#meine liebe anime

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Help for Beni/Hilfe für die Katze Beni ❤️

We ask for help!!! 😣I have a request for The Sims 4 community ❤️

A few years ago we found a little kitten. He was in desperate need of help because of cat flu. We actually saved his life. Now Beni needs help again. We are afraid that things will be difficult financially. The problem is in the cat's mouth. He may have some teeth that need to be removed. For a detailed examination we first need to take an x-ray. We want to donate the money for treatment. It breaks our hearts to see him suffering and we want to help him as soon as possible. Thank you for every donation. Beni is counting on your help.

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Vor ein paar Jahren haben wir ein kleines Kätzchen gefunden. Wegen einer Katzenschnupfen brauchte er dringend Hilfe. Wir haben ihm tatsächlich das Leben gerettet. Jetzt braucht Beni erneut Hilfe. Wir befürchten, dass es finanziell schwierig wird. Das Problem liegt im Maul der Katze. Möglicherweise hat er einige Zähne, die entfernt werden müssen. Zur detaillierten Untersuchung müssen wir zunächst ein Röntgenbild anfertigen. Das Geld wollen wir für die Behandlung spenden. Es bricht uns das Herz, ihn leiden zu sehen und wir wollen ihm so schnell wie möglich helfen. Vielen Dank für jede Spende. Beni zählt auf Ihre Hilfe.

You can help us here or Ko-fi!

Hier können Sie uns helfen!

[beautifulinternetwhispers]

Meine Leibe offical art

[latenightdaydreams]

Hii i was wondering if we could pretty please have a part 2 of Viking!werewolf!konig it was so goodddddd

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Yes!🩷

Viking!Werewolf!König x Reader Part 2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 1

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, mention of death, p in v, a little bit of dacryphilia

1.6k word count

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The sound of men talking loudly around you wakes you up. Your eyes open slowly as the memory of last night comes flooding back to you. For a moment, you almost believe it was simply a bad dream, but then you're greeted with the visual of a few Viking men sitting around you. The green dress on your body, not your own. As you fully wake up, panic begins to set in. The language being spoken is unknown to you, but you notice one man gesturing at you.

In fear, you scramble back off of the animal hide that you’re sleeping on. Fight or flight adrenaline floods your body as you get to your feet. When you turn to run, you instantly crash into a man with an enormous frame. His shirtless body is riddled in scars, with the tattoo of a wolf over his heart. Long pale blonde hair falling out from underneath the wolf's head the man is wearing. His sharp, pale blue eyes inspect you as you gaze up at his face.

You realize that the fur is the same color as the beast from last night, causing a loud scream to erupt from your chest. König wraps his arms around your waist to keep you from running as he chuckles softly. He expected this reaction after the strange meeting last night.

“It’s me, Liebling. Don’t be afraid. It’s your König.”

“You’re the wolf!”

The fear in your voice was clear. The small group of men behind you begins to laugh at your reaction. One look from König quickly quiets their outburst. He turns his attention back to you, one of his hands moving up to caress the side of your face.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. You’re safe with me, Liebling.”

König’s voice is soft as he speaks to you, his touch gentle as he holds you against his bare chest. Your body quivers as you take deep breaths, trying to steady your breathing. His scent is oddly soothing, bringing your thoughts back to last night. You turn your gaze up to him.

“You- you’re a human?” There is a look of confusion in your eyes as your hands rest on his chest. 

“I’m a man during the day. At night I become something else.” His eyes study your face, waiting for your reaction.

“Are you…the Wolf of the North?”

“Ja, I am. So was my father and his before him. It’s passed down.” He speaks of his lineage with pride.

There are no words to be said as you stare up at König in a mix of wonder and fear. A million questions are running through your mind as he gently caresses your face still. König can still see the lingering unease in your gaze.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

“You’re my mate, my love, my wife. I would never hurt you.” König’s voice is almost a whisper as he speaks with genuine love.

“N-no, I already have a husband; Bjorn.” You attempt to back away from König, you just realized you don’t know what has become of Bjorn.

König quickly pulls you flush against his body again, not allowing you to get any distance from him. The mention of your husband causing a flare of jealousy to arise in his gut, he understands that you simply are in shock, but why are you denying him? That pathetic excuse of a man doesn’t deserve you.

“Husband? The man that was hiding last night? He didn’t even attempt to fight for you, Meine Liebe.” König’s words sound harsh, but he is just attempting to get a point across. You could have been in true danger and that man was just going to let you get hurt to save himself. That’s not something a worthy man would do.

“Bitte, don’t worry. I’ve been searching far and wide for my mate, I promise to give you a happy life. I know you feel the connection too.”

Before you can respond, König leans down to press his lips against yours. Your eyes close as you melt into the kiss, sparks flowing throughout your body as you give in and kiss back. His tongue delves into your mouth, desperate to taste you. A low hum rumbles from his chest as his hand drops from your waist, squeezing the supple flesh of your ass. You hate to admit it, but he’s right; being in his arms feels natural.

“König!” A man shouts for him, pulling him out of this moment with you.

König’s lip’s part from yours, a string of spit connecting the two of you still. He sees the man who called him, guiding another man in front of him. With one last quick kiss, König leaves your side and approaches them.

“Stay here.” He whispers to you.

The moment you turn your head you see him, Bjorn. Your heart began to pound in your chest. He’s alive, yet you aren’t overwhelmed by emotions seeing him. With small steps you slowly follow König, even though he told you to stay.

Bjorn has his hands bound behind his back as he gets shoved to the cold grassy ground beneath him. A wild look in his eyes as he fears what the Vikings will do to him. König approached with his arms crossed, his pale eyes boring into Bjorn’s.

“I found him in a barn, hiding in hay.” The unknown man says to König.

“Bjorn?”

Your small voice causes the men to turn their gaze in your direction. Bjorn looks surprised to see that you’re still alive. König seemingly upset that you didn’t follow his demand. He walks to you, blocking your view of Bjorn.

“I told you to stay back.” König grabs your chin, forcing your gaze on him.

“I know, but—”

“That’s my wife!” Bjorn cuts you off as he yells at König.

König’s expression hardens as he rolls his eyes. He turns around to face Bjorn and approaches him quickly, getting in his face and grabbing him by his neck and gripping hard. Bjorn tries to peel his hands off as he struggles to take deep breaths.

“She’s mine.” The words come out rough through gritted teeth.

You watch the scene feeling helpless. Bjorn was a coward, but he doesn’t deserve to die. In an attempt to calm König, you walk beside him and touch his shoulder. You catch his attention; he turns his head to you and pushes Bjorn backwards to the ground as he faces you.

“Please don’t.”

“Liebling, please leave. I don’t want you to see this.”

Those words cause your heart to sink; he is going to kill Bjorn. As you attempt to change König’s mind, he motions for his man to grab you and take you away. The tall red head man walks to you and effortlessly picks you up before walking you away to one of the tents. He places you on the animal hide, telling you to stay before walking outside to the tent to guard it.

In the distance you can hear an animalistic growl followed by a terrified scream from Bjorn. Your heart drops, tears forming in your eyes as your breathing begins to pick up. A few moments later, König walks into the tent. The rush of killing has his senses heightened and seeing you laying on his bed causes blood to rush to his cock. He pulls off his pants and walks to you.

You feel König’s body heat radiating on your skin as he presses himself up against you. The feeling of his erection pressed against your ass as he pushes it into you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath. His hand traces the curve of your body, moving down to the hem of your dress and pulling it up.

“König, what are you doing?” Your voice raspy from all your tears.

“I’m making you feel better.”

König grabs your hip and turns you on your back, quickly getting on top of you. When your legs open, your natural smell consumes him making him even more desperate for you. You watch him as he admires your cunt, slapping his cock on it and watching as your clit swells. He looks up to your face, your eyes and lips puffy from crying.

“Meine Liebe,” König slowly pushes his hips forward, pressing his cock into you. “You’re so beautiful.”

Even in his human form, König’s cock is absolutely monstrous. An electric wave of pleasure pulses over your whole body as he slams his hips against you, attempting to cover himself completely in you wet warmth. Pathetic mewls leave your lips as your walls flutter tightly around him. His hands slip up your body to your hips, pulling you into him whenever he thrust forward.

“König!” You cry out, your mind growing hazy in a whirlwind of pleasure; Bjorn fading away into the background of the moment.

Hearing you call his name is the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. He grabs both of your hands and holds them above your head, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. At this angle he can shove his cock deeper into you. His eyes never leave yours, watching you closely as your beautiful face contorts into faces of orgasmic pleasure.

“Liebling.” König moans as he leans down to kiss you, his tongue forcing its way past your lips. The vibrations of your loud moans traveling into him. Your body squirms in a mix of pleasure and pain as he relentlessly bucks into you. He can’t control himself; he can feel the primal need to breed you taking over. Your old mate is dead, now you’re completely his.

[justananxiousweirdo]

CAN YOU DO JOOST X AGGU X READER FLUFF HC / IMAGES?? PLEASE IM OBSESSED

YESSS OFC I CAN (hopefully)

Side note: I appreciate everyone who’s been interacting with my channel. I love you guys :)

Joost x Aggu x Reader HC

Joost absolutely loves cuddle time. Anytime you or Aggu are laying or sitting back Joost always jumps at the chance to lay with you. Your and Aggu’s camera rolls are filled with pictures of Joost snuggled into either of your sides. He loves to lay his head on your or Aggu’s chests. Whenever he lays on Aggu Aggu will play with his hair soothing Joost to sleep.

Aggu’s the type to play a claw machine or carnival game a thousand times if you or Joost see a prize you like. That man will be concentrated as fuck trying his hardest to get you or Joost some stuffed animal that probably costs five bucks but Aggu spent thirty just playing the damn game over and over again.

After begging the boys to bake with you over and over they eventually gave in. You cheered as the three of you headed out to grab a few missing ingredients. As soon as you got back home you raced to preheat the oven and get started. Within five minutes all hell broke loose. The kitchen was an absolute mess, they’re was flour everywhere, Joost had dumped a bowl of dry ingredients over top of Aggu’s head because he thought it would be funny. In retaliation Aggu poured the rest of the bag of flour on Joost, but the second you tried to scold them they both declined to team up against you. Both boys decided to grab the closet dry ingredient to them and completely covered you. For the rest of the night the three of you had a food fight and got no baking done.

They both have a million pet names they use. They have nicknames both in English and their native languages. Aggu usually calls you shantz, liebe, Prinzessin, Shöne, or mein leben. He usually calls Joost babe, prinz, Süße, Kuschelwanze, or liebling. Joost usually calls you perziken, liefde, or Schatje. He usually calls Aggu Aggie, honing, or knap. If you don’t speak German or Dutch it took a lot of begging from you for them to tell you what the nicknames meant, obviously you had an idea but you were never certain until they finally told you.

They’ve both made songs for you and each other that they’ll never release because they like to keep some things private and they think it’s more meaningful that way. And if you make music as well you do the same for them.

They’re both the type to ask for five more minutes. You’ll wake up and not want to just lie in bed all day so you’ll try to stand up just for both men to hold you down muttering something along the lines of “five more minutes” or “its too early”.

You three have a lot of movie and game nights. Either you three cuddle up on the couch watching a movie (that took twenty minutes for the three of you to agree on) with blankets and snacks. Or you all let out your competitive sides and get out some cards and poker chips, kisses are also accepted as a form of currency in your guys’ game nights. After all it isn’t about the money it’s about totally destroying your boyfriends in every game you play. They always accuse you of cheating, but that’s never the case, esp when Joost runs out of Monopoly money fifteen minutes in and pays rent with small kisses. Who are you and Aggu to disqualify the blonde from playing?

You three always have the most fun on dates, you go to a fancy dinner, a walk in the park, get some ice cream, that sort of thing. It’s almost always a simple date but you three somehow always manage to make it the funnest night ever. Every date tops the one before it.

Haters definitely get to Joost, he doesn’t like seeing comments talking about how much people don’t like him so sometimes after Joost has been scrolling through those kinds of comments he goes to you and Aggu for comfort, after all you two are the only two who make him feel truly loved and safe.

After Joost got disqualified from Eurovision he made it your three’s hotel room as fast as possible and just collapsed on the floor crying. When you and Aggu made it home to see a puffy eyed and red faced Joost you both knelt on the floor next to him doing your best to soothe him until he could speak. As soon as he said what happened Aggu threatens to march down there and beat the shit out of the people who hurt his boyfriend.

The last two are a little sad but I hope I did good. I don’t get to write a lot of fluff because I don’t think I can do it very well but I’m such a sappy person, a true hopeless romantic.

[h-inxs]

Konig +18

Synopsis: It is not easy to handle Konig in sex, he has great size and immeasurable speed, especially in his hips. But today he's convinced of turning your brain into mush in a better way and he wants to test his oral and finger skills.

Tags: choke kink, overstimulation, fingering, swear kink, squirting, rough Konig (I don't think I'm missing any)

(English is not my first language)

When you come home after a tiring day of work in your office, the first thing you do after giving him a welcome kiss is complain about how stressed you were, that you needed a break. You sit in the chair and he positions himself behind you and begins to tighten those knots in your back, it feels comforting, you let out a light sigh and move your neck, suddenly you feel his warm breath on your neck. "This one here is a tough one" He whispers into your neck as he continues with his massage without any other intention.

You sigh heavily and throw your head back only for your forehead to collide with his mouth.

"You are good at this" You say softly before placing your hand on top of his right. "I'll have...a shower" You slowly get up from your chair, walk up the stairs and head to the bathroom. He may have noticed how fast you walked and sometimes twisting your leg, he smiles with a mange, licks his lips and walks towards the stairs, this time he goes to your room.

You enter the bathroom quickly, take off your clothes, you enter the shower and turning on the cold water to remove the heat from your body, if you hadn't gotten out of there at that moment you would have ended up begging him, begging him to fuck you.

Your nipples are erect but you can't tell if it's because of the cold or because of excitement, you close your eyes tightly, refusing to touch yourself, that would lead to a catastrophe, you pray to whoever is up there to hold back with all your might, you get out of the shower after ten minutes, wrap yourself in the towel, dry and put on your panties, then go out into the hallway knowing that Konig would be downstairs or so you thought.

You enter the room as if nothing had happened and you get the big surprise that Konig, your wonderful boyfriend, was sitting on the bed, in the dark, waiting for you. "God you scared me!" You say putting a hand on your bare chest, you walk quickly to the closet, grab one of his t-shirts and put it on, when you finally look him in the eyes you see that flash of lust, you want to laugh at your nerves but you unload that idea when he stands up, a 6'4 man against you, corners you against the closet and smiles when he sees you looking for an escape.

" Scared meine liebe? " He says looking at you, you shake your head and walk around him, not expecting him to grab you by the hip and hang you on his shoulder before throwing you onto the bed. "You've been running away from me" how could Konig not know that you were avoiding having much contact with him.

" I'm sorry " You say looking into his eyes, he doesn't have the hunter's hood on his head, when one end of his mouth stretches to reveal that canine smile with those fangs." Me too liebling" He says before kissing you, it's not gentle, your tongues fight for dominance and it's obvious who wins, Konig moves his calloused hand up from your thigh to your neck pinching a peak of skin in the chest area, you're sensitive there, when he reaches your neck he presses lightly and makes you turn your head at another angle, you want to escape from the shame, you look like a schoolgirl getting horny from her first kiss but you can't help it, not today.

Not when he has his clothed cock pressing against your center, you slowly move your hips generating friction but his only response is to growl like an animal in heat and grab your waist against the bed so you don't move.

"You won't get my cock today, you don't deserve to cum like that" He whispers in your ear and from one moment to the next your beautiful panties no longer cover your pussy, in their place are Konig's hands, he admires with a mocking smile the stain of excitement that you created "I haven't even touched you darling" He says and then runs a finger through your wet slit and mocks how you tighten around nothing, he looks at you and you look at him, pleading with your eyes.

"Please... " You beg, looking at him as your hips tremble slightly.

"Please what" He asks, running his finger through your wet pussy again, pulsing your clit ghostly.

"Ngh~ fuckkkk" You say and your eyes roll slightly into your skull.

"I don't hear anything" He teases you by slightly inserting his finger, you moan in frustration.

"Stop playing.. ~" You ask in a moan. "fuck me" You say in a whimper, and he finally complies, he doesn't put just one finger in you, he puts two in you, and he pumps them almost unnaturally, in and out, up and down, you make a damn mess on the sheets, with his other hand he rub your clitoris insistently and your body trembles full of spasms.

"Oh! oh! oh yessssss! " You scream in a loud moan, you're so close to cumming, you open your eyes to find Konig looking at you in the most lascivious way possible, you smile weakly at him and it seems like his sanity breaks, his fingers curl and touch that spongy spot inside of you and if you were shaking before now you probably looked like a vibrator. You squeeze his fingers deeply, "I'm going to cummm~" You warn him between moans and sighs.

"Not until I tell you " he says before he slaps your pussy, you resist with all your might and you feel him add one more finger, your back arches, you're so close, the slobber escapes into the corner of your mouth, your eyes turn white and your poor thighs tense.

You squeeze his fingers again and he knows that even if he asks you, you won't be able to hold on any longer.

"Cum for me little slut" He says and you don't wait any longer, you squirt in spurts, we wait for them to take over you, Konig holds you by the hip and keeps you glued to the bed, when you come down from your climax you gasp deeply.

"I'm not done with you yet." He attaches his mouth to your wet pussy and sucks hard, the sensitivity of your last orgasm is still there, his tongue flattens and rages at your entrance, he sucks hard, runs his tongue over your clit and moans when his terrible erection girl against the mattress, those vibrations only drive you crazy, you grab in a fist his hair while arching your back, His right thumb now trembles against your erect clit, while he brings his left hand up to play with your tits, rolling your nipple between his fingers covered in your essence, pinching the nubs and following his way to your neck, squeezing there and you think you are going to die and go straight to heaven.

"Konig please, faster~"

Your voice is like a whimper that comes out raspy and barely strong, he takes the last licks before moving away from your pussy, he admires it as if it were a work of art and rubs his palmares against your clitoris, your moans are getting louder and louder, louder and wilder, and you come again, muttering incoherently and shaking, the sheets quickly getting damp.

Before you know it he leans over the drawer and pulls out the magic face, turns it on and clicks against your overstimulated pussy. He keeps him pressed against you, speeding up and down as he watches you squirm on the bed, a chorus of his name coming out of your mouth like honey.

"Nghhhh, I can't do it~" You find it difficult to speak properly, " Show me how that pussy drips" Its serious tone makes you achieve glory faster, you shake hard for the third time and an overstimulated orgasm hits you harder than ever.

You exhale hard and see that he still hasn't taken out the damn vibrator until he sees one micro orgasm, you've done pretty well for today.

"It's okay honey, rest, I'll take care of it"

He says before kissing you on the temple, he is so gentlemanly that first he changes the sheets, tucks you in and then gets into the shower to fuck his fist furiously and cum in such a pathetic way.

[johnsgunbelt]

Could you please do one with konig/ghost with gf who’s super girly? Like she loves pink and hello kitty and cats.

I was thinking it starts out fluffy like how they meet and then turns into smut later in the relationship. And for the gf to be around 19, short and with pink hair (describing me sorry it’s very indulgent) thank you :>

Pink - König

Pairing: Older!König x Younger!Fem Reader

Warnings: Oral, Slight violence, Age gap ((LEGAL!! We don't do that pred shit around here.)), Fluff

To say people were confused about your relationship was an understatement. I mean just look at you two.

He’s a 6’10 murdering army machine and not to mention extremely intimidating. But he’s usually quiet and reserved, but you? With your colorful hair and skirts with tops that were just the right amount of length to cover you. And your obsession with pink and hello kitty? No way he was into you.

But to everyone's surprise he was. Even with the age gap I mean you were 19 and he was 36? But what did he care, he was charmed by you the moment he saw you.

So that’s what gave him the courage to speak to you at a bar? How’d you sneak into a bar?

“Hm? Thought you were 19..” He snuck up next to you, “AH! Oh I’m sorry you scared me…König right?” You turned to look at him fully while holding out a hand. “And god no, my friend owns the bar and let’s me in.” He took your small hand into his. “I see, but a little young to be drinking, no?” You looked at him playfully rolling your eyes. “A little old to be hitting on me don’t ya think?” He chuckled and took his hand back, “You seem to not be wanting me to walk away so you tell me.”

And that’s how your relationship blossomed. He got your number, you texted all the time. Called when he could. And you loved when he came over to your place. He looked so out of place in your room, pink walls and basically a pink vanity with some white furniture and some hello kitty decor around. And your bed was full of stuffed animals. You actually had to buy a bigger bed to make sure König was comfortable in it.

You were doing your makeup as he laid in your bed adoring you and scrolling through his phone, until he noticed you had something on your mind. “I can tell that pretty heads thinking, wanna share?” You smiled at him and just came over to sit on his lap while holding a red lip gloss. “Sit still I wanna do something I saw online.” And he obliged as you left red lip kiss marks all over his face. “What are you doing, Schatz?” “Shh!! I’m gonna purposely mess up my lip gloss and you just have to wipe it off and look at me okay?” He nodded at you as you held up your phone.

That video you couldn’t post due to his job and the no-show face thing, so you had a better idea. Kiss all over his mask, and then post that one and so you did exactly that.

That video blew up due to the fact he looked at you so lovingly and the fact that people were so curious about your dynamic but you just smiled at the comments.

Further down the line in your relationship you had told him you thought you were ready for…Well he knew. He noticed you had bought lingerie but didn’t wanna make it seem like he was invading your privacy so he didn’t dare make a remark about it and waited till you walked into his bedroom with it on.

He didn’t hesitate at all looking at you for a nod of approval as he scooped you up and threw you onto his bed immediately diving in between your legs. “I’m sorry Meine Liebe…You just look so good in this, I promise I’ll buy you a new one.” You felt confusion until you heard a rip. He ripped your panties off as he didn’t hesitate to lick all over your clit.

I mean he even spelt his own name with his tongue while spelling out each letter for you to ride out your high to. “Don’t finish until the very last letter, Schatz, be a good girl.” You nodded at him as he went over all the letters and finally got to “G” You came directly in his mouth.

But besides all the sex and odd pairings there was one thing König had people call him in public, men you rejected mostly. Your “Sugar daddy” He hated it. Sure he spoiled you but he actually loves you, not those douchebag men. That’s why he punched some random man on the target line.

Even though you guys are an odd pair he loved everything about you, you were the most perfect and beautiful girl to him. He loved you so much he’d KILL for you. His perfect sweet girl.

AU of this incoming I swear...I loved this alot !! <3

[coff33notforme]

German lessons

A/n: Sorry I’m in love with König, and I saw no one had done this idea so I thought I needed to change that

Summary: During a light hearted German lesson with your favorite KorTac operator, a small misunderstanding leads to a confession between you and the Austrian

Pairing: König and Gn! Reader (fluff, pre relationship, maybe some spelling mistakes)

A deep, gravely chuckle echoed through the empty room, filling it with a warmth. It dripped from Königs lips like honey, the sound was sweet to your ears. 

You groaned as you lifted your face from between your folded arms, you couldn’t contain the smile forcing itself onto your face, you fought back small giggles as you gently elbowed Königs forearm that he laid rested on the wooden table in front of you. 

“Please stop laughing, I told you I wouldn’t be any good at this!” You exclaimed, your gazing shifting as you narrowed your eyes at the German book between you, scanning the page amongst the foreign phrases to see if anything framillar popped out, but to your dismay it seemed to be a sea of uncertainty. 

König shook his head softly, as he watched you with an uncharacteristically soft look in his pale eyes.

“Nonsense, you just need more practice.” He spoke lowly, his deep voice coated in an airy, velvety tone, he spoke softly as if he was cooing to a frightened animal.

“You wanted me to teach you, remember Schatz?“ he teased weaponizing the nickname, he knew you had a soft spot for his pet names, as you shot him a playful glare

“Don’t you dare, use that name against me.” You grinned with a teasing scowl, before your eyes threaded along the paper, this time your eyes had a curious glow to them, like a child peering through the window of a candy shop. Your eyes fell upon another interesting word

“What’s this one?” You whispered your finger falling to the word you were referring to, your head tilted slightly as Königs eyes drifted to where you had pointed

“Ah, Hase?” He asked softly, his murky blue eyes shifting from the paper to you.

You nodded softly

“What does it mean?” You pressed as you watched König eyes melt from behind his dark hood, like a light peeking through a jungle of darkness. 

“It means bunny.” He replied, his voice rasped but as soon as he saw how your face lit up at the word he could feel his cheeks began to glow from under his hood, he gave an airy chuckle, it was such a pure sound, and it melted your heart as you watched him, your eyes never leaving his figure.

König could feel your piercing gaze burning holes through him, he turned to you with a nervous glance 

“Why are you staring?” He deadpans his heavy accent bleeding through his words, your soft lips crease into a warm smile.

“Nothing, it's just a cute name.” You hushed with an airy chuckle as you turned from the tall man, a wavering silence lingered in the air filling the space between you. 

“You know, I’m really glad I get to spend this time with you, I really do like you.”

You smiled with a pause “how do you say it in German? "Ich liebe dich?”

Your tone was hesitant as you spoke, but as soon as the words fell from your mouth König blue eyes widened, it looked as if they glowed from behind his hood, emulating a soft shimmer in the sea of black paint that coated his pale skin.

A warmth filled his cheeks, now looking away from you, desperately hoping you couldn’t see the effect your words had on him as he offered a choked response

“That’s, that’s how you say “I love you.” He rasped, a slight squeal in his voice 

Now it was your turn to become embarrassed, your heart stuttering in your chest as your face grew to a soft red.

“O-oh.” Was the only thing you could muster

Another wave of quite rested, yet this time it seemed to crowd the two of you.

Königs breathy chuckle seemed to snap you from your sort of trance as you looked up to him. His large hand patted your shoulders, König turned to you, looking into your eyes as whispered something

“Ich liebe dich auch, meine süße.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you turned to him

“What did you say?” You asked Königs eyes had a warmth to them you’d never expected as he spoke. Standing from the table with an airy laugh. You smiled as you called after him

“König! Wait what did you say!” You pressed with a lighthearted smile, you sighed as your eyes drifted once again to the book beneath you falling upon a now framillar phrase,

‘Ich liebe dich…’

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I hoped you enjoyed I really enjoyed writing this!!

[barefoothighlander]

i loved your simon x sunshine wife can you please do one with konig ? love your work!!! <3

of course, thank you so much!

warnings: none just fluff, mention of anxiety

It was a pretty big shock to the team when they found out you and König were married, he was always quiet, keeping to himself where as you would burst into rooms, chatting with anyone who wanted to.

Contrary to popular belief he was talkative, but only when you were home, he'd tell you about his day, animals he'd encounter on his way home if he saw something he thought you'd find interesting.

He loved listening to you talk, ambling about whatever was on your mind, his eyes practically heart-shaped at the way your face lit up, your infectious smile that he loved.

You'd find things to surprise him with, somedays you'd try to cook or bake something that would remind him of his home considering he spent so much time away.

On his most recent deployment, you made it your mission to try and learn some German to surprise him.

You extended your arms to him as he entered the door, "Willkommen zu hause, meine liebe" You struggle through the words, squinting your eyes as you try to remember them. Even behind his hood, you could see his face light up, his eyes crinkling as he smiled, "Where did you learn that?", "Tried to learn some while you were gone, is it terrible?" You scrunch your face and he shakes his head, stepping forward to wrap his arms around you, "You're pronunciation is off but, es ist perfekt, meine liebling"

He enjoyed how tactile you were, always having your hands on him somehow, his favourite was when you played with his hair after a long day. Every morning before he left for work he'd wake you up to braid it for him, insisting that you did it so much better than him and you happily obliged.

You were a naturally curious and extroverted person, stopping in the street to have conversations with strangers, asking to pet their dogs as you walked hand in hand with him, the idea of chatting with strangers made him nervous, scared they'd be intimidated by him but you always held his hand through interactions.

If he was anxious you'd pull him aside and wrap your arms around him, providing some sort of pressure on his chest to help him relax, reminding him to breathe.

He was utterly surprised when you first began dating, his face flushed as you asked him out on a date, most people crossed the street when they saw him, his large mask-clad form roaming the streets, but not you, you didn't treat him differently than any other person.

It took him a few months to be comfortable enough to show you his face, nervous you'd dislike the way he looks but he practically melted into your touch when you stroked a thumb across his cheek, tucking loose hair behind his ear.

"It's long, your hair, I thought it'd be short" "You don't like it" "I love it"

The wedding was small, held at your home with just a few friends, the team and minimal family, you had let him choose the food for the occasion while you took to decorations. Picking flowers from the garden that the two of you had made, it helped with his stress to tend to the flowers, having to be responsible for something so fragile.

You had gotten closer to the team and encouraged him to do the same, inviting them over on weekends and stopping by the base when they were there, it was no surprise that you got along with the men and it helped him get to know them better, lightly laughing along as you joked with Soap and Price.

"Cannae imagine how big your kin will be, I mean the man is massive" König practically choked on the air in his throat as Soap joked. "You have no idea, Johnny" You laughed, König dropped his head in embarrassment, laughing while you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder.

It was a weekly occurrence that you had to remind him that you weren't made of glass, every touch so gentle and careful like it he pressed too hard you'd shatter.

In public his hands always sought some part of your body, whether they settled on your waist or lower back, you grounded him.

He'd complain a lot about how you'd steal food from his plate but the truth was he thought it was cute, how you'd try to sneak bites away while he wasn't looking, or attempt to distract him while he was cooking so you could pick at the food.

Sometimes when he was really tired or stressed he'd slip back into German, forgetting that you couldn't understand every word and apologizing.

"will dich nicht verlassen" He grumbled, you hummed in response, turning his head to peak an eye at you "M'sorry, forgot for a minute" "S'okay, I like hearing you speak" "You can't understand me" "Your face says more than you think" You smile, kissing his forehead while his arms wrapped around you, tugging you into him.

It was a struggle every time he left home, not knowing when he'd be home, but the wait was always worth it, watching him walk through the door and immediately relax his shoulders at the sight of you, his eyes staring at you the same way they did when you first met.

Willkommen zu hause, meine liebe (welcome home my love)

es ist perfekt, meine liebling (it’s perfect my darling)

will dich nicht verlassen (i don’t wanna leave you)

[rorichuu]

Any chance of support team with a reader who's a vampire and needs to feed?? Thanks 👍🦇

love bites ; support team x vamp!reader

pairing: medic/sniper/spy x gn!reader

authors note: hello! i love this ask a lot omg, thanks for sending this in! written romantically. also i apologize if this is like. too formally written. 😭

disclaimer: obvious mentions of blood/the loss of it, description of being bitten, and suggestive parts with each merc… especially Spy’s and Sniper’s! (i also apologize if my vampiric facts are incorrect! enjoy reading!)

MEDIC:

The grumble of your stomach was hard to ignore, teeth salivating and aching for the mere taste of skin; of blood. The pierce, the reward of breaking through the skin... a flavor and its bitter taste was a craving you left untouched... yet, you couldn't let it be. Not as it stood mockingly, a need you couldn't turn down.

You groaned under your breath as you clutched your jaw, a starved look shared with the doctor as he stood knowingly. "Do you hunger, liebling?" He finally spoke, breaking through that wall of desperate silence. Medic was looking down at his clipboard, his hands slipping through pages as he leaned against his table. You swallowed hard, trying to suppress any impulsive decision that crept into your mind. He looked up at you expectantly. "If you wish, I have spare pouches in the fridge... I know you prefer boar, but I also have cow, if you so wish." He knew you forbade human blood upon your own devising... but Medic knew how frustrating it can be; not getting your full, left only partially satisfied.

You had kept your voice silent for passing moments, and Medic noticed this quick enough. The man lifted his head completely now, sharing eye-to-eye, a new hunger. He read you closely. The motion of your tongue across your pearled fang, the growl of your stomach, the ache in the jaw... Medic knew what you wanted.

Slowly, he let the clipboard slide atop his desk, released from his hand as he approached you. Your jaw clenched, stepping back slowly before hitting the sink. You didn't want to, you didn't want to hurt him... your tongue hiding your fangs desperately as he leaned closely to you. Medic arched his neck, his eyes focused on the mirror behind you. You gulped. "Go ahead."

"I can't. You know that," you began, tempted. "I can't hurt you, let alone threaten your loss of blood... what if I don't stop?" Your voice spoke with worry, heart racing; blood pumping, and mind fogging.

"I am a doctor," he replied, his hand sliding down from his button-down collar to his neck; exposing himself fully now. "I have my ways. Iss auf, meine Liebe."

Your eyes were now focused on his neck, the vein pumping with fresh blood... pure and untouched. Desperate enough, your breath shivered, and slowly, you brought your teeth in contact with his skin... warm. The pulse against your lip, his steady breaths, his permission. It was enough.

Finally, your teeth sunk into his neck, your hands now pressed against his shoulders as you began to drink. Your mind was revitalized with sensation, enough that you hadn't heard Medic's hushed native tongue. His hands were planted on either side of the sink, your body clasped to his; Medic's body a pillar, reliable for your balance.

But you had felt your stomach finally conclude from its incessant groans, fangs contracting from the pulsing wound. "Scheiße..." Medic cursed, his teeth had sunk into his lip. Blood pearled at the two pricks, and you frowned. "Don't pout, dove. I will be alright." He kissed your forehead, short and sweet, before leading himself away from you. He was now sitting at his desk to regain his balance.

Your hand had hovered over your mouth, the taste of his blood sinking into the cuts of your lips.

“Feel better?” The man hummed, his hand holding a piece of gauze to his neck, his figure relaxed and observing… but he knew the answer. You were standing with such vitality. From when you would feed on animal blood you were constantly tired… slumped and with a lack of energy... but with that short feed, you were anew.

“Yes, much.” you spoke shyly. You had then approached him, a hand resting at his forehead… but it did not stall long. Medic had gently taken your hand and let it fall to his cheek; he kissed the inside of your palm.

“Bitte… don’t worry about me,” and with that he swiftly grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him to fall into his hold. “You’re glowing.”

SNIPER:

When you had first told Sniper about your origin, it took him a moment to fully comprehend it. Of course, he loves you the way you are, don’t get the man wrong… but a vampire? The man was stunned… but nonetheless, intrigued.

It was just past midnight, the click of your watch alerting you subconsciously… and the longer you waited for your lover, the more your stomach churned and twisted with a burning hunger. Your fangs ached, salivating at the mere idea of feasting… and you needed help.

As you sat in your lover’s van, you heard a small click and a whoosh of a door opening. You suspected it was him, with a lift of your head and a raise of your brow, you rose from your seat. “Hey,” you spoke first. Sniper took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re back late.”

“Miss Pauling had a make-up meetin' with us,” he informed you. You huffed. “Nothin’ to worry about, jus’ somethin’ she missed. How are you doing?” Quick to change the topic of conversation, subject to his past boredom… he slumped on the couch where you last sat. You look down at him with a pained look. He studied you silently, raising a brow.

“I’m hungry and I need to… I need to eat.” You announced, voice hushed due to the matter being new in his mind... you simply wished not to scare him away.

Sniper was new to the feeding thing… knowing it wouldn’t make any difference if you ate legitimate food. You’d still crave the taste of blood. The Australian hummed in response, his cheeks flushing at the mere idea of…

“What would happen if I was your meal?” He asked. His blunt question leaves you blinking. His inquiry left unnoticed as he motioned for you to go on with a lift of his chin.

“Well… if you were to get bitten, you might suffer from lethargy. But you wouldn’t turn,” you were quick to inform. “I need to drain you completely in order to do so.” As you educated the man on the basics, he found no reason to disagree. Shit, he might get some well-deserved sleep afterward. "It's a lot to ask for. Please don't feel obligated to... animal blood suffices just fine."

"But it's not quite filling, now is it?" With his interjection, you gulped. The corner of his mouth rose in a knowing smile. But it fell soon after. "Sit down," Sniper instructed... and certainly not asking you to.

You followed and let yourself fall beside him. Sniper was sitting on his side, sleeves rolled up, arms bare and muscle evident from holding his weapon every day. (If not, all day.) The Australian also wore a watch... his fist folded in as he leaned against his knuckles, the leather of the accessory worn for years now. Perhaps something his father had owned, or a pass-me-down.

"It's going to hurt just... just for a second," you spoke. He raised an eyebrow. "You might feel dizzy afterward, so don't stand up too fast. I won't take a drop more than I need, I promise."

The Australian couldn't stand it anymore. He lifted his arms, fist leaving his resting face as one of his hands grasped your exposed thigh, lifting you to take a seat on his lap. A sound of surprise left your throat as his hands began to rest just above your hips... his eyes spoke nothing of deceit. Eyes pure with approval. "Eat."

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat unleaving as you brought your eyes to his exposed neck. Your hands began to move without thought, and slowly, lowering the collar of his shirt to display him completely. Your lips parted, leaning down towards the side of his jaw... the heat of your breath against his pulse drove you crazy. And crazy enough, to finally pierce through his veil of skin. The man hissed. You didn't need to look at him to know his face contorted to the prick of pain. Sniper's hold on your hips began to tighten, trying his best to remain still as you served on his blood.

The taste was desirable; and incredibly addicting. You found no control over yourself, having not eaten like this in decades... but the more you drank, the more Sniper fell weaker... you noticed this when his hands slowly loosened his grip from your sides. Your fangs retracted and a pitiful sigh left your throat when his taste left you. Sniper was the first to speak. "'I won't take a drop more than I need,' they say..." You were quick to launch a playful hit to his arm, the man letting out a huff of laughter. Sniper's hand lifted to rest on his shoulder, the other resting just above your thigh. "Are you full, love?" He asked, awaiting your response as your hand raised to swipe the smear of blood on your chin.

"Yes... how are you feeling, right now?" You asked, head tilting with curiosity as let his head fall back. Your lip quirked up humorously.

"M'tired," he was left mumbling. "Mind if I rest?" You chuckled, falling beside him, but your legs remained rested just above his lap.

"Go on," you permitted... though it wouldn't have taken much, you knew the man would pass out any second regardless. "I told you you'd fall to lethargy, Snipe." And with your remark, it was left hanging in the air in silence until the sound of Sniper's snoring broke through it.

SPY:

The fire cracked and roared a low hum, warmth embracing the room with its bright flame. Spy sat in his master chair, one hand holding a book, while the other held a cigarette... his lips pulling from the smoke every now and then. You were scrolling through his library, hands grazing the spines, the pages... the scent of aged books spoke of history. But with every novel and piece of literature that left its respective shelf, the discomfort of your famished stomach kept your mind preoccupied.

Frustrated, you slid the book back with the others.

Your once idle figure had sauntered off towards Spy, your crossed arms laid on the back of his chair. He noticed this. "Yes, chérie?" His eyes still wandered his page, but you suspected his mind wasn't in touch with its words once you enlightened his company. Spy wasn't complaining. You pouted.

"I'm hungry," you announced. "Just a quick bite?" You asked sweetly, the only way you knew you could convince him. Spy always surrenders to you somehow... even if it takes some adamant persuading. The Frenchman sighed, his index finding the corner of his page, indicating his mind was occupied with the fact he was almost finished. "Spy?"

"You can wait one more chapter, oui?" Spy knew of your vampiric origin quite fast... faster than any other merc, aside from Medic, of course. It never scared him, he knew better. You were the same person as you were before and knew you never masked innocence. (As far as innocence goes, in this line of work.)

Your eyebrows knitted together, impatience taking control of your response. "C'mon, it'll be quick... it always is!" You twisted your body to lean in next to him, eyes desperately trying to catch Spy's eye... but he remained stubborn. By any god above, he always was.

"I'd rather you not rush your dinner." Spy spoke simply, his gloved hand finally turning the page. But with this attempt, your hand grasped his.

"If you make me wait, I'll have no choice but to rush my dinner,” and with your logical response, Spy felt the need to take your words into consideration. The man hummed, his mind falling loose of his stories inevitable ending. “Please?” He felt as though the book could wait.

Spy shifted in his seat, you stepping back a bit with a new rise in relief… the man tried to sit as formally as he could, as always. “Continue…” Taking this as your permission to continue, one hand grasped his shoulder while the other held the arm of his chair… your head dipped, your eyes met with cloth. You frown. Your hands then lift from their previous positions, a finger clipping under his mask, attempting to slip it over his head. Spy hesitates, his head turning away instinctively… and suddenly he’s facing you, met with your own eyes. Spy slowly gives in to you.

With the hook of your index finger, you continued to pull the mask off, revealing the man completely. His hair peppered with white streaks; grey hairs complimenting his intensity perfectly… he was vulnerable. Vulnerable to you.

Tearing from your shared eye-contact, you flared your teeth before pricking his vein perfectly. You felt Spy’s jaw clench, a small smile tugging at your lips at his reaction as you continue to feed.

His taste was rich; rich and thick… potent as though made from wine and smoke, a taste irreplaceable even from the wealthiest of kings. And with every nip and drink, you fell right back into his trickiest of holds.

The man began to fall in his seat, seemingly to get more comfortable. He laid back, head leaning against the head of his seat; hair ruffling up from its velvet. Spy’s vest had begun to ride up, a small French curse leaving his lips… but before he could fall completely to your vampiric desires, you retracted your fangs… knowing you couldn’t take more.

“Done already?” He spoke the best he could, voice feigning strength and formality. Spy’s hand raised to meet his neck, it ached.

“Any more and you’d be passed out, my love.” You reply knowingly, wiping the run-away blood droplets from your lips. Spy swallowed hard before clearing his throat, he sat up in his seat the best he could.

“Right… well, we should get some sleep, oui?” You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that look, ma batte. I’m fine.” And though he reassured you the best he could, you knew he was lying through his teeth… and he did too.

“Last time when you left your ego untamed you nearly fainted.” Spy flushed an embarrassing red at this, fully aware his wasn’t there to hide it. Why did he agree to this. You sighed, approaching him before grabbing his mask, handing it to him. “If it makes you feel better, it happens with everyone.” You smiled warmly, he took the mask and let out an annoyed tsk… exaggerated, of course.

“Looking at other necks? I’m offended.” He spoke plainly, examining his mask… feeling an odd wave of leaving it be. Noticing this, you took his book and hopped up on the arm of the chair… your legs planted beside his thighs on the seat to balance yourself. “Whatcha reading anyway?” Spy’s eyebrows twitched in response to you. “Franz… Kafka, really?! With the salesman monster guy!”

“Ah, yes. The Metamorphosis…” And though he spoke low, voice grumbling in what seemed irritation… it wasn’t this way. He simply felt. Seen. More than he was used to. He didn’t quite know how to feel about it.

Being a man masked all his life; his swift, backstabbing career forcing him to reveal very little… it was difficult to open up, especially for someone so refusing to do so. Spy felt himself slowly open up to you. Although, begrudgingly, I do say… it isn’t an easy process.

But lo, the night eased into its end, the soft crackle of the fire accompanying the Frenchman’s voice as he read to you… and within his shared company, you felt as though he was warming up.

In thought, who would let someone as sharp as you be so open to the idea of giving your body and soul to the other? A certain mercenary of course… but truly intoxicating in its vampiric concept.

But to be put in simpler words…

He just liked you.

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rorichuu!

[sims4snoww]

Help for Beni/Hilfe für die Katze Beni ❤️

We ask for help!!! 😣I have a request for The Sims 4 community ❤️

A few years ago we found a little kitten. He was in desperate need of help because of cat flu. We actually saved his life. Now Beni needs help again. We are afraid that things will be difficult financially. The problem is in the cat's mouth. He may have some teeth that need to be removed. For a detailed examination we first need to take an x-ray. We want to donate the money for treatment. It breaks our hearts to see him suffering and we want to help him as soon as possible. Thank you for every donation. Beni is counting on your help.

DE:

Vor ein paar Jahren haben wir ein kleines Kätzchen gefunden. Wegen einer Katzenschnupfen brauchte er dringend Hilfe. Wir haben ihm tatsächlich das Leben gerettet. Jetzt braucht Beni erneut Hilfe. Wir befürchten, dass es finanziell schwierig wird. Das Problem liegt im Maul der Katze. Möglicherweise hat er einige Zähne, die entfernt werden müssen. Zur detaillierten Untersuchung müssen wir zunächst ein Röntgenbild anfertigen. Das Geld wollen wir für die Behandlung spenden. Es bricht uns das Herz, ihn leiden zu sehen und wir wollen ihm so schnell wie möglich helfen. Vielen Dank für jede Spende. Beni zählt auf Ihre Hilfe.

You can help us here or Ko-fi!

Hier können Sie uns helfen!

[velvet-paradox]

Ache

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: You get a concussion and poor König is beside himself and the 141 are trying their best to get you to remember. Length: LONG; I am so NOT sorry btw ;) Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, reader has a little freak out, flashbacks, sad boy König, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaint @isikforyourthoughts @stuckimaginationuniverse @howaboutlunch @pookie90 @undeadfreak47 @pokerfaceftw @dracofxckingluciusmalfoy @panty-h03 @0151imagayone

p.s. I used Google translate for the words below Bis später = see you later Bitte = please Verdammte Scheiße = holy shit

ENJOY!!!

König is worried. Fidgeting in this sterile room, everything is so white and so clean, not a speck of dust on any surface, tidy desks and stiff furniture that begs to be sat on or it'll turn into stone. He paced the room, heavy boots pounding mopped up linoleum.

His gear is still stained, hadn't bothered to wash off the combat. There wasn't any time. He had to get that EVAC out to your location as soon as possible, he'd have to apologize to driver when he found him. He was in a rush and overwhelmed with panic, he didn't truly mean to knock the woman down trying to get you into the back of the van.

But you were in danger, hurt, unconscious.

Those sorry motherfuckers had harmed his precious girl, the only one to make him smile, to make him genuinely laugh. You took him as is, all broken pieces and shattered dreams. You'd fight his demons if you could, you told him so night after night, stroking his head against your chest or stomach.

You were his grounding point. The calm to his storm.

Therefor he couldn't risk you being in this state, a flashbang had knocked you all to the ground, deafening ringing, chaos and bloodshed soon to follow. König didn't realize until the damage was done and the smoke had cleared that you were crumpled against the South wall, completely out with a trickle of blood leaking from your ear.

He made some sort of animal-like sound, it didn't even register that he'd never made that sort of noise before until he reached you, crushing and grabbing your vest to sit you up. Your head was limp like a cloth doll, König was graceful in holding you steady, checking your vitals and manually opening your eyes.

"Come in Actual! I need an EVAC immediately!"

You looked so small in that hospital bed, fragile. Foreign.

He knew you as a hellcat, fiery and hot to the touch. Ready to fight or fuck at any given chance. This version of you made him nervous. Scared him. And Colonel König does not get scared.

He checked his watch again, the rhythm of the monitors you were hooked up to only agitated him further, so that meant more pacing, more worrying his bottom lip that tasted of blood. Skin chewed up raw.

König leaned on the end of your bed making it creak under his weight. He could punch through a wall right about now, gnaw on the fucking plaster, rip off door jams and spit out nuts and bolts. Under his watch this had happened and he would never forgive himself. His eyes watered briefly before he pushed off the bedframe, your head wrapped gauze, shrapnel had made little scratches across your forehead and cheek.

Please be okay my darling girl… I can't much anymore…

König stirred awake, he'd picked up and moved the heavy chair from the window to your bedside, crossing his arms and resting his cheek on them as he watched you sleep. Your steady breathing had matched the heart monitor, smooth and calm and that's what had lulled him to sleep.

His back would fucking kill later but he wasn't too bothered. He'd do anything for you.

You made a weird face and groaned, shifting your shoulders before blinking yourself awake.

König's tank had never been so full with relief. He straightened himself up, touching your hand without the IV in it. "Oh thank God mein liebe; I was so worried. How are you feeling?"

His eyes danced over your face as you wet your lips.

"Like shit. Did I get hit by a fucking truck or what?" Your voice cracked and König was quick to jump up and fill a paper cup that was childlike in his shaking hands. He helped you to take small sips.

"Something like that. Unpredictable flashbangs with do that. Lucky we got out when we did."

"What?" You blinked up at him.

"Flashbangs. You know. Poof!" König made an explosion gesture by his helmet. "Nasty things. Effective, but still very nasty."

"I don't know what that is," you paused then and looked around the room with open eyes, clarity slipping through the cracks as you gripped the cup, brows furrowed. "I don't-- where am I? What am I doing here?"

König touched the top of your bed, concern in his emerald eyes. "My darling Ferret, you were injured in combat. Nothing broken but you were knocked unconcsous, we brought you in as soon as possible. Are you--," König didn't want to hear your answer but he didn't like to mess around the bush. Best to rip off the band-aid. "Do you know me? Do you not recognize me?"

You swallowed as your eyes grew glassy. You shook your head.

"Should I?"

His heart broke.

"It's me. My name is König , I am your commanding officer. You and the boys are-"

"Boys? I have boys? Am I mother?! Whose mother am I?" You screeched and spilled what was left of your water as you tossed off your sheet and began inspecting your stomach.

"No no. Calm down Ferret, you are no ones mother. Yet. I meant the boys of the 141, our company, Captain Price, L.T., Gaz, MacTavish… any o' them ring a bell?"

"No. Oh my God… who am I? König who am I?"

You really started to panic then, crying and kicking off the rest of your blankets, your heartrate was increasing alarming fast. König tried to shush you, calm you down, but it was no use, you just freaked out even more. You gained the attention of the nurses who came bursting into the room, pushing him out of the way as you screamed and tried to pull out the iv.

Chaos. König didn't know what to do and it was all a blur until one of the nurses in burgandy scrubs had grabbed his tac vest, forecefully and dragged him to the door.

"Colonel! Sir! We've got this, you need to leave."

Your shouts of protest were terrifying as you writhed on the bed in confusion and pain. There were too many of them, like ants swarming a downed enemy.

"Sir! Please, she'll be fine. I need you out. Now," König only frowned but took the steps necessary. "Do it for her."

The door slammed shut in his face then and all he could do was stand there and watch the blinds be slid down.

….

König growled and cursed something fierce all the way back to his dorm room, boots heavy and reminding him that much more that he would be going to bed alone tonight. With a huff he kicked his door closed, stripped off his helmet and hood. Piece by piece, he tore his gear angrily off, missing the laundry basket altogether.

His bed protested his weight as he rubbed at his face, aware that his gloves smeared what was left of his grease paint and gun residue. He hung his head, tapping his boots when he steepled his fingers beneath his chin.

He squinted down and grabbed a foreign object just by the end of his bed. Little by little, maroon in color lace looked so small in his hands.

It was one of your fancy bras.

König chuckled at the sight of it, a little light in his pitch dark tunnel. Without shame and without guilt, he fisted the light material before shoving it to his nose. It still smelled like you after several weeks and he closed his eyes.

"Bis später!" Had come from his mouth, waving off Ghost and Sergeant McTavish. He was grateful to be in his space, with his things, able to recharge after spending damn near all of his energy bank. If he were part machine, which sometimes he felt that way with how hard and focused he worked; there would be a flashing LOW BATTERY sign on his forehead.

He sighed against the door frame, barely ducking underneath it when he looked up at some sudden movement. He balked. You, you slinky attractive little devil had slipped past the guards, slunk into his room and into his bed. Growing voices made the big man struggle to get his whole body inside to block out your own, slamming the door behind him. Gloved hands still on the knob.

"Verdammte Scheiße! What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you, what does it look like?" You shrugged as carelessly as you pleased. As drained as he was, he always had enough energy for your antics. A bare arm patted the bed next to you, a coy little smile on your face.

"I thought we've talked about this, no? We need to be careful about us." König said as he sat down, taking his gloves off and setting them on the floor by his nightstand.

"I'm tired of being careful, aren't you?" You grabbed his warm fingers, looking up at him.

"Yes but--"

"But what? Whose gonna' stop you? The big bad ex-KorTac boogeyman with the pretty eyes and enough documented kills to make any Narco envious and not to mention that big ol' hog--"

"Shut your face, right now!" König clamped a hand over your mouth, even though he was smiling behind his mask, bashful but a little boosted by your vulgar description. He didn't need to give the base anymore to talk about.

Your wet tongue startled his palm as you laughed, music to his ears as leaned his body against you.

"Oh come on, I'm surprised it even fits. Damn thing is the size of my arm!"

"It is not, stop that." König scolded you, a failed attempt to keep you quiet even though he was enjoying your praise.

"Oh yes it is!" You chuckled and pressed your sheet covered chest against his arm. "You should probably get a weapons clearance slip for that thing!"

"That's it!" König tackled you on the bed, his gear shifting with his weight, pinning you down. You wiggled and laughed beneath him, he silently asked how'd he get to be the one on top of you, making you laugh, smile. Men like him didn't get pretty things like you. He suspected and believed his old KorTac buddies that he'd end up settling for what he thought he deserved. Pocket lint and a sex doll. Not at all the real body of yours, looking at him like he hung the fucking moon and if he you would only keep looking at him like this, make him feel like he swallowed bees, calmed the anger and wolfish tendencies; he just might try it.

König sat back on his haunches. "How long have you been waiting for me?"

His heart stopped with your cheeky answer. "My whole damn life."

….

He dreamt of you that night. Surprised even to himself that he could calm himself down, even after a long and hot shower. He was exhausted. Scrubbing that same dirt and grime, that filth off his skin that stained your own. Maybe it was the emotions of it all, everything cresting, crumbling like bricks in his hands as you couldn't even remember him.

Maybe that's why he cried.

And maybe that's why he slept so good.

He tucked your bra underneath his pillow before he left his room the next morning, safe keeping and all that. He gave the neatly made bed a gentle pat before catching a ride with some very green, very eager-to-please rookies on a golf cart to the hospital.

"Colonel!" He stopped at the distinct voice of Captain Price, he could practically feel the mans' boots on the definitely needed to be replaced tiles beneath his own feet. "Colonel, I'm glad I caught you, old man-"

"I am not old," König squinted at Price's crinkled eyes, lost in a teasing smile. "In fact, you're older by four years, fifteen days and seven hours."

"How do you know that?" John Price paused.

"I read your file." König shrugged. He had a photographic memory, could remember coordinates from a stint in Kosovo, the delicatessen's not far from Vatican City, the look on your face after your first kiss, what color your toenails were that summer on the West Coast with the rest of the 141.

"Very well, lad. I uh just spoke with Y/N's doctors, she's been sedated, had a bit of a rough night last night, so they said. She's awake but nothing seems to spark her memory just yet."

König bit at his lips, he should've been there with you. The thought of you being alone and afraid, scared to death of all those around you being pumped through with who knows what.

"She'll come back to us big man," Price's hand on his arm was warm and the little squeeze he gave him felt genuine. "I know you two are close; just how close I haven't determined but I assume it's a heartfelt one. One that maybe goes a little more than the base and ranks."

"That's none of your business, Captain." König ground his teeth.

"You're right but I should let you know there's a little bet and a rumor going on that it's beyond professional," König straightened his back at that, shifting his weight. "Don't shoot the messanger, but the pot has gotten pretty full and I like winning."

Price chuckled as he walked away, leaving König to think more than just about you.

Your room is quiet expect for the whirling machine hooked up to your hand, your breathing is smooth when he enters, the steady beat of your heartbeat. He knew you were beloved on base and by all the bouquets of flowers, balloons and 'GET WELL SOON FERRET!' cards that surrounded your bed and side tables, he once again felt lucky to even breathe the same air as you, let alone become bedfellows and lovers.

He felt bad he came empty handed.

Until you rolled your head over to see him, a piss-poor attempt to make himself small.

"It's you." Your voice was a little scratchy and he'd hoped it was from a little nap and not from screaming in the middle of the night.

"Hallo mein-- I mean Y/N," your given name sounded strange in his mouth when he cleared his throat and crept a little more into the room. Your eyes never left him. "How are you feeling now? I talked with Price in the hallway."

"It's strange, I know you said the other day that we know each other and when I'm looking at you, like this, I feel like I should," you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, gears working against you as you laid there, eventually staring up at the ceiling. "I feel like I should know who I am and I don't. I should know you, apparently, but I don't. I don't remember anything!" you whined and palmed your glassy eyes, sniffling and huffing and all König could do was worry and reach out to touch your shoulder. "What if I never do? What if I become somebody else?"

"Don't do that, bitte. Please my dear," his gloved hand grasped your wrist and you let him, let him pull down your hands, locking eyes.

"You're taking a page out of my book and you're going to worry yourself sick. You'll come back to us." To me.

He wished and prayed that you would as he stayed with you for a little over an hour before you grew tired and again on his way to the mess hall and once more before bed.

….

"If you get hurt jus' remember lass, this was yer idea to begin wit'!" Johnny said with a grin, wobbling quite a bit on König's shoulders as he reached out to grapple with your hands.

"You know you're a lot heavier than you look." König grumbled through straight teeth, holding on to the Scotsman's' hefty thighs.

The sun was high that day on the Coast, a well needed and earned r&r retreat for the 141.

"Don't tell me you're backing out already, Johnny!" You teased, fitting your fingers through his as you moved on Simon's shoulders in the water opposite of them.

You looked incredible, wet and sandy, smiling as if you didn't just have someone else's blood on your hands three days prior somewhere in Bolivia. You two hadn't even kissed yet, just a lot of sexual tension and flirty exchanges when no one was looking or listening.

"I'm just lettin' you know wee one, I'm not above playing unfairly now."

"We'll see about that, you ready down there L.T.?"

"Ready when you are, kid."

Game on.

The guys joked about never hearing König laugh before, after your successful best two out of three chicken matches in the ocean. He felt insecure about it, covering his already covered mouth from his hood. Ghost and Johnny drank back to back beers while you saddled up next to him with a turkey sandwich and some fruit.

"I like it."

König looked over at you, sitting extra close in the sand as you dug your feet into the sand, a complimentary red on your toes as they swiftly disappeared and you ate a berry.

"Pardon?"

"Your laugh," you said inching closer so your leg touched his. "I like it. You should do it more often."

König scoffed and stole a grape from your plate, tossing it up in the air. "Say something funny then."

"I wanna' kiss you right now."

He choked on his spit and laughed again, to get König off guard was no easy task and yet you were flying through in fucking technicolor.

"Now that is funny."

"Who said I'm joking?"

As you watched your L.T. and Johnny pack up their truck, you had made sure to wave them off and as they turned out of the parking lot, with that same hand you grabbed the front of König's shirt, leaned up as far as those cute toes of yours could tip-toe and kissed him right on the mouth.

….

" 'ow about this one, we're just outside the Museum of Antioquia in Medellín, does this look familiar at all, kid? Anything abou' it? Anything at all?"

"I mean… that's obviously us. It's pretty foggy still honestly… so no."

"Alright no worries, love. How about this one? The Courtauld Gallery, we just had to go according to you to see your favorite painting."

"Am I an art major or something?"

"No. You just appreciate fine works of art I suppose."

König didn't mean to instantly get hard at Ghost's choice of words. He turned his back to you and your visitors, walking, uncomfortably so, towards the window with his hands behind his back.

You had said those same words to him once.

You two had gotten caught in an ice storm and not just any ice storm either, the kind where wherever you're at… that's where you're going be for the foreseeable future. Luckily for the both of you, the safe house had been recently restocked and insulated, thick plastic on the windows ruffled and protested the pounding wind outside. The freezing cold had slithered its icy tentacles through the cracks around the door making the fire you'd built in the little stove flutter and crack.

You only wore your underclothes, tight black thermals under your gear, frost and snow melting off your boots side by side by the front door. You crouched and added a few logs, eyeing him as he came into the living room with two mugs of tea.

He thought you were excited about the warmth from the cups but you had something a lot hotter in mind.

Thermals littered the floor, your whines and cries for more sang beautifully with the crackling fire nearby. You didn't even make it to the bed.

"Oh God König!" you panted against his shoulder as he rutted against you on the floor, creaking under his heavy weight. His cock fit perfectly once he'd gotten you off on his fingers first, it was proper to make you cum first.

He might be a little ruthless and rough around the edges but the man has manners! He rolled his eyes in pure delight when you arched up into his chest, nipples hard and legs trembling, spread enough to fit his frame between them. "You feel so fucking good. I knew you would-- aha just like that baby, fuck!"

Your head thunked against the floor, König was quick to fit one of his hands beneath it, in case it happened again. He had secretly wished it would, if only he could last a little bit longer. Your wet, gummy walls fought and milked his cock like no other, bringing him back in with a soft hug.

"Yeah? You like that huh? I'm practically devouring you, molding you to-o me." König grunted and groaned something in his native tongue before taking a bite out of your neck, loving it as you grabbed at his arms, his shoulders, his thrusting hips when he soothed it over with his gentler kisses.

"I want it. I want you so bad," he shivered at your words, his cock throbbing and threatening to explode so soon. He couldn't help it! He'd been eager for months to just maybe get a smooch from you and yet here you both are, making love on the floor in some safehouse by a fire. "I can't believe you're inside me right now. Why did we wait so long? It's so fucking good."

You whined and moved your legs higher up his waist, your knees digging into his ribs. König grabbed your leg and brought it up further, changing the angle and hitting something deep, so so deep and primal that you literally shouted his name, eyes wild and mouth agape as if you couldn't believe it was real.

Your neck bent to look at where his cock was disappearing, in and out in great, thick thrusts. Words were lost on you as all that came out of your throat was gasps for breath.

"Guess you like that too, yes?"

"YES!"

König barely had time to chuckle at your shouts, begging for more and more, it was all so hot and erotic and when you came he growled your name. He pulled out just in time to cum along the inside of your thighs, tapping the crown of it into his spend, smearing it around.

"Oh baby… you are a fucking work of art."

….

"What about some fresh air, kid? Might do ya' some good, instead o' breathin' in all this medicinal shit." L.T.'s suggestion brought König back to the present, he made a face and adjusted himself before turning around.

Ghost gave him a shrug. It had been five days after all.

"Yeah. Why not? Can't hurt, right?" You agreed. "Will you come with me?"

"She's talkin' to you, big boy." Simon voiced, startling König into a different position.

"Me? You want me to--"

"Will you?"

Simon smiled and left you to get dressed for the outside world since the accident.

König made sure to cover your eyes once you walked out into the sun, you tucked yourself into his side automatically, mumbling that it was too damn bright. He chuckled and kept you close, an arm around your shoulders as you walked the grounds.

"Can I ask you something?" You were picking at your nail beds, a nasty habit you tried to break your Freshman year of college and miserably failed.

"Shoot."

"Are we like… together? Like a couple? Simon and some of the other guys' made it seem like we're close. Like-- really close. Is that like a rumor thing or should I know something that I don't?"

König stopped, his boots kicking up gravel. "It's complicated. I am your commanding officer. Your superior. That would be inappropriate."

"Is it inappropriate or true?" you asked, stuffing your hands into a well worn hoodie. "Or both?"

König sighed, moving closer to you when a group of four young recruits jogged by. "Both."

You pursed your lips and looked around the busy base. The group of recruits that had given him a ride to see you drove by quickly, giving you both a solid but quick salute while a Staff Sergeant barked orders a few yards away.

"Is it serious?"

König cleared his throat and crossed his arms nervously. "The short answer? Yes. The long answer… is also yes."

You smiled brightly and shielded your eyes once more from the sun and from looking up at him. He swore his eyes crossed with how cute you looked, making that squinty face. You seemed content with his answer and started walking again, asking where you two had met.

"Maybe you should ask Soap about all that. Sorry, I mean Sergeant McTavish. Johnny. He sorta' is the reason for us being, well for us being close." König suggested, moving the bottom of his hood out of the way of a thick spoonful of a Rocky Road milkshake just off base.

"Well I'm asking you." You pointed your own spoon at him, apologizing when a few pieces of chocolate flung onto his forearms across the table. "Sorry."

"No worries. I rather like chocolate." König smiled.

"Tell me. Please? It might trigger something useful." You began to pout and oh no you don't, don't you dare tremble that bottom lip of yours. Oh, he could just lunge across this comically small table, break the umbrella above your heads in half and grab you and just kiss you, tell you how much you mean to him, how this limbo bullshit was driving him crazy!

König wasn't a man known for flowery words, motivational speaking and the like but he knew you so it wasn't out of his comfort to explain in detail how you did in fact meet. He talked and talked, milkshakes long gone, fries gone cold but salvaged for a midnight snack.

Once back on base König stopped in the hallway that splits from rank when you grab his hand.

"Can I come with you?"

"Come with me where?"

You swallow and look around the unusually vacant split. "To your room. Maybe it'll help. I mean, if we're together," you hushed and got closer to his side. "Maybe it'll help."

König smiled beneath his hood, wolfish and he knew how sharp his teeth were against the plump flesh of his bottom lip. "Sure. Come on."

….

"These are little… explicit." You chuckle while fidgeting with an old digital camera in his arsenal. The SD card is almost full, he knows this but he can't risk transferring them to another device. He'd stain his career if he got his tablets mixed up and not so safe or savory pictures of you and him together, were to make the rounds. The last thing this place needs is a scandal.

You tilted your head at one, zooming in and then thrusted it at his chest. "This is… are those… zip ties?"

König took the camera and knew exactly which picture you'd landed on. His mouth watered at the memory.

"Ah yes. This is the night you broke me."

"What does that mean?" You asked and sat down next to him on the bed.

A funny little jolt surged through his belly, warming his cheeks and hands as you two looked at the digital screen.

"Um uh well, I was gone on a mission in Copenhagen, it was only supposed to be a two week set up and recon, I could do those in my sleep but there was some miscommunication on their end and long story short I was gone for almost a month," König explained, thoughtfully looking at himself on the screen. "I used the SAT phone to keep in touch. We'd been together a steady two months before deployment and I didn't get a chance to give you a proper goodbye. So I promised you could have me any way you wanted."

"And I wanted to restrain you?"

"You wanted control over the situation. Over me." And you did. "Wow. I didn't think I was the dominant type. Or that a guy like you would allow it."

König barked out laughing, almost dropping it, which would have been devastating, but he managed to fumble it onto the soft mattress below instead. "Oh mein cutie, you are a terror when you get into one of your moods. Trust me. And to be fair; you've done a lot worse."

König was pleased the security officers left him alone for the night, no more nightly checks and lights out for the older man. He'd paid his dues but sometimes some fresh faced recruit would want all their other supervisors to know they'd checked on everyone, including the Colonel himself and Captain Price just a few doors down.

You'd fallen asleep after going over a handful of more photos, some more tasteful then others. Some cute, your smiling face as he slept with his large, scarred back facing you. Candids of König cleaning one of his weapons, examining knives. Holding hands. Your head on his lap. You fast asleep in one of his ratty old shirts. Obscene ones of just how fucked out he made you, gaping and leaking his spend. A few with just his fingers saturated with his cum.

You looked so comfortable and cute all curled up on his covers, hands tucked under your head. He couldn't help himself and mimicked your position as best he could, wincing and apologizing in a low whisper that he was sorry he kicked your knee. You groaned in your sleep and patted his hand.

König didn't remember falling asleep but he was suddenly incredibly warm, hot even, sweating beneath his hood and t-shirt he shifted but felt he couldn't move. He blinked and caught you holding on to him, damn near piggy-backing him. You mumbled something against the back of his head, fingers twitching and grabbing at the thin fabric.

"…König."

He flinched at the way your voice said his name. Hushed and broken, his attempt to turn around and face you failed and you grabbed him tighter. He touched your hands on his arm.

"Y/N it's ok it's me."

"Oh no… where are you? I can't see-" You whined and jerked around behind him. If only you could hear him, see him, feel him try to calm you down from whatever it was you were dreaming out. König was used to fretting and getting himself all worked up into a lather, this time he did manage to roll over, getting up onto an elbow he held both of your hands in just one of his.

"My love, wake up. If you can hear me, wake up, you can wake up now."

Your face pinched and thrashed, your neck craning at a painful angle as if you were possessed until your eyebrows finally released, your fingers unballing and then you opened your eyes. One at a time. Blinking into the inky blackness of the room.

There was just enough light coming the sunlight above König's bed, the angle nice and gentle on your face. You finally looked at him.

He tried his best to soften his eyes, let you know you were safe and in good hands not in the arms of some stranger, which all of the base had been as of late. He let go of your hands when your jugular jerked.

"König."

"Are you okay now?"

"Where am I?" you asked and he cast down his eyes to the rising and falling of your chest. "Am I still dreaming?"

"No. You're awake now. You can pinch me if you'd like."

He waited for your answer before you reached up and cupped his face, touching the masks' edge, circling around one of the eye holes before tearing up. "I believe you, baby."

Oh. Oh. OH!

"Baby…"

You sniffled and König wanted to pinch himself, make sure he wasn't the one dreaming that you'd come back to him. "I missed you."

"Oh mein liebe, you have no idea how much I've missed you." König surged and gathered you up into his arms, hooking his whole arm between your legs to bring you as close to his chest as humanly possible. He smelled your hair, rubbed his clothed cheek against yours. His hands under your shirt.

"How long was I out?"

Your voice was so light and innocent, sitting on his bed with the covers around your shoulders. He'd fixed you some tea, not the exact way Simon had taught him but close enough.

"Almost a week."

You frowned again and König couldn't help but take your hands in his, assuring you it was alright, that you were in the clear and should definitely seek the med staffs' guidance.

"A week?! Oh my God. I've been banged before but not like that."

König attempted to stifle his laugh, chuckling harder after you whacked his arm. "Bitte bitte, I surrender."

"You better! I've been M.I.A. and you're making fun of me."

Your pouting face was so damn cute König moved in front of you after bouncing his thumb on your bottom lip, holding out his hand. "I'm not making fun of you honey, it's just the way you said it."

"Yeah yeah, wait 'til you get knocked the fuck out and we'll see whose making fun then, hmm?"

"You would make fun of me?"

"In a heartbeat." Your sneer and banter held no weight and the both of you knew that. You were back to your usual self, a little froggy sur but you knew who you were, who he was, where you were and what was going on.

The head nurse in the med bay was excited to see you up and walking around, coherent and well aware of what had happened. She checked your vitals, looked at your eyes, felt around your cranium for any undiscovered lumps or bruising from being knocked back against that cement wall.

You were cleared.

She sent you off with a note and a stern 'now get some rest!'. König bounced his legs while he waited next to you, recognizing that she was the same nurse who had tossed him out that first night. She winked at him before letting you both leave.

"God I have missed you mein cutie, my little precious thing." König sang into your neck once back in his quarters, he hadn't let his hand slip from your hip since leaving the nurses station. He held you hostage in his lap in his bed, petting your face and rubbing your arms.

"How much?"

"So so much," König cooed at you, shivering from your touch as your arms circled around his neck, you snuck your fingers beneath his hood, toying with the strands of hair you could tug on. "More than I crave a hunt, a kill. Man or beast. Nothing satisfies me more than you do, my love."

"I know I've been out of it but… does that mean--"

"Oh my dear thing. Bitte! You think my mind was elsewhere while you were coasting through life? Nein nein nein, I put my needs behind yours."

"You haven't… so you must be pretty bricked up then?"

König tilted his head at that. "Not you getting medically cleared and ready for a good fucking straight away."

"She said to get some good rest, did she not?" You bit your lip and twisted the hem of his mask. "What better way then to make sure I'm fully rested then that?"

"My love… don't poke the bear."

"Is the bear in hibernation?"

He chuckled at that, letting you lean forward, pressing your foreheads together, breathing each other in. "It's summer time my dear… the bears are out of hiding."

Your eyes burned into his, as coy and cool as you tried to play it, all your intentions were naked and clear. "Are you going to be my bear tonight, König?"

….

Now usually when you were in one of these moods König wouldn't even bat an eyelash, click his teeth or spit at the thought of tossing you around, fisting your hair and making you squeal. In turn you'd leave marks and brusies only he knew were there, hidden beneath his gear. But this was different. You were in a delicate state, though medically cleared he wasn't about to go about fucking you senseless.

No. You needed to be handled gently.

So that's what he did.

Shimmying out of his clothes while you did the same, reaching out for him he went down easily, caging you in. You hummed and lifted the base of his mask, hiding beneath it with him, stealing a few chaste kisses before slipping your tongue into his mouth. König groaned and crushed his body into yours.

"Missed you so much, my love." König straightened up on his arms, looking down at you with heart eyes.

"Show me. Show me how much you missed me, baby. Bears give hugs, don't they?"

König chuckled, his hood swaying with puffs of his laughter. "My little play thing, bitte. Please. I am not a bear."

"Sure you are big guy," you cooed and moved to grab one of his hands, ghosting it over your collar, on the ball of your shoulder, settling it palm side down on your chest. "You're my big bear, aren't you?"

Oh hell… he couldn't say no to that face. With a huff he gave in, he'll admit it later that is did warm his heart that you thought of him that way. A protector. A caregiver. He'd been chosen to take care of you and König didn't agree with failure.

After a few more kisses he rolled away from you, shushing you when you whined with the loss of his body heat and weight. He curled himself behind you, easily hefting you up and over so your back was to his front, being very careful of his genitals. He calculated how far apart your legs should be, fitting them over his thick thighs like butterfly wings, making you jerk at the cool air hitting your wet cunt.

König carefully began to grope over your body, humming with delight when your hips wiggled, your toes digging into the sheets, your hands barely holding onto your tits. He teased you first, getting you warmed up, snickering as your breathing became labored, looking down your body as he played you like a professional musician.

"Please baby, please finger me already," you keened and gasped when he cupped your entire mound, feeling it pulse against his fingers. "I need to feel you."

"Ah ah ah. Already begging, what a needy little thing you are my love. Are my hands on you not enough?" König taunted, moving both of his hands to spread you open. You inhaled sharply, both of you watching as his fingers inched closer and closer to your clit.

"O-o f course but-- oh!"

He switched his tactics and instantly shoved his middle finger inside you, knuckle deep.

"Aww poor thing is fucking tight. Almost like the first time, ja? Been without for a week and already so slick," König peered over your shoulder, throbbing when he saw how hard you grabbed at your chest, playing with your nipples at his advancement. "You're so perfect."

"I'm so empty, please König, mein König."

"Empty you say? One finger is not enough for you? Nein nein you can handle another finger perhaps, maybe… three?"

You rolled your head to the side, looking back at him, an almost pained expression on your beautiful face. "Bitte."

"Oh fuck." Not you speaking his language.

You didn't make a sound when another finger plunged deep into your hole, holding himself back from just outright making a sloppy mess of your pussy, soak his fingers down to the fucking wrist. No no, he was going to treat you with kid gloves. Delicate work. He pulled them out to the second knuckle before twisting them back in, stretching you out.

Only then did you crack and keen, bucking your hips to take them in even deeper, finding that precious little spongy spot that drove you wild.

"Oh fuck yeah."

"That's what my little cub needed, ja? Should I go faster, hmmm? Get you all nice and wet to take my cock."

"Yeah yeah yeah," you nodded franticly, still squeezing and pinching yourself while he finger fucked you. "Get me wet baby, make me cum. Wanna' cum for you."

"You always wanna' cum for me. Wait until the rest of that pretty little head of yours comes all the way back, oh my love, the things you're going to remember, one should be so jealous. But I am afraid mein liebeling you will not be drenching my fingers tonight. Oh no."

"But I--"

"Tut tut little thing, you'll get to cum. That is a promise. But you will be coming on my cock instead, now roll over, ja like that, there we go. Look at you, I didn't have to explain what I meant. See, that memory of yours is coming back faster than we thought!"

König spooned you, cuddling you from behind and lifting your top leg up and over his hip while he told you to stay still, hold tight, to listen to him as he began guiding and sliding the already pre-cum slick crown of his cock between the apex of your thighs, against your sex, popping and nudging up against your swollen bundle of nerves.

You begged. Oh did you beg, he'd barely pushed it in when your arm came flying back, grabbing the back of his head, molding it to the back of your neck. When you pushed back on him König had to shut his eyes, lost in the feeling of sinking into you again. Grateful. Thankful. Pleasure bloomed as your pussy did around his thick cock.

"You're so precious like this, little thing. Mein cutie, mein sweeetness." König cupped your jaw and had you look back at him, dancing his hips into your rear, splitting you open just a little more. You hiccupped a gasp, locking eyes as you moved together as one.

"I needed this, oh shit did I need this. Several days without you was fucking torture verdammt, squeeze down like that again, fucks sake." "Is my big bear getting close?" You joked, your giggles turning into moans and curses as you gripped the back of his hood even tighter.

"Is that what you want? Want me to cum inside you, fill up your little hole?"

"Yes."

"Oh! What a filthy little thing you are, wishing to be filled up. You know my love," König slapped your outer thigh before gripping it tightly, your skin sagging with the weight they held and brought you even closer, his trimmed short and curlys getting wetter by the minute stuck to your rear. "You keep begging for it I just might have to hold you down and breed you. How about that, hmm?"

The noise you made made him whine against your neck.

"Goodness! Is that what you want?"

It took a minute for your voice to catch up to your nodding head, swallowing thickly. "Yes! Oh my God that's so fucking hot."

"You like that idea?"

You bit your lip and smiled so innocently.

You were so pretty all he could think about was breaking you in half. For a man of König's size and weight, he's very nimble and can move faster than you can think. He had you on your front in a few seconds, hoisting up your hips, dragging you back just enough. "If that's what you want… tap me if it is too much, my love. Promise me."

"Yes."

He slapped your ass. "That's not what I said."

"Yes! Yes I promise."

König smiled when you moved your head and hair to the side, then gave him a thumbs up.

Any position he was in with you felt incredible, the sounds you made, the obscenities' you called out, the grunts and tangled English weaved with German on his end were perfect. But there was something about fucking you like this he couldn't handle, he knew he had five, maybe six minutes tops before he'd lose his shit and bust his load.

You were practically sobbing at the pace, a literal face down ass up situation as you couldn't hold your body up any longer. The hard slap of skin on skin, you were panting and gripping the sheets in your hands König thought for a moment you might just tear the damn thing in half. When you turned to look at him over your shoulder he damn near came right then. Eyes glassy, eyelashes wet and clumped together, lips pouty and full.

Of course you had to bit your bottom lip at him looking like a holy hell mess.

König shook his head and swore in German, lurching over your back, his sweat keeping him glued to you as he lifted his hood and sloppily kissed you. You cried out when he did, wailing that you were close, that you going to cum. König clumsily reached below you and started rubbing your clit.

"Faster faster, fuck that's it. Oh my… König. Mein König!" Your body dropped as you came, pulsing your gummy walls around him, he was pretty much using you as fleshlight at that point. Your body loose and limber, pliant and soft in the best way possible.

"That's it baby, are you gonna' cum inside me? Don't waste it." You drunkenly laughed, pushing back when you got your voice back.

"Oh I'm not wasting a damn thing, my love." König pulled you back once more, angling himself with one foot on the bed, fucking into you deeper. You were lucky he was still being careful because the intrusive thought of really giving it to you, harshly, harder and pushing your face into the bed was not an option. Not this time anyway. "You're gonna' be a good girl and take what I give you, ja? You want my load so badly, so fucking badly don't you? We're not wasting a drop, anything-- fuck you're so wet baby… anything leaking is going right back in. Understand?"

"Yes! I want it I want all of it. Don't take it out don't take it out." You whined and without him even asking, your had crossed your wrists behind you back, giving up control, submitting.

König wasn't lying.

He did in fact spill inside you, throbbing rope after rope into your cunt. König hung his head, panting, counting his heartbeat before he eased his way out of your hole. Mesmerized by the sight of a glob or two dripping out he slowly and very, oh so carefully guided back into you. You squirmed, sore for sure as he looked you over.

"Are you alright, my love?"

The thumbs up you gave him was all the assurance he needed. He chuckled lowly, the ache he felt for you, warmed him through as he smoothed a hand down your back.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 22: Fulfillment (Breeding)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s pretty self explanatory. Just know that I’ve wanted to write something like this ever since seeing the panel with Medic looking all paternal with the baby baboon.

Tags: Breeding kink, talk of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy (basically no pregnant, only breed), begging, references to the comics (the pregnancy pen and the baby baboon).

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

Starting a family was never something you had given much thought to. Honestly, with all of the chaos that went on from day to day in the base, you were pretty sure that it wouldn’t even be safe for children. You and Medic had each other, and that was all you ever needed. Or so you thought.

The day that you found Medic in his lab with a literal baby baboon in his arms, you should have known better than to ask questions. But you did anyway, and what followed was a tirade of information about uterus transplants, fertility hormones, and… pregnancy pens? Basically, by the time he was done you wished you had never inquired any further. But apparently now that everything had been explained to you, you were already in too deep.

Next thing you knew, you were the one enlisted to take care of the baby when Medic was otherwise occupied, and it sure as hell wasn’t easy. Honestly, it was probably more work than a human baby would be. After all, human babies didn’t attempt to climb multi shelf cabinets or have teeth that could probably remove a finger if you weren’t careful, but after a few days you managed to get the hang of this new pseudo parent role you found yourself in. You were quite surprised to find that you were actually content with the whole arrangement.

Not to mention Medic did his fair share of the work as well. He tended to take responsibility for the early and late feedings. These were the times when you would usually be sleeping. However, you often found yourself laying awake watching Medic interact with his little ‘experiment.’ It was a side of him you had never seen before, a side that was so paternal, and you could certainly get used to it.

Of course, you were still raising a wild animal. A wild animal that Medic had been meticulously feeding growth hormones and God knows what else for several weeks by now. It wasn’t so much a matter of if it would escape, but when . And escape it did. It happened so quickly, the shattering of a window in the middle of the night being the only indicator of its disappearance.

Medic was annoyed that his experiment got away, and deep down, while he tried to deny it, he had probably gotten attached. You had too. As much as you hated to admit it, the two of you had unironically been discussing names just a few days ago. It was as if the two of you had forgotten this was supposed to be an experiment to begin with. As for the havoc its escape would wreak on the desert ecosystem, well, both of you tried not to think about that too much.

The following days were strangely melancholic. Unbeknownst to you, Medic had also enjoyed seeing you play such a motherly role with his little experiment. You often spent time with the baby when he was out in battle, and on occasion he would arrive back at the base to find you half asleep, but still cradling the animal in a way that warmed his heart. Both of you missed the unconventional ‘family unit’ that you had created.

However, the baboon’s absence also allowed you to get back to something else you had been missing for much longer. Waking up for feedings multiple times in the night wasn’t exactly conducive with any kind of intimacy. As such, it wasn’t long before you and Medic were upon each other, kissing and touching as you tried to make up for lost time.

“Meine liebe,” Medic’s voice was heavy and heated as clothes were stripped and discarded beside the bed without a care. “Gott, how I’ve missed this.”

You tried to respond, but your thoughts were hazy. Medic’s lips were pressing against yours repeatedly, his tongue slipping past your lips, after which he would move on to tease the sensitive skin of your neck. You were effectively lost in a fog of arousal. So, you simply said the first thing that came to mind. It just so happened that it was something you hadn’t been planning to bring up so soon.

“I want a baby.” The words were out before you could even think, and your first reaction was panic, as you realized that mid-make out probably wasn’t the best time to bring something like that up. However, your panic ebbed away when you saw the look Medic was giving you. It wasn’t one of bewilderment, as you expected. Oh no, it was pure, unbridled lust.

“You do?” He asked, clutching your body tightly, almost possessively, praying that you were being genuine. You most certainly were.

“Yes,” your voice came out as a heavy whisper, and you wrapped your arms around Medic, pulling him closer to you. “Please.”

“Oh, mein liebling, I thought you would never ask.” The way his voice lowered made your heart skip a beat. Eagerly, you pressed your lips hard against his, overjoyed that you could finally fulfill this desire that you had been fostering over the course of weeks.

Medic was the first to pull away for breath, panting and looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes. “You’ve been thinking about this for a long time, haven’t you, darling?” He asked, chuckling softly.

“Yes,” you confessed, your blush growing even brighter.

“Perfekt,” Medic murmured, leaning down to kiss along your neck before whispering right in your ear. “Because I have too.”

Medic ran his hand over your stomach, and you shivered as he lingered there. He was gazing fondly at you, already imagining you heavy with child. He was painfully hard at this point, but he wanted to take the time to admire every inch of you. You basked under his gaze until your increasing arousal became too strong to ignore.

“Medic, please! I need you inside me,” you whimpered, snapping him out of his own thoughts. He looked somewhat embarrassed as he realized how long he had been simply staring at you.

“Ah, of course.” Medic regained his composure somewhat and that signature grin soon returned as he lined himself up. “So sorry to keep you waiting, darling.”

You whimpered softly as Medic entered you with a quick thrust, already so deep and so sudden. He didn’t move for a moment, stroking his hands down your sides and allowing you to adjust. You sighed in response to his touch, letting yourself be soothed as his hands traveled over your body.

“I’ve got you, meine liebe,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. It wasn’t long before you were relaxed and ready. Medic’s hips twitched, betraying how eager he was to start. His cool and collected demeanor was beginning to crack.

“Medic…” The sound of his name moaned in such a desperate, lustful tone did nothing to quell how badly Medic wanted to start thrusting into you. However, it was what you said next that really had him shaking with need. “Medic, I want you to breed me.”

“Gott ja, liebling. I will.” He slammed his hips roughly into yours. While he usually started out gentle, there was little of that here. Any doubt you had about this faded away, buried by the ruthless pleasure you felt. You wanted this. You wanted this so badly, and your desire was only spurred on by the way Medic was whispering into your ear all the while.

“You’ll look so beautiful, so heavy with our child.” His voice was strained with the effort it took to talk while simultaneously fucking you into the mattress. “You will practically be glowing, meine liebe. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you, not in that state.”

As if to make his point, one of his hands brushed over your breasts. His breath quickened as he imagined how they would swell while you were carrying. Oh, and how sensitive they would become, too. Meanwhile, you continued to beg from your position beneath the relentless doctor.

Medic simply continued his musings, as if he couldn’t even hear your desperate pleas for more. “I’m going to keep you nice and full. I’ll take you as many times as I can until you're filled to the brim, and then some.”

“Deeper,” you gasped. With that one word, your pleading seemed to finally catch Medic’s attention. He stammered for a moment, his hips stuttering as if he was about to come right then and there. He held back, intending to make you feel just as good as he was.

You yelped as he took hold of your hips, lifting them up as he fucked you. Had your mind not been completely delirious with pleasure and need, you would have swooned at the strength it must have taken to hold you steady like that. Your head spun as he bottomed out in you again and again.

“Gott im Himmel- I’m so close,” Medic groaned, desperately trying to keep his orgasm at bay a little longer. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Your voice shook as you answered him. “Please, please!”

“Oh ja, I can feel you throbbing around me, so desperate for me to come deep inside you.” Medic delighted in the way you squirmed beneath him, so desperate to be taken and bred.

“Please, Medic! Please!” You kept on begging for him, repeating it like a mantra. You wrapped your legs around Medic, as if you could somehow pull him even further into you. Meanwhile, his hands began traveling again, dipping between your bodies and eventually reaching your clit with those deft fingertips.

“Such a good girl, taking me so nicely,” Medic said. It was clear that he was trying to keep his voice steady, trying to retain some sense of composure.

You weren’t going to last much longer either, crying out at the dual sensation of his fingers on your clit and his cock thrusting deep into you. You bucked your hips up against his, and yet you still begged for more.

“Fuck, Medic! Please, I want you to come inside me! I want it so badly-” Your words dissolved into unintelligible moans as you finally felt your orgasm overtake you. You grasped at the sheets, pulling at the thin fabric as your body convulsed and pleasure rippled up through you.

With a low, growl-like moan, Medic slammed his hips into yours, burying himself as deeply as possible. He groaned through clenched teeth in his native language. “Ich möchte dich füllen! Du wirst so schwer und schön sein, nur für mich!”

A few more stray words and what you assumed were soft curses began to waver, turning into a plethora of deep moans as he finally came inside you. Again, you tightened your legs around his hips. He thrust into you a few more times afterwards, over stimulating both of you before finally pulling out with a soft sigh, admiring the sight of your entrance leaking pearlescent white.

“Fuck,” you whispered. Your hand unconsciously rested on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling heavily. “That was so good.”

“You were perfect, mein liebling. Ich liebe dich,” Medic said with a dreamy sigh. He collapsed to the side and his hand also came down to rest on your stomach, almost in a protective manner, as though you were already pregnant. You certainly didn’t mind it too much.

Besides, even if you weren’t pregnant yet, it was safe to say that Medic wasn’t kidding when he said he would take you as many times as he needed in order to make it happen. And as his hands dipped between your legs to tease your clit again, and you felt him regaining his erection, he whispered confirmation of your suspicions.

“I’m not planning on stopping until both of us are too exhausted to move, liebchen.”

You shivered as he pushed your thighs apart once again. One thing was for sure, it was going to be a long night, and you were going to be thoroughly bred by the end of it. Of course, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[krypticcafe]

the worst thing about the "Maus" thing is that it's not even smth someone speaking german would say. it sounds like he's pointing out random mice. the proper use would be "Mausi" or "Mäuschen" if we're gonna have to go with that pet name. Maus would only ever work in specific sentences like "Meine kleine Maus." but even in those the adjective is always diminutive to indicate that its a pet name and not just a random animal. There are so many potential nicknames but its a boring one and used wrong on top of it. Might be stupid to get worked up over that but it's fucking ANNOYING

Thanks for the insight, OP! I knew there were variations German words for nicknames (I've seen schatzi and täubchen) but I never knew it had specific connotations. And yes, I absolutely agree, there are some other cute nicknames I've seen used!!

I'm not a German speaker or aware of the regional differences there could be between German and Austrian pet names, but here's some of my faves I've seen:

Mein/Meine [insert name] - I'm very curious if there's a gender neutral usage of this or if "mein" is the default.

Prinz/Prinzessin - Prince/Princess; too bad there isn't a gender neutral version.

Schatz(i) - Treasure; someone let me know if the "i" makes a difference. It's my personal favorite since I think in an accent it sounds much more natural plus I just like how nicknames in German aren't too soft-sounding but still very meaningful.

Häsechen - Bunny; surprised it isn't used more.

Engel - Angel; this has me melting in a puddle, idk why I prefer this pronunciation over English lmao

Liebling - Heard that "liebe" is typically feminine and liebling works better. It's basic but I like it a lot.

Süßer - Sweet; it's sounds so cute what the fuck man

Täubchen - Little Dove; I'd personally call König this or Bärchen, it's so fucking cute why don't people use this more >:(((

If any of you are German speaking or German or Austrian natives, please correct me if needed! I'd also highly appreciate it if you guys can pitch in any other pet names and how they're used, preferably gender neutral and maybe some clarity on how suffixes (-i, -chen, etc) affect the name. I'll see if I can put it in a list for people to reference (and I will credit by the end of it, lord knows I don't know shit on German language lol). I know I can look online, and I have, but tbh I trust natives more than articles written by quirky English travel blogs.

[kib-ble]

ok so im here again i hope u still have requests open SO:

lets say konig gets back from a mission RIGHT? andd since its hes busy with missions he forgets its his birthday. ok and he comes home and reader surpises him :') WITH A CAKE AND EVERYTHING

maybe a pet cat or dog as a present??? who knows 😋

(i personally see him as both a cat and dog person)

YES ABSOLUTELY YES OMG

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTEEE I CANTTTT

*ps, all translations were made in google translate, if they’re wrong, i apologize!!*

(könig x reader)

the amount of decorations you had managed to put up in the span of 2 hours was quite surprising. the other hour you spent making sure a cake would be ready when könig got home. he was unexpectedly put on leave and he had texted you to let you know since it would most likely be dark by the time he got home.

the small cat you had picked out from the animal shelter sat on his small bed next to the couch, watching the balloons move in the air.

the smell of the take out you got for the both of you wafted through the air, making you hungry and the small cake you got with the correct number of candles to match his age sat on the counter.

he told you he’d be home in about half an hour, giving you time to fix any small details in the decorations you could find. the food was laid nicely on the table and you put the cat back in the carrier ti surprise him later.

with your back turned away from the door and you too focused on the table setup, you never noticed the door open and close. you did notice, however, the sound of a large bag hitting the floor, which made you turn around. you were supposed to have 10 minutes left before he came home.

konigs brown eyes looked around at all the decorations that surrounded you. his hands took off his mask as he walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“schatz..” his voice broke and he pulled you tighter to him, “you didn’t have to do all this..”

you pulled away slightly to look at his face. some tears swarmed his eyes as he looked into yours, a smile had appeared aswell, making you smile.

“anything for my king.”

konig pulled your face close, pressing his lips softly against yours. the kiss lasted a while with both of you pulling apart breathless.

“why don’t you get changed and i’ll grab your present, then we can eat?”

“you got me a present?” his eyes lit up once again, earning a small laugh from you.

“yes, but you need to get changed in order to get it.”

konig nodded then quickly rushed to get changed. you grabbed the cat carrier from the other room, setting it on a chair where it would be hidden from konig until you gave it to him.

he came back soon, all changed and comfy. “couch. sit. close your eyes please.”

he sat in the couch, closing his eyes. you grabbed the carrier and set it next to him. “open.”

his eyes opened to see the small black carrier. his hand opened the door and the kitten came out almost immediately.

“oh, honig (honey, i didn’t know that either).” konig picked up the call then placed him on his lap. the kitten snuggled into him, purring as konig scratched behind his ears.

“i can’t believe you remembered..” he spoke quietly.

“remembered you liked cats or remembered your birthday?”

“my birthday.. even i forgot.”

you sat next to him on the couch, holding onto his arm as your head dropped onto his shoulder. “baby, i would never forget. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, schatz”

“happy birthday konig.”

“thank you.” he kissed your head, then laid his ontop of yours.

“oh! i almost forgot.” jumping off the couch and running to the kitchen, your grabbed the cake. konig stood and watched you, still holding his new kitten. “surprise!” you held the cake down so he could see the writing, ‘happy birthday, king!’

he continued to smile as he watched you set the cake back down. slowly, he made his way toward you, setting the cat down in the process, and picking you up, holding you as close as possible to him. “danke meine, liebe”

(thank you, my love)