movements down on him, earning you a string of more german curses and manly groaning that blessed your ears. You already knew he was on edge — which is why you decided to do such actions — pushing on his release to blow faster, which the matter was correct about, cock lodged to the back of your throat to fit his size while the warmth of his load was shot in.

Your mouth dislodged from him, a line of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip for a matter of seconds, as gross as it sounded it was quite alluring while in a trance of need. He had allowed you to trace your hands across his sensitive length a few times before jerking him off further, body warmth colliding with his, spurts of cum managing to stain your hands before it came out in a large splatter across your chest as well — a loud moan and stuttering of hips coming from him. An expression of bliss read in his eyes.

Tears glossed in at the edge of your eyes and tainted your eyelashes like early morning dew on grass strands. Sticky globs of cum illuminated under the mediocre light that gave some light in that sad room.

"Are you alright?" He asks with a genuine concern, head lifting off the wall, looking down at you who laid at his lower stomach.

"Yes," You rise slowly and gather the leftover strength to position yourself to sit-up once again. "Are you?"

"That was... more than I had expected."

"Would you be willing for round two?"

The tone that hid in your voice and expression on your glowing face could only tell him one thing — which was fair to him, but not to you — you hadn't had what he had yet. An orgasm, he recalled hearing about and what he just went through moments prior. König is no longer a panting nor whiny mess, the room silent again following the action in which he took you by your limp wrists that hung at your sides, placing you to straddle his hips on top. You had already been the dominant one at first, but you figured it was his time to shine in that light.

A hunger in his eyes flares as fast arms circle around you, unfastening the latch of your bra, the object thrown and to be left stranded on the floor. Temptation, — you were leading him into it, with your bare breasts exhibited and that tender look in your eyes that was almost doe-like. He's tensed and could only bring himself to stare, alternating between your chest and naked legs that no longer had baggy pants closing in on them — panties the only given coverage on your body.

He reaches shaky arms to your hips and allows them to slide down to the waistband. The piece of thin fabric glides smoothly down without any issues in its path, his eyes widening as they feast upon your bare cunt, the sight almost causing him to believe this was just a fantasy of his. "Heilige Scheiße, you are beautiful." he stutters out, the sight leaving him in disbelief — and another rising arousal.

Your nude body rises and sits upon him while he still bears the scratchy material of his prison shirt attire, creating a sort of power imbalance between you and him — strangely enough, you enjoyed it more than anything — the male of your dreams right at your hips below. You incline and press your lips to the cloth of his hood, to where his lips should be under the sustained material.

Though he hates the idea of showing his face off — and in this exceptional moment just for you — König's fingers brushed at one draping edge of his hood, pushing it away to the side for his mouth and tip of his nose to be exposed. His lips, boyish and rather plump to kiss at, and the hook of his nose sculpted as if they were by gods. The cloudy hues of his eyes and hazily curved jawline pulled his look in all together.

It's not long before you're inclined over him to reach his lips and give them a small fervent peck, you feel him return the peck on his lips onto yours further but you pull away prior to noticing he does. You brought yourself lower to to where his anew erection prodded at your inner thighs, aching to be buried in your core. At last, you decide to not to torture the poor and begging man, slowly taking in his lengthy cock inch by inch — a slow, painful process quickly maturing into a bittersweet stir.

You instantly bottom out once his thick tip bumped all the way to your cervix. Your body slouches on top him, thighs closing in and squeezing on him below. He brings himself to grab your stuttering hips which struggled to move up and down on him, guiding you somehow. A low moan breaches from your lips — and with the help of König, — you managed to steadily ride him, sloppy with no structured flow.

"Just like thaat, engel." He acclaims, eyes narrowed and legs convulsing with each of his combined thrusts and your continuous workings on him. Beautiful and grotesque it was, the fusion of love-making and loathsome bond of two war criminals. His grip was bruising and his dick submerged up inside of you made up for it — his deeper grunts and your moans that grew in pitch merging together like a choir.

He sits up back swiftly — one of his hands coming to rest on your lower back while the other keeps a clutch — and settles you closer to him. His hands leave the warmth of your body and strips himself of the only article of clothing that rests on his sweat-infested body, a shirt that was soon to be left with the rest of your own scrapped clothes. Laying under the ragged linen was a chiseled chest, abs carved by years of military training and a coating of mustered-up sweat sheathing his flesh.

"God," you breathe, "Were you hiding all of that under there from me?"

"Eh, of course not, I was planning on showing you soon anyways." He mutters through sharp pants, indulging in the taste of your lips again.

König's eyes observe your contorting face derived from pleasure as your leaking arousal drips down your thighs and surfaces every crevice of his dick in which impales you more violently with each thrust that rode up into you. "Such a good girl for me, honig, taking me in so well," he drags a hand down to your sensitive pussy, sliding his fingers over before circling at your wet clit — sending an electric shock through your spine.

He was honored — not only to just be your lover, but to make you endure the ripples of pleasure in which he planted at your body — and you steadied yourself, mind going numb and point-blank within the slightest seconds of the combination of his dick fucking up through your warm walls and the circular motions that increased in speed everytime each circle was completed around.

Sounds considered shameful out of sex brushed past your lips as you were now the one who incapable to keep eye contact, König locked in on your glowing frame and following each twitch or sudden jolt certainly due to his overstimulating actions.

"Too much..." You stutter out, straightening out only to be brought back slouching with your back arching to the ceiling.

"Do you want to stop?" König asks almost immediately concerned, "Because we can if we want, I don't want to hurt yo-"

"König."

"Huh?'

"Shut up. Keep going." The words come out a gentle hush despite the small aggressiveness added to it, squeals and moans released into the air, your head thrown back.

His thumb pushes to a deeper extent at your clit, sending you over the edge, a loud König esentially clawing at the borders of your already-sore throat and out of your lips. Your hunched over with your head buried in his shoulder, the feral and sloppy thrusts of his dick repeatedly bumping against your cervix proceeded through your orgasm — an out of body experience that caused stars to block your peripheral vision, body light and slumped against his still thrusting one.

The warmth of his seed finally pumps up into your body and his thrusts pause, although his cock lodged in there for the time that passes to allow him to catch his breath — his ragged and heavy breaths. Tears finally spill from the corners of your eyes, not of sadness but at the pure relief and the surprising satisfaction that you had gotten from prison sex. He pulls out and leaves a trail of sticky seed to drool down from your leaking entrance and onto his sheets below, arms wrapping you into a hug, a hand stroking at your back soothingly.

You felt strangely lonely at your core without the constant notion of König's dick shaping your walls and easily striking your cervix with his size, but despite that loneliness it was restored with gentle aftercares and reassuring words that came after the intense session of intimacy that had been lead into a territory far more than expected.

König grabs at the corner of the sheets, dabbing it at your sensitive entrance first before cleaning up himself. Disgusting? Sure it was, but he didn't care, as long as anything was left by you he didn't really mind the idea.

"You were so good, mein lieber." praises König, a soft nuzzle of his head against yours.

"I could say the same for you, honey." You said as you press your head into his bare chest, heartbeat going at mildly fast pace.

"Why? You do not think I would be good at sex?" He asked.

"No, my little Austrian boyfriend." you reply, eyes shutting out of exhaustion. "I was just praising you too, get used to it."

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 9 months

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“It Made Me Think Of You”

Master List

Credits to the creator of the artwork-@661ave

“Wings” -Birdy

TW-None 🥹🥹

“Seeing you wait down that aisle made me think about all the bad times we had before we got here. I’m so so so sorry about all those bad and nasty things we said before. And I know we both take them all back and standing here with you. I never thought we would be exchanging our vows like this. You’re everything I want in a husband and much more.”

*(y/n) sighing and wiping their eyes*

“Looking up at the stars I etched every reason why I fell in love with you and when I’m no longer of this earth. Our children who will have our eyes and smiles and our hearts can gaze upon the stars and see everything I loved about their father for the rest of their lives”

“The way you look at me makes my flutter like a hummingbird. I couldn’t explain how it felt when you touched my heart. And still now, I can’t explain it now.”

“I know I was the only person that was able to melt that heart of ice.”

“Seeing you smile makes my heart skip a beat”

“Looking upon the trillion stars it makes me think of you”

König stood before them. Holding back his tears.

“Schatz I don’t know how to top that off it’s beautiful”

“I promise for the rest of my life. I devote my time and heart to you only. And our future children. They will have your heart and your smile. And I hope to god they have your laugh”

“Meine Liebe I carry your pictures with me on the battle field. There’s never a time your not on my mind. You melted the ice around my heart and mends my walls and showed me love. And I love you for that. You have no idea how you changed my life. Everytime I see the stars at night when I’m on my missions. They make me think of you.”

“When it’s my time to leave this earth. I will carry you to after life and continue loving you in every life time.”

“If we are reincarnated into different worlds and lives I will search every life time and every world to fall in love with you. And show you how important you are to me. And watch every sunset and sunrise till we draw our last breaths”

*Your May Kiss Your Partners*

😘😘

🥹🥹

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graysnetwork · 11 months

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hihi!!! sooo i was wondering if you'd write something about könig and (or) keegan with a s/o who has a thick accent🫶🏼🐢

Ooooo, I admire ppl with accents, especially cuz I miss when I did use to have one (barely but yk it’s cuz I only spoke Spanish as a kid) so tysm for this request!! Hope you like it anon!!

I saw this video once where it said that Americans have such a monotonous language and it’s hard to make a song or smtg very passionate cuz they sound like they don’t care so I kinda took that as a headcannon for Keegan :)

HAVING A THICK ACCENT — (Keegan/König)

Warnings: none!

First of all

This man prefers to listen than talk

So he just loves your accent, and loves even more how thick it is.

It’s something he finds interesting

Like how much he can hear it, and whenever he loses you he just listens for your accent

He thinks it’s very nice to say the least

He’s obsessed with just having you talk to him while he does something, having you in the background.

The first time you guys meet, he’d most likely ask you where your from. (He’d also have a hard time figuring out what your saying at first)

But he thinks the way you speak is so nice, compared to Americans every language and accent sound better than English in his opinion.

König kinda has a thick accent as well

He’d think yours is so much nicer than his.

He’s also a listener so he’d like to have you lead conversations.

But he’d also like just enjoying each other silence and company

But voice is always something he loves about anybody

And loves your so much

In his opinion, it sounds beautiful, and so comforting for him

Listening to you talk has gotta be his favorite pastimes, it’s his favorite things to do with you.

König would also try to pinpoint where your from, but he’d be to shy to ask and end up finding out on his own

Which made him interested in said place

And he’d end up finding out more than he needed to know about your ethnicity.

König would also be the type to just blurt out that he loves your voice and end up being embarrassed but when you say thank you and begin to talk to him more, he falls even more in love with you.

—

Hope it’s good!!!

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icarus-does-fall · 19 days

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Cause im a whore <33

König x reader (gender neutral) no specific anatomy mentioned, only nicknames like maus, schätz and liebling, ect ya get called ‘good little pet’ in German

Uhhhhh established relationship, generalized smut? It's been a uh… long long time since I've tried to write smut

Babe kneels for you 🫣

(I wrote this on my phone so the layout might be a little weird, my apologies)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.▹ .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

König and you had been in an on again, off again relationship for roughly six months. Him being who he was and constantly having to be deployed made having a stable relationship hard, but the times where he was home, those times he never left your side and did all he could to make up for lost time.

After this specific deployment though, it was nearly a year long, it caused a slight strain on the relationship and while you loved König his side of the bed was getting- and staying cold for much too long, far too often and sometimes you just wanted someone to hold you. Someone to tell you things we're going to be okay when the day is hard. There were days, months even that König wasn't even reachable or couldn't talk for long.

So now König was home, neither of you were sure for just how long but he was going to make the most of it- Or so he thought. As he walked in the door to the shared apartment you were sitting on the couch, you looked stressed, on the verge of tears as you waited for König. The room was tense.

“Liebling? What's the matter?”

You sighed, wringing your hands as you tried to meet Königs eyes but failed to time. You didn't want him to see just how much you were hurting but you needed to get your feelings out before they boiled over and actually caused damage to something.

The tears had started to fall as you began to speak.

“I- Kö… You know I love you yeah? And I know, I know it's not your fault for this but, I need more. You're gone so much, and I miss you all the time. It's starting to hurt yaknow?”

König stood stunned, somewhere in the back of his mind he thought this might have been an issue at some point, his job wasn't made to have lasting relationships but he was trying his best. He had wanted this one to work more so than any of his past attempts at a relationship.

With a soft sigh he moved over to your side, kneeling in front of you, his hands placed over yours. “Mein Schätz, I know it's hard, I feel it just the same. But we both knew going into this relationship it would be hard, ja? I love you schatz, we'll be okay. Ich versprechen.”

You sniffled and nodded, taking your hands away from his to wipe away your tears, although worry still lingered in your eyes and König noticed that. So with his hands now on your thighs he began to massage them gently slowly working his way up till they rested on your hips. “Breath maus, I know I am gone often but that doesn't make my love any less. I am… enraptured by you. Let me show you, ja?”

Your breath hitched ever so slightly so König ran his hands up your thighs and you nodded slightly, but it was enough for König. He smiled and slipped his fingers past the waistband of both your pants and underwear, pulling them down and away from you, leaving you exposed.

“Brav klein Haustier~ So gut für mich ja?~”

You blushed, you always did. It didn't matter how many times König had seen you naked- or partially naked, or how many times he praised you, you always ended up a blushing mess from his words… and touch but he wasn't even really there yet, but your insides were already coiling and you pouting as he teased you.

You huffed as König grinned and began to slowly kiss up your thighs, lightly biting along your skin as he did making sure to leave marks in his wake- Your huffs and pouts soon turned into gasps and high pitched whimpers as you gripped onto the couch cushions next to you.

“K-König… would you stop teasing me? Fucks sake…”

He merely grinned and then buried his face in between your thighs, his hands on either legs to keep them spread apart for him, and ended up directly nestled towards your core. You could feel your heat and need rising as your hands ended up tangled in his hair.

You could feel his tongue, his teeth graze along your more sensitive areas, his stubble adding to the experience even more. Your back was arching off the back of the couch, soft and heavy pants mixed with mewls as your grip tightened of Königs hair left your mouth. Those sounds were like music to König and he wanted- no he needed more.

“König- König! Please!”

König chuckled and continued his assault. As he laughed and then spoke, the vibrations of his voice made your legs shake. “My name sounds perfect when you scream it like that maus~”

You whimpered and tried to close your legs, the feelings König was giving you starting to build and as you tried to pull away and only dived in deeper and gripped on your thighs tighter. Right now, he was focused on your pleasure and he wasn't going to stop until he'd made you cum until there wasn't anything left. You both needed that.

König kept eating you out as if you were his last meal, at this point he'd given up holding open your thighs letting your legs close around his head as he held onto your hips and moaned against you. Soon you came, all the building emotions from missing him only adding to your release. Your toys and fantasies couldn't hold a candle compared to the real thing that was your boyfriend.

After you came König pulled away, just for a moment to help your body through the aftershocks, saliva and cum dripping from his chin as he nuzzled your thighs and rubbed gentle circles on your hips with the pads of his thumbs.

“I got you liebling, you did so well~ But we're not done yet. I plan to make you see stars ja? Let me make you feel wanted? Bitte?~”

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paperbag-prncss-writes · 6 months

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From Tirol with Love

König x F! Reader

(Read Here on AO3)

Summary:

Callsign Moon and König are on a mission in the mountains. The change of weather forced them to hide out in a hut. Eventually one thing lead to another and they were blowing their steam off.

It is cold. So bloody cold. The blond woman pulled her balaclava further over her nose, so she could protect her face from the freezing air, which felt like cutting her skin. The bright reflection of the sunlight on the snow-covered mountain was almost blinding her. Quickly she tucked her ski goggles back to cover her eyes.

It was early February, the snow was fresh and it was a windy day. Under other circumstances, she would have never gone skiing on a day like this. However, today they are in a hurry. When KorTac received the mission to catch up on a target, who was planning to flee from Italy to Austria over the Alps, they quickly need to secure a possible route, so they could catch up on him.

It was her colonel König who formed different teams to find new routes over the glacier, after an avalanche last week made it impossible to cross the borders by the known route. König himself wanted to cover up the route over the Weißseespitze via ski. As a partner, he picked one of the sergeants, Call sign Moon. After working under König’s supervision for two years Moon was confident on skiing, but the cold always hits her hard. She could never get used to it.

Two clicks confirmed Moon’s boots are securely attached to the skis again. She grabs the ski poles tight and patiently looked at König, waiting for further instructions. She is glad her balaclava hides her grin so well, because she could not stop rolling her eyes when she sees him. He looks so ridiculous. Normally, at the base, he wears this stupid black shirt over his face, but here on the mountain, he really choses to wear a white shirt over the face, so he could blend in with their snow camouflage? Like the balaclava would not cover his face enough already? It looks just like a negative from what he usually wears. This man really put some afford into his outfit. She would have never guessed he is so vain.

König took a last look on his GPS before he gave Moon a nod. “Are you ready? We need to go 3km west - downhill.” Moon slides closer to him, “Yes, ready when you are.” König gave himself a push with the ski sticks to slide down the mountain. He leads the way down, close to the original route. Moon was right behind him. She could not see a difference on why the old route would not be passable anymore. She could only trust König in what he was doing. Suddenly he stops, Moon stops right beside him. He was almost half a meter taller, she lifting her head so bad to meet his gaze. “Did you hear that?”, he asked. Moon tried to listen to any noise, but the only sound she could notice was the wind, howling deep. “No, what do you mean?” König was silent for a brief moment, trying to find more of the noise he heard. “It was a thunder. Looks like it could be another avalanche somewhere. We need to find shelter.” Moon’s stomach turns. This was the worst-case scenario. Her mind went almost blind if König would not have pulled her back into reality. “There is a mountain hut close by. Follow me.” He started to slide further down and Moon was close behind him. Moon was focused on every little noise while she slides close behind him, not like she could change anything about the situation, but there was nothing else she could do.

Just as König promised, they arrived at the mountain hut shortly after. They entered it immediately only to see the last time it might have been used was a while ago. It was a bit dusty, but still cosy somehow. Moon was happy to take she skis off her boots and stomps on the wooden floor. König moves around and checks if they have everything they need for the moment, “There is a bit of wood, so we can light the fireplace.” He slides his feet out of the heavy boots, so he can move around better. Moon just turns around, “What do you mean? How long are we staying?”. König chuckles, “As long as we need to. At the moment it’s not safe to go out.” The cold floor sends him shivers up the body. He piles up a few logs of firewood and lights them on fire. While watching the fire to burn higher and take over the whole log, he started to undress himself. Taking off the jacket and hanging it over a chair, facing the fireplace, so it can dry. He sits beside the fire and waits for it to warm him up.

Moon could not stop starring at him. König in his compression clothes was a hell of a sight. She knew he worked out, but his body was looking good in this tight shirt. Quickly she brushed this thought off, he was her Colonel after all. She got out of her jacket as well. The place was tiny, so it did not take long until her eyes catches a book. She flips the pages and reads a few entries. It’s the guestbook wanderer left when they passed the Alps and seek shelter at this hut. Moon looks out of the window and wonders how peaceful this hut could be, if there wasn't an avalanche threatening at the very moment. She did not even realize when König was suddenly standing behind her. He was massive compared to her. A thunder caught his attention. His eyes piercing the area trying to find the place where it was coming from. The echoes made it hard to locate. His reflexes worked to quick. Before Moon could even notice, his hand was on her waist and he pulled her over, “Away from the window!”, he screamed. He could move her over so quickly, like it was nothing. The snow masses dash down the mountain, only hundred meters away from their mountain hut. The thunder was threatening, but it was a close call. Moon grabs to the next thing to hold herself, but it was his chest. His body felt hard, no tense, but his warmth was comfortable… Moon blushes and stumbles, “Th… thanks, Sir.”

The shock gave her body shivers. She sits on the bed and tries to calm herself, while König sends an emergency call. They would need to be rescued from the mountain, the snow masses are not safe to enter. After a while, König turns to her, mounting so intimidating in front of her. “They’ll try to send a rescue team tomorrow at sunrise. The weather is changing right now. We need to stay here over the night.” Moon nods and pulled her knees in to keep her body warmth close. If they wait this out, they will need to safe resources. It is not the first time Moon is rescued out of a mission, but this time the threat isn't human.

König puts another log in the fire before takes a seat by the window. “Try to get some sleep, Moon. You’ll need some stamina when we make it out tomorrow. I take the first watch.”

Moon rolls her eyes. Why would he take a watch anyway? It's not like they would expect any human enemies any minute when an avalanche just rolled past them. Maybe it is just a soldier habit to have a watch over sleeping teammates. Or maybe it was, because this hut only has one bed.

Moon only keeps her compression clothes on and rolls over on the bed, facing the wall. With all the gear off she only recognized now how sore her muscles felt. The tension could finally wash off. Yet, she was not tired, but wants to use the time to relax at her best. She closes her eyes and listens to the cracking of the wood in the fire. Her breath got calm and the room gets darker.

Eventually König came to the conclusion there is no need to keep a night watch. He figured Moon was asleep regarding her calm and relaxed movements. He tries to be as calm and slow as possible to sneak under the blanket. Of course Moon noticed the sudden movement on the bed, “Oh, sorry Sir, is it my turn already?”. She wanted to get up, but König puts a hand on her shoulder and pushes her back into bed. “Negative. There’s no use watching the pitch black darkness. We’re safe here. Let’s get some rest.” Moon turns around again. She tries to play it cool being in one bed with her colonel, but there is nothing they could change about this situation. König was trying to get comfortable in the bed, but it was a difficult task regarding his massive build and the additional person in the bed. After rolling around a few times he found a position, that was ok for him, resting his hand on Moons shoulder. Moon was feeling her cheeks blushing. As much as she tries to act it professional, but she could not ignore the feeling of his body pressed against her back any longer. It was making her nervous. It’s been God knows how long since somebody touched her and she could not lie, but König was feeling way too comfortable. If… there was not a growing stitch on her bum. She considered for a moment, if she just wants to ignore it, or speak up, but decided it is better to get it off her chest. “Colonel… please tell me that’s a pistol you took in bed with you.” König chuckles, “What? A soldier like you shouldn’t be afraid of heavy weapons.”

Moon folded. She was not prepared for him being so cocky. But after all... he still has a nice body and she was touch starved. Did she get him right, or was her imagination running wild with her at the moment? She did not even notice her body reacting to him. König came even closer so he could whisper in her ear, “You should know I can feel you clenching down there.”. He gently slides his big hand down her back till it stops at her waist and draws little circles. Moon was glad the room was dark and she was facing the wall, otherwise he would notice her blushing so bad. “Sorry, Sir... it's just... haven't been touched by anyone in months...” she stuttered. It was a lie, it was even longer now - years maybe. The grip in his hand was growing stronger, he pulled Moon closer in. “Oh? Isn't that exciting?”, he whispers with a smirk. His hand carefully slides under Moon's shirt. His fingers traced the curves of her waist, like he was testing the waters.

His touch sends shivers over Moon's whole body. She bites her lip in anticipation where this behaviour would lead to. König's hand slides further up till he cups her breast. “Is this like you remember it?” Moon holds her breath. “... similar.”, she pressed out between her teeth. While his fingers continued massaging her breast and playing with her nub, his other hand grabs her hips tight and pulls her into his lap. “Want me to remind you how it's like?”

Moon cursed his name in her mind, whimpers is all she lets out, once she feels his big cock pressing against her bum. “Sorry, I didn't hear you, little one.”, König whispers in her ear. “...yes.” she muffles in her pillow. “That's better...” His hands started caressing her tights. Even through the fabric of her compression pants, she could feel his hands being to gentle on her. Eventually he pulled her in on the waistband of her pants. He was getting more demanding. Moon answers with desperate whimpers. He pulls her pants off, giving himself more access to her to feel her soft skin. His hands slipped so easily between her legs, feeling her heat, sweat moisten her skin. Moon moans and bites her pillow to dampen her noises, when his fingers reached her slit – tracing her puffy lips up and down before he circles her bundle of nerves in a slow pace. “What's that? Already so wet?” One finger enters her, he growls, feeling her sucking him in so easily. He pumps his finger in and out while his thumb rubs her clit in circles. “You're really desperate, aren't you?” “Please...” “Please what, Hasi?” “I need to feel you...” König was knuckles deep in her, feeling her gummy walls clenching, desperate for him to feel. He inserted a second finger, stretching her, making her feel full. “Look at that... you're doing so well.”

König moves around, grabs her waist and turns her on her back. He hovers on top of her, squeezing the flesh of her tights. “How come, you didn't let anyone touch you for so long?” Moon gets hold on the waistband of his pants and pulls him closer. “There was nobody I liked.”, she said seductively. König gives in and rubs his cock over her swollen clit. “But you like me?” It was more of a statement than a question. Moon only nods, biting her lip to swallow her moans. König pulls down his pants, letting the tip of his cock trace her slit up and down. Her juices coating him so well. He presses his his cock slowly into her pussy, carefully not to hurt her – he wants her to get used to his size. “Slow, and gentle... you're doing so well.” Moon takes a deep breath in, feeling him stretching her so wide. Her nails digging deep into his shoulders, pulling him closer. König notices her eagerness, her pussy sucking him in, but he wants to go slow on her. “You listen to me, Hasi. I want you to get used to me, feel me. And when you come, you scream my name.” Moon wraps her legs around his hips, rolling her eyes back as he goes in even deeper.

König thrusts in and out in a slow but steady pace – his hands pinning her hip into the bed, giving her no chance to move. He enjoys the cute little noises Moon makes under each thrust way too much. It encourages him to go a bit faster, his thumb rubbing over her clit. He feels her pussy clenching around him. “That's it, Hasi. Taking me so well. You're amazing.” Moon's legs started shaking, he hits her g-spot just too good. Being so touch starved didn't help much, König was pushing her right to the edge. “Come on, Hasi. I know you're close. Come on my cock, let me feel that sweet pussy sucking me in.” It only takes two more thrusts to push her over the edge. Her core was pulsating, trembles washing over her body. “Fuck, yes König! Yes!”

König couldn't hold it any longer, her pussy was choking his cock. He painted her gummy walls all white. He is almost collapsing on her. His head laying on her shoulder as he whispers, “Actually, it's Lukas.” Moon smirks, “Alright.... Lukas.” “So, was this like you remember your last time?” “No... this one was better.”

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könig x reader : same little sound

so so so so sorry for disappearing !! i was way too busy with studying and training — take this as a wholehearted apology !! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡

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holding hands. a sane person would probably imagine two soft palms pressing against each other, fingers tightly or loosely intertwined. someone with a wilder imagination would also associate this whole thing with soft little kisses on the cheek, gentle chuckles and whispers. hushed little breaths and soft, sneaky looks from behind eyelashes.

you thought you were a sane person until a few months ago. you thought that holding hands was like that, it was the way your parents taught you to cling onto your cousin’s hand. you dangled it around, having a little fun as it all just seemed like a chore to do, to appear as someone who loves another person.

tap. tap. tap.

soft and gentle taps against your knuckles were the only things you could feel as you sat on the edge of your bed. the bedsheets were messy and there was some kind of unknown stain on your pillow, it was probably coffee or something like that. you might ask me — ‘munchi, why are you writing about what’s on my pillow? you’re embarrassing me, it’s dirty,’ then you’re right, but when your eyes are darting around the room, not knowing where to look out of dizziness, you start to examine the stain on your pillow, right?

you look at the way the liquid was spilled, you start to think about when it could have happened. maybe you let your guard down for a second and the mug slipped from your hand. no, that would have made a bigger mess, for sure. doesn’t even matter. you start to see the traces of the golden ratio in the shape of it, it feels like you’re going insane for a second as your mind is spinning even when you’re supposed to be relaxed, and then —

you really are insane, right? rubbing clothed fingers in a pair of black gloves against soft, bare knuckles can’t be considered hand-holding. what were you even thinking?

“is this okay?”

a gentle sound snaps the silence in half. he probably thought about blurting this sentence out for three or four minutes before forming the words in his mouth with his tongue, trying it out how he would have to create the sentence behind closed lips in order to not sound weird. he didn’t dare look up to your face, the dark blob in the corner of your eye just seeming like a little part of your vision you just happened to lose.

but no, he was really there. you moved your head to the right side and you seemed to lose even more of your precious sight — seeing someone kneeling right next to your bed. you didn’t want to think about these damned letters that spelled his name out. if you were determined enough then you could basically ignore using the letters of his name when speaking, purely out of innocent stupidity and because you didn’t want to remind yourself of how much you liked the harsh cotton against your knuckles.

but if you constantly thought about avoiding those little guys then it would also just always remind you of them. it would linger in your mind forever and ever until you eventually forget about what you wanted to ignore so badly. and that’s what the original plan was, but gosh, it hurt to realize that deep down, that wasn’t what you actually wanted.

“yeah.”

you mumbled out under your breath, almost choking on this one small little word. at least it didn’t contain any of his letters, that’s already half success! this needs to be celebrated by —

“i’m not hurting you, right?”

how could he ever hurt you? his fingers were treating your hand like it was made of the finest porcelain material ever, like it was a boquet of a thousand blossoming roses and like it was the head of a baby doe, just carefully petting so the mother won’t notice the smell of a human on it.

oh, i totally forgot what i was about to say there! so, that needs to be celebrated by him looking up from the ground. soft, blue eyes staring right into yours, that’s what i’m talking about! he seemed so hesitant, it was like he was scared of you just reaching out and breaking his spine in half. that’s stupid, isn’t it? if anyone would be able to break his bones in half just with a small snap then it would actually be himself. that man was a fucking ram.

“no.”

you shook your head gently, slipping your hand out of his. he seemed surprised for a second, not knowing why you made this sudden movement when he was in the middle of finally taking a huge step (that was only huge in his own closed-off little mind).

“come on, könig. sit up here, will you?”

you said his name! you said the letters, you lost. you absolutely lost, but there wasn’t really anything else you could have done. those blue eyes staring up at you made you lose this little game that you made up in your mind, and the worst part is that you didn’t even notice it at first.

the rough sound of his knee pads scraping against the dirty and old tiled floor made you practically deaf in one ear until you finally saw him in front of you, sitting on the bed with one leg still hanging down from the floor. thankfully he took his boots off earlier, you wouldn’t want a muddy stain on your blanket! would go nicely with the coffee drop on your pillow, totally makes it a set. you could just write ‘i’m messy and i don’t clean up after myself!’ in caps lock on your forehead and it would basically mean the same thing, huh?

“thanks.”

butterflies seemed to be waking up in your stomach as his hand returned to your knuckles once again. brushing softly and gently, but never letting skin rub against skin, he was still in his black gloves. you wished you could just grab the fabric and tug it them off of him but you knew it would scare him away. you had to treat him like a wounded animal — and he treated you like one as well in return.

a gentle sting on your neck was what you needed to finally inject a numbing serum into the butterflies, making them land somewhere in your belly. his mask was gently lifted and you wished you could grasp even a tiny bit of what was under it but the way he leaned on your shoulder like that made the details impossible to see. he clung onto you like a baby.

“i’m sorry if that hurt. wasn’t my intention.”

“it didn’t. you’re fine.”

“thank you.”

“you don’t have to say thank you for everything, hm?”

he just shook his head as he pulled back slightly. his blue eyes were desperately looking for any kind of emotion in your own irises. he was probably trying to scan the look you gave him, trying to detect if he was making and moves you didn’t like, or if you were uncomfortable.

but you were steady. he was slow and you liked the way he hushed and mumbled small little things into the air everytime he did something with you. the way his lips moved against your skin made you slightly shiver and it was looking like the butterflies woke up before they were supposed to. your system was running out of soothing and numbing liquids for the little creatures of excitement, you weren’t making enough to sedate them.

“how about this?”

he whispered as he gently placed a hand on your thigh. your camouflage print pants lightly creaked under his fingers, the way he softly gripped it made you think of the golden ratio again. you would have bet your life that the way he was holding you was mathematically perfect, even though his grip was loose it felt like you were being choked by a thousand little chopped up pieces of ropes.

“mhm. there.”

“and here?”

“please,” you spoke gently, trying to keep the silence.

könig. könig, könig, könig. there, i wrote his name down four times, here — könig, let’s make it five so it’s a prettier number that feels less empty. it isn’t just on you now, we both lost the game. but the way he was touching your thighs was basically too much in the best way possible.

he tried to keep eye contact with you but you knew that he was struggling. he kept moving his head away, not knowing if he should lean down to be closer to you or keep his original posture to be as far away as possible. he had no idea which one would br the better choice, he didn’t know what made you feel that little knot in your stomach yet.

“if i asked you really nicely,” he started quietly, his voice shaky. “would you touch me there too?”

“here? your thighs?”

“yes. please.”

and before you could voluntarily reach out to grab him, he slid a little closer to you on the bed and he carefully wrapped two fingers around your wrist, pulling it closer to himself. he placed it right where he wanted to — and you couldn’t help but make a mental note on how much his hand was shaking.

“thank you,” his voice echoed in the quiet and small room. you let out a deep breath as he placed his hand back onto your thigh, gently kneading it. it felt so soft.

and when you realized that he was still in a mask and you’ve never even seen his face before, it gave you that little feeling that this might be wrong. a gut feeling, or whatever. but there were butterflies in your guts too! they were telling you the exact opposite. telling you about how you were going insane because of you accepting what he did earlier as a way of holding hands. was this what falling in love felt like?

you would think it was one sided. honestly, i thought it was one sided too. but when he gently took his hand off of your thigh and tugged his gloves off, you knew something changed inside him too.

and he was looking at the coffee stain as well. and he thought about the golden ratio, and about the butterfly sedatives, and the thank yous, and — maybe, just maybe, there was the same little sound speaking inside both of your heads.

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gentle könig !! no other words. also. would anyone else be interested in being added to my taglist? i still have no idea how these work, but @axophyllic gave me the idea and i’m totally okay with it if anyone else is interested. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

and if you have any ideas on what i should write about — please don’t keep it to yourself! let me know.

good night!

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The First Time

(König x F! Reader)

(Little Mouse Masterlist)

The first time you see König after your capture, it's in Serbia.

Or least you think it's him. It's hard to tell in the darkness as the 141 stalks through the shadows of the compound. Quiet, deadly, efficient. The only traces you leave are the flecks of red on the peeling painted walls and the short, cut off groans of dying men stuffed into the elusive corners near their posts. It's horrifc, bloody business, the kind you take no pleasure in but know will keep you, your team mates safe.

You're pressed up against a corner. The dingy glow of an overhead light flickers down the hallway, the dull, electric buzz like white noise against your own racing thoughts. You're on point, gun drawn and hugged tightly to your chest. There's not a noise between you and the other four men, all darting eyes and quiet, quick hand signals. When you glance to Gaz to make sure he's at your six, you can still see the butterfly stitch above his left brow- a parting gift from the man who held you captive.

It had taken him a week to get out of the hospital, days after you had completed your own evaluation and debrief of your capture and rescue. Miraculously, Gaz's wounds from the grenade blast were surprisingly superficial. No broken bones, a few minor burns, but one nasty concussion that had left him staring up at the ceiling for days.

"I saw him." He croaked, when you went to visit him, glassy brown eyes turned to you, full of guilt. "I saw him carry you off. I- I couldn't do anything."

"I'm sorry."

You had held his gaze, had gently rested a hand on his in a gesture of reassurance. Yet you couldn't contain your own guilt- lamenting the fact that, in all things, Gaz had suffered so much more than you. You couldn't bear to tell him, couldn't share the fact that the man he'd seen take you, the one now designated as an enemy, that König, had been almost gentle with you.

Now, Gaz's eyes flash at you with a nod, and behind him, in the dimness you can see Price's outline- his eyes sliding over to you, waiting, watchful.

You breath, tilt just past the wall to take a peek down the hallway that leads to the data extraction point. It's dim. The cover of night leaves little light left in the seemingly abandoned building, now littered with bodies. It's only a matter of time before you're all discovered. All the more reason to make this fast, quiet.

Footsteps.

You feel Gaz at your back tense, finger on the trigger of his weapon. Your own heartrate spikes inside your veins, the white hot pulse of adrenaline flashing through you. Yet your eyes never leave the hallway, and when you look there's a shape, a figure that blends in with the dimness, a wavering silhouette you can barely make out.

Massive. A monster.

There's a hood covering his face.

Like an executioner.

You freeze, go absolutely rigid where you stand, and that pulse of adrenaline is down tampered down by the icy wash of fear, of realization. You can feel the blood drain from your face, the steady rise of your heartbeat sharpen into something instinctive, fatalistic. For a moment the mission before you, the men at your back seem to fade, and in their places is only him, the sound of his taunting, ominous farewell.

"For now." König echoes, and you see his eyes under the lantern that swings wildly back and forth, dancing shadows across his hood. A spirit, a poltergeist.

It's Gaz nudging you, seeing the flare of fear in your eyes spark to life, that startles you out of your reverie.

"What is it?" He hisses, voice barely audible. You have to strain to hear him over the blood rushing in your ears. Yet when you try to answer you can only shake your head, confused, shocked by what you've seen.

"Rookie."

Your eyes find Price, and there's a sternness, a guiding, steadying balance there that has the tremble in your hands stilling, brings you back down the earth once more.

"What did you see?"

You swallow, but in your throat you can still taste the dust that hovers in the air after the grenade explosion, the dampness of the cell where he'd pressed you into the wall, the one where his hands had-

"It's him." You gasp at last, voice tight, cracking in the silence. "It's König."

You see the way Gaz's eyes brighten, lighting up like a firework against a night sky- sudden, brilliant, full of sparks. They contort for a moment in a rare instance of fury for the sergeant, and before he can move it's the captain's hand that settles on his shoulder, firm, anchoring.

"Are you sure?" Is all he asks of you. Nothing to indicate his concern at your reaction, his frustration, his concern about the massive soldier who could be right down the fucking hallway-

You nod, but the words on your lips waver, suddenly uncertain.

"I-I think so. He- König, he was wearing a hood. Maybe I-"

A single finger to Price's lips, warning you of the sound of your own voice. It's enough to make you suck in a breath, hold it hovering in your chest.

"Gaz." He instructs quietly, voice rumbling, grating with the sound of cigar smoke. "On our six. I'm taking point."

Then, to you, Price's eyes narrow, focus onto the wash of fright, of confusion across your expression.

"Eyes on me, Rookie. Stay with me."

You can only nod, try vainly to erase the sound König's voice from your ears, desperately ignoring the sheer presence of him that weighs heavy in your mind.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Maus."

Price passes you, and you shudder once, closing your eyes, forcing the air to settle in your chest. When the captain's eyes flash to you, you nod, follow him around the corner.

There's no one there.

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